New Orleans -2110
By: C

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After the complete thrashing Carol heaped upon my head; I am embarrassed; humiliated; looking for payback. I do understand how she felt 30 years ago the last time we fought for real. In that match; I defeated her and humiliated her. I remember why we haven’t fought again in over 30 years. I am 11 years older than my wife. I am slowing down while she is at the last stage of her prime. I have had 20& 30 year old men & women toss me around but never a man or woman in their 40’s. She says that I am imagining thing but I feel she views me less of a man I hate to admit it but she woman-handled me to the point nay offense I made was ineffective and easily countered. Carol hasn’t been much of a wrestler until the last 5 years. This is odd because most members prime is in their 30’s. I suggested a tie-breaker at the next League event in New Orleans. Our Daughter is in her late 20’s. She will be their since she lives in New Orleans. She does not wrestle but has viewed a lot of our matches. We sent her copies of the matches between us. Frankly – she & her Husband find them gross and make them uncomfortable. They don’t understand how we can love one another and
could do such cruel & humiliating things to one another. Sometimes we don’t either but we have been happily married for 30+ years. The open concept has worked for us. We know many it hasn’t.
We have both remain in shape out of necessity and vanity.
We arrive in New Orleans on a Thursday. The First Round of the Tournament is: single elimination; One Fall; No Time Limit; No DQ and win by submission or knockout. The wrestler can be clothed or naked when a submission or knockout occurs. The winning wrestler receives a bonus point if they strip their opponent. The losing wrestler of a match with surrender the attire, pads and gloves which have been autographed and marked with blood, piss or sexual fluid. The Tournament starts on Friday. Most of the combatants are lodging at hotels in New Orleans but a few close friends lodge at the estate. We are at the estate. We have been friends with Lee & Joan for over 20 years. The Tournament starts at noon on Friday. Carol & I face each other in the 1st Round. Lee & Joan are surprised we insisted on facing each other. We explained our previous match at home and they understood. They have a garage / storeroom where the Tournament will take place. We arrive around 9AM. The place is big enough that two Rings can easily fit. The Rings are designated “Red” & “Blue”. We were into the 4th match in the “Red” Ring. It would take place approx. 11AM. We were led to our Dressing Rooms where we rested and prepared. There are 64 participants. The first three matches go fast.
In my Dressing Room; I shower, shave and dress. I am wearing a satin, crimson with black trim thong with black pads, knee-high boots & MMA gloves. I am late fifties; 5’ 10”; 170 pounds with a 7” package.
I have brown hair & eyes. I hear the buzzer and I head to the Ring. In the other Dressing Room; Carol finishes her hair & make-up. Carol is; late forties; 5’4”; 124 pounds with measurements of 35c – 25-34. She has blonde hair and brown eyes. Carol is wearing a satin ; low-cut ; high thigh ; sky blue with navy blue trim one piece Speedo with navy pads , mid-calf boots & MMA gloves. She wears a navy blue ribbon holding her hair in a ponytail. She hears the buzzer and heads to the Ring. She enters the Ring to catcalls & wolf whistles. We face one another and all I can think is that “she’s hot!” Our Daughter & her Husband cheer up both. Brooke reviews the rules and Consequences. We go back to our corners and wait for the bell. Brooke signals the bell to be rung.
After twenty or thirty blows are exchanged it seams that slowly Carol is gaining the upper hand. Her punches are a little stronger; she begins to land two for every one of mine. Five or six punches later I topple over on my back. Carol struggles to her feet and staggers back against the ropes. I crawl to the opposite side of the ring and is pulling on the ropes slowly getting to my feet. Carol does not let me get all the way to my feet. Carol pulls me up as I grab the second rope. Taking my neck in a choke hold Carol bends my back over the top rope and drives her knee into my groin. I collapse to the mat as Brooke pulls Carol off me. Holding my groin & gasping for air I seam at the mercy of my wife. I break with some pain the Hold and For the next 20 minutes; Carol & I puts on a wrestling display that leaves the crowd cheering. We each punish each other to the point of almost gaining submissions. Carol slowly gains the edge. At the 34 minutes mark; I am twisted, bent and slammed. I am exhausted but try to keep on trucking. I am lifted and driven to the mat on my back. An Arm Drag into the ropes and a knee to the groin leave me on my back gasping for breath. Carol is surprised as I pull myself up and moves toward her. Locking up collar and elbow we struggle back and forth trying to gain the upper hand. I am slowly pushed back against the rope once more. This time Carol sends a vicious backhand chop that lands on my throat. I clutch at my windpipe and drop to my knees. Coughing and gagging I am easy prey. Carol drives her navy blue wrestling boot into my back. I crash face first onto the mat. Stomp after stomp rains down on my back. Carol straddles me, cupping her hands under my chin and jamming her knee into my back she pulls with all her might. Hearing me scream out; Carol tells the ref to “ask him - Ask him if he's had enough". Through clinched teeth I answer,” "NO!!”. Hearing me refuse to "give" Carol drops her hold. Pulling me up to my feet she hooks my head in a front headlock. Taking a handful of my crimson satin thong; Carol Suplexes me onto his back. I bounce once and arches up grabbing my spine. Unable to quickly get to my feet; Carol lifts my legs holding my black wrestling boots in her hands. Flipping me onto my stomach, folding one boot over the other she sits down on them. She again grabs my chin and pulls back. She has her Husband trapped in a leg fold Back Breaker. Through shouts of pain; I moan and sob but refuses to quit. Carol maintains the hold for several minutes then lets ne go. Getting to her feet she looks down on me as I try to rub some feeling into his back. I use the ropes to get to his feet. Carol’s knee crashes into my already injured back. Twice more my spine is rocked with pain as her knee smashes my back. Brooke separates us pushing Carol back to center Ring. As she does; I slide down the ropes face first ending in a heap on the mat. Ignoring the ref's count Carol drags me face down by my boots to the center of the ring. She strips me of my boots, pads & gloves. I am unable to stop her. She stomps me in the gut, chest & head before stripping off my thong. The crowd cheers at my nudeness. I have a full erection. Carol pulls me to my feet by my hair; hooks my neck and grabs my cock. She then lifts me into the air; pausing at the top and delivers an authorative Suplex. I hit the mat hard. She repeats the maneuver four times which leave me stunned on the mat. Standing on the back of my thighs; Carol hooks my legs around hers. I claw the mat trying to escape. Reaching to grab my arms; Carol claws my sides making my arms come back. Both of my arms bent behind me. Rocking slowly back and forth; I cry out “oh my God no - don't do this" as Carol lifts me off the mat. Up and over I come now facing the ring lights high overhead. My arms, shoulders, legs and knees throb with pain. My back is bent. My abdomen stretched tight. My cock stands at full mast and reaches to the overhead lights is an erotic sight. Many are masturbating at the sight. At this moment – I knows it is hopeless. Carol has defeated me again! I cry out my submission. Brooke raises Carol’s hand as she places her boot on my face and says,” In 51 minutes and 25 seconds; the winner is Carol by submission. Carol will advance to the next round!” Many are laughing cruelly at my loss. Many shout taunts as I lay with my body consumed by pain and nothing left in the tank. Most of the last half of the match I don’t remember. My thought processes were jumbled. I am able to relate the entire only because of Carol’s recollections & a DVD of the match we received before we left. I remember vividly what I felt.