Waco -2008
By: C

Ed. Note; People seem more interested in reading about my ass getting kicked than kicking ass. (GEE THANK!) My wife thought it was hilarious until she read the same thing about herself. As usual; We have either VHS or DVD of all our matches since 83. Recounting our matches is easier than writing my fiction. Since all I have to do is watch & asks questions if I am able to get with my opponent. All accounts of the Match are derived from watching the videos of the Match and asking the participants of their recollections. All participants wear MMI gloves and mouth pieces since one of the requirements is a Martial Arts background. As I side note; I have a Brown Belt in Kempo which doesn’t help much since most of my moves are considered illegal. Ju-Jit-Zu or Judo is more to the point. I relate these accounts between stories.

Send comments to: grappler2@mail.com

Frank & Joy have been friends of ours since 1983. They were at our wedding and helped form our little Club. They have hosted an open tournament for 25 years. I actually won the tournament twice during that time period. My last win was 1991. Carol has gotten to the top 16 a few times. As of the day of the match in 2006; there are 18 active participants and 47 retired members. Frank & Joy are our age but don’t wrestle anymore. They provide a facility to hold matches. Their Ranch provides privacy and their barn a perfect venue. They invited us to participate in a mini –tournament with some members from other Clubs participating. The progression is: 32 – 16 – 8 -4 -2 -1. The winner wins 10K and the runner-up wins 3K. Everyone else is out of luck. Most of the participants are in their 20’s & 30’s. Carol is in her 40’s along with 2 others. I am in my 50’s by myself. I definitely have my work cut out for me. Due to the extreme physicality; most people stop participating in their 40’s. The rules are : No time limit ; One Fall ; Win by submission –clothed or naked (1 bonus point stripping tour opponent ) ; No weapons , interference , eye gouging , high flying maneuvers , Knee or Elbow Drops. If one loses two matches; they are out of the tournament. The tournament is held every September. We spend Thursday and part of Friday relaxing ; experiencing great food ; playing “touch football”; catching up with friends and watching a few movies.
We are both in good shape and eager to begin. Carol is in her late 40’s; 5’4”; 124 pounds with measurements of 34c – 25-34. She has blonde hair and brown eyes. She is wearing a light blue, satin, wet look, high –legged, low –cut Speedos with matching pads & MMA gloves. I am in late fifties; 5’ 10”; 170 pounds with a 7” package. I have brown hair & eyes. I am wearing satin; “beet red” Euro-style Bikini Briefs with matching pads & MMA gloves.
Frank has put a second Ring into the barn. Matches will be going on in both Rings to expedite the process. The 1st Round is 2 matches. A wrestler faces another wrestler. The winner is facing the winner of another bracket. The loser will face the loser of another bracket. The matches will begin immediately. A wrestler will continue until they have lost two matches.
They are exciting, filled with action, surprise and eroticism. I am involved in my first match in an hour while Carol‘s match is in an hour and a half. The first round is male vs. female. After 3 hours; only 7 people had been eliminated. I hadn’t had my match which tells you how tough the action is. At the 4 hour mark; I finally step in the Ring to face Natalie. She is in her 20’s; 5’3”; weighs around 120 with measurements of 34c-26-35. She has blonde hair and blue eyes. She is wearing a macro ,silk ,”Lime” green bikini set with black pads & MMA gloves with a black ribbon tying her hair into a ponytail. Jack is refereeing the match. As we stand in our corners; we become aroused by the other’s appearance. Jack signals for the bell to ring.
Natalie & I approach one another. She quickly slides behind me; applies a choke hold; kicking the back of my knees; dropping me to the mat and changing her Choke Hold into a Sleeper. The crowd goes wild as she increases her pressure. The match is less than 30 seconds and I am in trouble! I begin to fade as Jack lifts my arm twice when Natalie slams me face first to the mat. She told me she wanted to punish me some more and tries some holds she had been working on. She stomped the back of my neck nearly knocking me out. I lay barely moving as she pulls me to my feet. I am too wobbly to send into the ropes. She pushes me into a corner; begins flailing away until I slide to the mat. My nose and lips are bleeding. My right eye is turning blue. My arms hang limply at my side. My chin is supported by my chest. Her little cheering section taunts me and cheers for their girl. Natalie becomes over confident; grabs my hair; pulls me to my feet. I catch her by surprise by slamming an uppercut to her pussy lifting her a few inches of f the ground.
As she begins to fall to the mat; I push her against the corner. I slam three more punches into her pussy; driving two knuckles inside her. She crumples to the mat clutching her womanhood. Natalie lies on the mat writhing from the assault. I pick her up quickly and administer a DDT leaving Natalie stunned.
From being “woman-handled” to being in charge is exhilarating. Lately, when most men or women in their 20’s gain the advantage over me; I have found it difficult to rebound. Their speed & quickness have usually overwhelmed me. The DDT worked its magic. I get behind her which keeps her busting my balls pull her to her feet in a Choke Hold. She struggles for release. As a last resort; she elbows me in my ribs causing me to let het go. Natalie leans on the ropes. I lunge on her delivering blow after blow upon her head. Natalie falls to the mat with me on top. I grab her hair and slam her face into the mat. She screams each time her face impacts the mat. I apply a Twisting Arm Bar; pull her to her feet and Arm Drag her into the ropes. As she rebounds off the ropes; I catch her with a Running Clothesline which flips her in the air and sends her to the mat facedown. Many in the crowd cheer. Without a second; I pull her to her feet by another Twisting Arm Bar. Add an extra twist which has her screaming and rising to the tip of her toes and clutching her shoulder to relieve the pain. Her Sister and Husband cringe as Natalie endures numbing pain but refuses to submit. I add a Wrist Lock which starts another round of screams. I change the angle and she drops to her knees. I switch the hold to a Figure 4 Arm Lock which has her sobbing loudly. I have her trapped in the middle of the Ring. Our match is at the 10 minute mark; I have applied several holds that should make her submit which she fought through. I convert the Figure Four Arm lock into an Elbow Claw which attacks the tendons. Natalie is screaming but want submit. I intensify the hold which evokes a higher range of screams. My wife and many in the crowd cheer me on while her Mother, Sister & Husband sob. I blow her Sister a Mother a kiss which causes her Sister to charge the Ring. She is stopped by Ring Attendant. I decide to change my approach. I pull her to her feet by her injured arm; send her into the ropes. As she rebounds off the ropes; I Hip Toss her to the mat. The maneuver knocks all air from her body as she screams from the impact. I apply a Reverse Twisting Arm Bar to the arm I have focused on since early in the match. It is swelling and turning purple from the abuse. The sight of her damaged arm gives me a hard-on. She is unable to fight back as I pour on the pressure. After 21 minutes; she cries out her submission.
Jack says,” In 21 minutes and 22 seconds; the winner by submission is Craig. “I am immediately escorted to the other Ring where my opponent has been patiently waiting. Jack collects Natalie’s attire after it has been autographed and marked with her blood.
Denise is the winner of the other bracket. She had defeated her opponent in less than 5 minutes. It took me 21 minutes and I am gassed. Denise looks rested. She smiles at me across the Ring. She is 24; 5’5”; 121 pounds with measurements of 35c – 25 -35. She has brown hair and green eyes. She is wearing a satin, yellow, high-legged, low-cut Teddy with matching pads & MMA gloves. I am wearing the same attire as my first match. Lana quickly positions us and signals for the bell to be rung.
Denise comes out fast while I try to keep away to regain my strength. Denise’s speed & quickness completely makes my strategy useless. She pushes me into a corner; drives knee after knee into my groin;
and lifting me on the air with each knee. I crumble to the mat; clutching my package and moaning in pain.
Denise pulls me to my knees by my hair and delivers a Spin Kick which knocks to the mat barely conscious. The crowd is in awe over her viciousness. I lay on the mat as Denise strips me of briefs, pads & MMA gloves. The crowd cheers. Denise straddles me; trapping my arms to my sides and delivers several punches to the face. All I can do is absorb it as she blackens both eyes; cuts my lips; tear open two cuts on my cheeks and bloodies my nose. The blows knock me out. Lana counts me out. The crowd cheers Denise’s domination. I am being revived as Lana holds Denise’s hand high in the air. Lana says, The winner by knockout in 4 minutes and 51 seconds is –Denise!” My clothes are gathered and handed to me. I autograph & mark with blood my attire. I get on my knees; present my clothes and kiss her pussy. The crowd cheers. A Ring Attendant helps me from the Ring.
The next morning around 11AM; I enter my first match of the 2nd Round. I face the loser from another bracket. Gayle & I enter the Ring. Gayle is in her late 20’s. She is :5’4” ; weighs 119 pounds with measurements. She has blonde hair and brown eyes. Gayle is wearing a satin, “wet look”, high-legged and low-cut Speedo. I am in mid-fifties; 5’ 10”; 170 pounds with a 7” package. I have brown hair & eyes. I am wearing satin; “burnt orange” Euro-style Bikini Briefs with black pads & MMA gloves. Gayle in terrible shape due to the beating she received in her two matches the day before. She was able to eek out a win after taking a beating with her pussy swollen. I was thoroughly thrashed. I was looking as if I had been in a car wreck with the punishment my balls absorbed evident in my walk. My face had stitches on my cheeks with a large knot on my left temple. Both eyes were blackened. My energy level is low as I observe her condition. Jeff positions us and signals for the bell to be rung.
Gayle and I approach one another. Neither wanting to lock up due to our physical condition. After a couple of minutes of testing one another. Gayle slides behind me and applies a Hammerlock & Choke combination. She intensifies her holds causing me to drop to one knee. Every muscle & joint aches. The crowd cheers as Gayle exerts her control. I cannot break her Choke Hold as I become light-headed. Gayle’s arm begins to cramp and she releases the hold. I fall face –first to the mat. Gayle grabs my legs; spreads them and stomps my groin. The pain is indescribable after my balls being tortured the previous night. A general “weakness” descends upon my body and head. I lay on the mat paralyzed by pain. Gayle looks down at me; smiling maliciously; pulls me to my knee by my hair and executes another Spin Kick. The Spin Kick knocks me to the mat. I land facedown; moaning and trying to get my bearings. Gayle straddles my back; trapping my arms to my side and slams her fists into the back of my head. My thought processes are scrambled. Gayle drags me to the corner; pulls me up; traps my arms in the ropes to keep me from falling and delivers several knees into my balls. The only thing that keeps me from falling is my trapped arms. Gayle delivers a deep soulful kiss which causes many in the crowd to shout out catcalls. Gayle steps back and delivers a slap that hurts like Hell and rattles my brains. I am fading as Gayle seems to be stronger. She releases my trapped arms and I slide to the mat with my head resting on my chest. She presses her pussy against my mouth. I kiss it! Gayle pulls me to my feet by my hair. As she pulls me up; I drive a Knifehand into her cunt which surprises her and the crowd. Her eyes are wide open as she gasps in pain. She drops to her knees; holding her “womanhood” and howling in pain. I fall to the mat face-first. Gayle uses the ropes to get to her feet while I get to my hands and knees. She charges me. As she gets close; I grab her ankle sending her to her mat. The fall knocks her silly. Gayle lies moaning; unable to focus and catch her breath. I am still unable to follow-up. Both of us lie within five feet of each other; trying to clear our heads enough to continue our battle. The ache in my balls makes it difficult to move. The pain even extends to my head. Out of the corner of my swollen eye; I see Gayle beginning to move and know if I am going to attack – it is now! I crawl over to her and pull her back down as she begins to get to her feet .We roll around each trying to gain position. She ends up on top; delivers two punches to my jaw which stuns me. The crowd sees that I am barely conscious and look forward for Gayle to end this. Gayle strips me which gives her a bonus point she might need later in the tournament. Many in the audience notice my back & blue package. My cock lies flaccidly as Gayle decides how to end it. Gayle drives an uppercut to my balls which do knock me out. I twitch on the mat. She turns me on my stomach and stops Jeff from counting further relating she wants to hear my submission. Jeff nods and backs away. Gayle turns me on my stomach; straddles me trapping my arms to my side and asks the Ref to spray lubricant on my ass. She traps a leg and rams three fingers up my ass applying a very effective Ass Claw. I wake up screaming. Many in the crowd are masturbating at my distress. I submit after I regain enough senses to know I am trapped. Blood runs out my ass. I lay sobbing with a high level of pain. Jeff raise Gayle’s hand as a Ring Attendant tends to me while another gather my clothing. Jeff says,” In 14 minutes and 59 seconds; the winner by submission is Gayle! This being his 2nd loss; Craig is eliminated from the tournament. My briefs are handed to me. I get on my knees; bow; autograph & mark my briefs; surrender my attire and kiss her pussy. A Ring Attendant helps me to the Infirmary. The Doctor closes up the cuts and treats my balls.

Carol’s Matches

Carol and Jim enter the Ring. Jim is in his mid-thirties; 5’ 09”; weighs 150 pounds with a 6” package. He has blonde hair and grey eyes. Jim wearing black, satin mini-boxers with matching pads& MMA gloves. Carol is in her early 40’s; 5’4”; 124 pounds with measurements of 34c – 25-34. She has blonde hair and brown eyes. She is wearing a light blue, satin, wet look, high –legged, low –cut Speedos with matching pads & MMA gloves. Carol purposely positioned her suit that her “camel toe” was prominently displayed. Jim couldn’t take his eyes off it. Her nipples were aroused; sticking firmly against her suit. Carol’s items of distraction work which gives her an opening to take him apart. . Jillian is refereeing the match. She reviews the rules; positions them and signals for the bell to be rung.
Carol attacks Jim quickly. She gets behind him; applies a Hammerlock; trips him driving him to the mat. She intensifies the hold causing Jim to howl in pain. He slaps the mat. Carol changes positions and applies a Camel Clutch eliciting another round of screams. His wife, Mother-in-law and Father in-law look on cheering Jim on. The remainder of the crowd shouts Carol support. Carol absorbs their support and digs her nails into Jim’s throat. Jim is unable to remove her fingernails. Carol chokes Jim until he is barely conscious. Carol pulls Jim to his feet by his hair and sends him into the ropes. As he rebounds off the ropes; Carol drops to one knee and delivers a Palm Thrust to his balls. he takes two steps before dropping to his knees ; clutching his “manhood” and howling in agony. Carol applies a Twisting Arm Bar; pulls him to his feet and sends him into the ropes. As he rebounds off the ropes; Carol lands a vicious Spin Kick. The kick knocks Jim out. Jillian counts Jim out. Carol straddles Jim; pumping her fist in victory as Jillian raises Carol’s other hand. Jillian says,” In 6 minutes and 41 seconds; the winner is Carol by knock out.” A Ring Attendant helps strip Jim. Jim autographs and marks his mini-boxers. Jim is helped from the Ring.
Carol stays in the Ring to face Bryan. Bryan is in his late 30’s; 6’1”; weighs 195 pounds with an 8” package. Carol won her match in 6 minutes. Bryan won his match in 17 minutes. Jillian positions the wrestlers and signals the bell to be rung. Carol is in better shape than Bryan. Bryan took a drubbing in his first match. Carol immediately jumps on Bryan. She pounds him until his arms hang limply at his side. Carol pounds him at will finishing each flurry with an uppercut to his groin. Within 5 minutes; my wife had him at her mercy despite their size deferential. His groin is on fire as she continues to punish it. She drives a knee into his forehead several times. A glazed look covers his eyes. He is definitely rattled as he falls to the mat. His legs twitch as he lies facedown on the mat. She gets on his back swings him onto her and applies a Body Scissors – Choke Combination. As Bryan struggles for release; he begins to fade. Soon he passes out with a monster erection. The crowd cheer as Carol picks up a bonus point by stripping: applying a Penis Stretcher – Grapevine Combination and waiting for him to regain consciousness. Many in the audience perform oral sex on their neighbor or masturbate at the sight in the Ring. Slowly Bryan regains his senses when Carol implements the Combination causing him to scream. He howls in pain as Carol pours on the pressure. Bryan quickly submits before his cock becomes a bloody mess. Carol stands ; straddling her vanquished foe with her bloody hand raised high in the air. Jillian raises her other hand and says,” In 7 minutes and 54 seconds ; the winner by submission is Carol!” A Ring Attendant gathers Bryan’s clothes and hands them to a writhing Bryan. He autographs and marks them with his blood. Bryan gets on his knees before my wife; surrenders his clothing and kisses her pussy. The crowd cheer. He is helped from the Ring. Carol leaves the Ring (fully clothed) and sits next to me. (naked)
The next morning Carol faces Gregg in her 1st match of the day. Gregg is in his mid 30’s; 5’10”; weighs 165 pounds with a 6” package. He has brown hair & eyes. He is wearing tan, cotton euro-style string bikini briefs with matching pads and MMA gloves. Carol is wearing a cotton, crimson bra & string bikini set with matching pads & MMA gloves. Her blonde hair is in a ponytail. Her panties emphasize her “camel toe”. Maybe it will work again. Greg is hypnotized by her pussy. Carol smiles inwardly to herself. Zee is refereeing the match. She reviews the rules; positions them and signals for the match to begin. Carol suddenly tackles Gregg driving him to the mat. All air is knocked from him with this surprise move. Carol straddles Gregg; traps his arms to his side and begins pounding his face. Blood begins to stream from cuts derived from previous matches. Gregg is knocked senseless. As Carol pulls Gregg to his feet; he slams an uppercut into her pussy. Carol is dropped to her knees. He grabs her ears and slams his knee into her head several times. Carol sobs and falls to the mat. She writhes on the mat .Gregg grabs Carol by her ponytail; pulls her to her feet and flips her to the mat. The impact sends waves of pain throughout his body emanating from her lower back. Gregg applies a Mandible Claw which has Carol screaming, sobbing, snot running from her nose, spittle running from her mouth and blood running from her lips. Carol screams her submission. Gregg drops my wife to the mat as Gregg straddles Carol with both hands raised in the air. A Ring Attendant helps Carol to her feet. Carol removes her clothes, pads & MMA gloves. She gets on her knees; autographs her clothing and marks her attire; surrenders her clothes and sucks his dick. He shoots his cum on her face and in her hair. The crowd applauds this humiliating gesture. She is helped from the Ring to the other Ring. Zee says,” In 5 minutes and 31 seconds; the winner by submission is Gregg. Carol will be escorted to the blue mat for her next match.”
Carol stops between Rings and dresses for her next match. She is wearing sheer silk, cobalt blue bra & bikini panty set with matching pads & MMA gloves. She enters the Ring. Carl is waiting. Carl is: mid-thirties; 6’0”; weighs 195 pounds with a 9 “package. He has brown Hair & blue eyes. Carl is wearing a Red, G-string brief with matching pads & MMA gloves. She has a shot at making the Top 16. The number of combatants that have lost 2 matches is almost down to 16. The 2nd Round will begin when the field has been cut down to 16. The Second Round will continue until 8 combatants have been eliminated after 2 losses. Carol & Carl go to their corners to loosen up. Both look battered after their last matches. Cindy is refereeing the match. She signals for the match to begin.
Carl wants to end this fast, He throws several haymakers which Carol easily dodges. His attack opens him up to a Knifehand to the throat. Carl falls to the mat; gasping for air; spittle running out the corner of her mouth and groaning. He lies on his back as Carol pulls Carl to his knees. She shoots knee after knee into his forehead which scrambles his brains; disrupts his thought processes; moans incessantly from the intense pain and writhes on the mat. Carol pulls Carl to his feet; positions his hands and executes a Suplex.
He hits the mat with authority. Carl arches his back from the impact. Carol gets behind Carl and executes a
Dragon Sleeper. The crowd cheers as Carol has Carl trapped in the middle of the Ring; trying desperately to escape; screaming from the Nerve Hold which Carol adds to the Sleeper. The intense pain from the Nerve Hold combined with the Dragon Sleeper leave Carl unable to effectively fight back. His cock slips out of his G-string; standing at attention as Carl drifts off. Before he goes to “Dreamland; he whispers his submission. Cindy calls the match. Carol stands; straddling her defeated foe and raising her hand in victory. Cindy says,” In 4 minutes and 11 seconds; the winner by submission is Carol.” Carl is brought back to consciousness by a Ring Attendant. He strips his attire; autographs and marks it; gets on his knees; surrenders his clothing to Carol and kisses her pussy.
Carol is one of 16 that progress to the next Double Elimination Sweet 16 Round. During the 1st Round; her record was 4-1. The Double Elimination has made things “interesting.” In the top 16; there are 11 women and 5 men. Brad & Carol enter the Ring. Carol is facing Brad in her 1st match of the 2nd Round. Brad is in his late twenties; 6’1”; 190 pounds with an 8” package. He is wearing cotton; forest green string –bikini briefs with matching pads & MMA gloves. Carol is wearing “hot pink”; cotton bra & micro bikini panties with matching pads & MMA gloves. Brad has a full errection while watching Carol in her corner.
Jean is refereeing the match. She signals for the bell!
Both wrestlers look battered. They have at least one black eye. Both have cuts on their bodies and faces. Even thought they had progressed to the “Sweet 16”; it had been at a high physical cost. Before Brad develops his strategy; Carol’s experience kicks in. She takes the initiative and pounds Brad in the head several times driving him to the mat. Brad lies on the mat; glassy-eyed; moaning with his left eye swelling shut. Carol pulls Brad to his feet. She pushes him into a corner and drives several knees into groin.
Brad slides down the turnbuckle. Many in the crowd had seen Carol fight countless times but have never seen her fight with such ferocity. Carol grabs Brad by his hair; pulls him to his feet and sends him across the erring. As he rebounds off the ropes he is caught by a Running Clothesline. Brad falls to the mat; clutching his throat; spittle flying from his mouth and writhing on the mat. The crowd applauds the maneuver. Carol decides to conserve her energy and apply a Sleeper. Brad fights it ineffectually. He taps out before he drifts off to “Dreamland”. Jean raises Carol’s hand in victory. The crowd applauds. Bead is brought around. He strips; autographs and marks his clothes; surrenders them to Carol and kisses her pussy. Jean says,” the winner of the match by submission in 4 minutes and 37 seconds is Carol!” The crowd cheers. A Ring Attendant helps Brad from the Ring to the next Ring for his next match.
Cynthia steps into the Ring. She is mid-twenties; 5’ 6”; weighs 119 pounds with measurements of: 34c -25 -34. She has brown hair and brown eyes. Cynthia is wearing a cotton, tan bra & thong set with matching pads & MMA gloves. Carol is wearing the same “hot pink”; cotton bra & micro bikini panties with matching pads & MMA gloves from her previous match. Jean is refereeing the match. She signals for the match to begin.
Cynthia has defeated 4 men and 1 woman so far. Her speed and quickness is phenomenal. She easily catches Carol’s arm as she shoots out a jab; applies a Hammerlock and converts it into a Figure Four Arm Lock which has Carol on her stomach; kicking the mat and screaming in pain. The crowd becomes aroused at Carol’s helplessness. Jean asks Carol several times to submit but Carol shakes her head-NO! After several minutes of keeping Carol in constant pain: Cynthia releases the hold. Carol lies on the mat sobbing with her arm numb. Cynthia drops to one knee; pulls Carol’s head up to Cynthia’s knee and slams Carol’s head into Cynthia’s knee several times. Carol’s head flops back to the mat dazed and dis-oriented. Carol lies on her back glassy-eyed with spittle running out the corner of her mouth. Cynthia pulls Carol to her feet by her hair; places Carol on her shoulder; runs across the Ring and executes a Running Power Slam. The impact knocks Carol out. Jean easily counts Carol out as Cynthia raises her hand high in the air. Jean says,” In 3 minutes and 23 seconds; the winner is Cynthia by knockout!” Carol stands; strips; bets on her knees; surrenders her autographed and marked attire and kisses Cynthia’s pussy. A Ring Attendant helps Carol from the Ring to a seat at Ringside beside me. Carol is not fighting again until the next morning. She sits and recovers from the blitzkrieg that is Cynthia. During the remainder of the day we discussed the matches. We also discussed a possible match between us. We had a match in 1989. I beat her to the point that we decided if we were going to remain married; we would not face each other again in a serious way.
That approach had worked well for us over the years. We had only used it as foreplay. I did not see why she wanted to face me again. She said the taste of humiliation was still strong on her tongue after all these years. She said that I had definitely lost a few steps and she felt that she could take me. My pride overrode my sense and accepted. We agreed it would be in two months. We agreed that our Daughter (22 years old) and two couples who are our closest friends will observe.
10AM came early; we get some breakfast and proceed to the barn. The two matches a day per opponent rule has slowed down the Tournament but kept the action at a high level. Carol is wearing a satin, light green Teddy with matching pads and MMA gloves. She enters the Ring where Steve is waiting. Steve is in his early thirties; 5’11”; weighs 165 pounds with a 7” package. He has blonde hair and blue eyes. Steve is wearing cotton, black euro-style bikini briefs with matching pads & MMA gloves. Sam is refereeing the match. He signals the match to begin.
Steve and Carol approach one another. Steve lands two effective left jabs before Carol blocks one. Carol moves around regaining her bearings. The crowd shouts encouragement to both wrestlers. They lock up in a Collar & Elbow. Steve easily pushes Carol into the ropes. Carol quickly reverses their positions; slams three knees into his groin with all finding their mark. Steve hangs to the ropes to keep from falling. Carol slams two punches to Steve’s chin knocking him to the mat. Steve is on his hands and knees; glassy-eyed and moaning. Carol delivers a punt to Steve’s stomach lifting him several inches into the air. Steve lies on the mat in a fetal position trying to regain his breath. Carol pulls him to his knees and delivers a vicious Spin Kick which knocks Steve four feet before settling unconscious. Sam raises Carol’s hand and says,” In three minutes and thirty eight seconds; the winner is Carol by knockout.” Steve strips; autographs and marks his attire; gets on his knees; surrenders his attire and kisses Carol’s pussy. Steve is eliminated from the Tournament and helped to a seat at Ringside next to his wife.
Carol leaves the Ring and enters the 2nd Ring to face Sheree. Sheree is in her mid-twenties; 5’4”; weighs 109 pounds with measurements of 33c -21 -34. She has red hair & green eyes. She is wearing a satin, yellow Teddy with matching pads & MMA gloves. Jade is refereeing the match.
Carol had expended little energy in her last match. She is still fresh. Carol will need her best for her battle with a lady 17 years her junior. Sheree has yet to lose a match in the Tournament in either Round. Sheree and Carol circle one another looking for an advantage. Carol shoots a Front Snap Kick which Sheree catches in mid air. Sheree grabs her ankle; quickly twists it sending carol to the mat on her stomach.
Sheree applies an Ankle Lock sending waves of pain throughout Carol’s body. Sheree steps on her left ankle while retching up the left ankle. Sheree has Carol trapped in an inescapable hold. Carol is sobbing as many in the crowd scream for Sheree to break my wife’s ankle. She loosens the pressure so Carol won’t submit and she can enjoy inflicting more pain. Carol cannot think of an escape and shouts her submission. Due to a stipulation in their specific match; Sheree has to accept her submission which she does NOT! Sheree grins as Carol’s screams become louder and her sobs become more frequent. Carol pleads Sheree to release her. Sheree shakes her head –NO! Finally after a few minutes; a loud crack is heard and Carol passes out. My wife is taken to the Infirmary where her broken ankle is set.
An hour later; my wife regains consciousness. (They had added a pain killer to help her sleep.) She notices her new accessory – an ankle cast! I help her to our room. Through her pain; she is quiet. She regrets the altercation she had with Sheree the night before. She is determined to get a re-match down the road. Sheree had progressed to the semi-finals before losing to Gwynn. Kyle ended up winning the whole enchilada. She was merciless. No man progressed to the Semi-finals in the Tournament. This is unusual in our League. The ladies in this Tournament were phenomenal.