Hope vs. Sara
By JeremyD
Hope got invited to fight a fellow woman in her town at the age of eighteen. Hope took up this challenge because the woman had her own private wrestling ring and Hope was anxious to step into a squared circle for once that didn’t involve having horny men cheering at her and throwing all kinds of booze at her. When Hope arrived, Sara greeted her at the door.
“So, you must be Hope. Well your picture doesn’t do you justice,” she smiled.
Hope smiled back but before she could say anything she was ushered into a spare bedroom where she would get ready for the fight. The women had agreed upon bikinis for the bout. Hope smiled as she pulled out her dark purple bikini. Slipping it on, she stared into the mirror.
“Well at least it’s not a sex fight this time,” she laughed.
She steps out of the bedroom and walks out to the outside area where the ring was. Hope was a little surprised to see that she was the first one out there. She steps through the ropes before bouncing on her feet. She then gets in a corner where she can see if her new friend Sara comes out. Sure enough the hostess comes out next in a hot pink bikini that looked like it was painted on her. Hope smiled as she took in the body of her hostess.
“It’s not erotic, it’s not erotic,” Hope kept thinking.
Seeing Sara get in the ring, Hope couldn’t help but to start her taunting. ‘Ready to wrestle me little girl,” she giggled.
Sara responded back with a giggle herself. “Yuh uh, Hope. I think so.”
She then started off the match be slowly moving towards her new rival. Hope bites her lip and then started to circle with Sara.
“Well, let us have some fun then,” she said with a wink.
“Nothing but fun is my only rule here, Hope,” Sara said before bending her knees and wiggling her fingers daring Hope into a test of strength.
Hope goes for it and circles her fingers in with Sara. She starts to bend back on the wrists of her hostess. However, Sara was expecting this some as she rises on her tip toes to gain a little more leverage on Hope. She also pulls their arms outwards so that their breasts press together. However, the force of it took it out more in Sara than it did Hope, causing the hostess to drop back down flat on her feet. Not to be counted out she raises her knees aiming right for Hope’s unprotected belly.
The attack works as it catches Hope off guard. She releases her hold and backs away a few steps. She has a smile on her face almost daring Sara to try that again. Sara just smiles back and steps in reaching for Hope’s wrist. Pulling her forward she lays the arm over her shoulder. To add insult to injury Hope’s arm is now behind her, with Sarah’s free hand she snakes it between Hope’s thighs and grabs her ass from behind. Sara bends her knees trying to lock in this awkward submission hold.
Hope is now in panic mode as she tries to squirm out of the hold. It doesn’t work as Sara is able to lift Hope into a massive body slam. Hope grunts from the slam and the grunts again as Sara splashes her in the ring. Sara smiles as she rolls off of Hope.
“That was too easy Hope,” she giggles. “Maybe you need another one.”
Hope begs no, but Sara ignores her and cradles her in her arms lifting her back up again. She holds Hope there for a few moments teasing her. All the while Hope is trying to squirm to freedom, but it’s no uses as Hope is slammed again to the mat.
However, Sara still wasn’t done with Hope. Hope was laying there with her hands by her side motionless. She honestly though the fight was over with. However, Sara laughed as she picks up Hope one more time. Again holding her for a few seconds before bringing down Hope’s injured back right across her knees. Hope falls off of her, holding her back. Sara quickly goes for the pin slapping the mat three times.
Hope laid there, not even sure what had happened, other than her losing. Soon she feels a hand grab hers and pulls her up. Sara is there smiling and holding a bottle of water.
“Here drink this, you’ll need it.”
Hope takes the drink and guzzles it down. Sara then helps her out of the ring and into a chair.
“You’re good Hope, but you got a lot to learn from fighting. It isn’t just ripping off clothes and fucking your opponent. If you can’t get the basic moves down, you’re going to fail and fail fast.”
Hope nodded. After today’s lesson she knew she still had a lot to learn.
“Can you teach me,” Hope smiled.
“Of course,” Sara said. “You can have all the rivals in the world, but you still need friends. I don’t fight for the reasons you do. I fight for fun. You should too.”
“I would, but…”
“Yeah, I know. You still need to grow up. That will come in time. Come on, we got a lot of work to do with you.”
And with that Hope began her training with Sara. And the two had more matches that we’ll see later on.