Challenging the Champ
By: Steve-O

Last week I convinced my wife to attend the local Women’s Wrestling Championship. The Tournament consisted of 16 of the best wrestlers around California. Most women who were selected were based on their seasonal competitive records; but some refused the invites because this wasn’t the typical wrestling tournament. There was a risk if you were to enter; at the end of each match there was a two-minute post-match penalty. And for some, that was reason enough for them to decline because no one wants to be humiliated if they lose, let alone in front of an audience. So those who entered had to be confident in their abilities to compete with some of the toughest women around. So today was the final between 3-time champion Liz and a woman named Heather. Liz was a strong looking brunette; in tremendous shape and had a statuesque, picture perfect body at 5’10” 150 lbs. She had huge tits while towering over her opponent and wearing a red thong. Heather was a blonde haired beauty about 5’6” and 130 lbs. Her body was toned and she sported a gold shiny thong. Both women were topless. If you were to judge by looking, you would definitely give the edge to Liz. Liz was extremely confident and could be heard telling her opponent:

Liz: “I’m going to put your nose where it belongs bitch”

Heather just laughed it off but you could see the uncertainty on her face because she was going up against the champ. After all, nobody was too confident going up against Liz; they say she hasn’t come close to losing these last three years since she started wrestling here, dominating the competition. They say she humiliated the champ at the time so bad her first year that that woman never returned.
The match lasted about 20 minutes and Liz was toying with Heather the entire match. I glanced at my wife and she sort of chuckled

me: “What is so funny?”

My wife: “ this bitch is good, but she’s not that good”

I had to shed a little light on the fact that the woman Liz was fighting has only lost twice in two years in this annual tournament and has dominated all other matches. Heather’s only two losses were to Liz. It was apparent just why Liz was so confident in this match, she was undefeated and the only actual competition she had ever had was against Heather, if you want to call it competition, and she beat her twice. I heard about Liz’s inescapable reverse headscissors in which she will totally wear down her opponent and wait until her victim expends all their energy trying to escape. It’s then that she mounts her opponents face and usually never has resistance because her victims are completely drained. Just like I described, Liz wore Heather down making it impossible for her to escape and it was over. Liz sat on Heather’s face for two minutes while flexing and saying:

Liz: “This is it, this is my greatest competition?”

And then the unthinkable happened, my wife yells out:

My wife: “you’re good bitch, but you ain’t that good!”

I couldn’t believe my wife, who is usually the quiet type putting herself out there in the spotlight.

Liz: “Oh please, and what do you know about wrestling you dumb bitch!”

My wife: “I’ll could beat your ass any day!”

Mind you this is all happening while Liz is enjoying her victory facesit session on Heather. Liz replied almost immediately:

Liz: “bring it on bitch, how about tomorrow, unless you’re scared?”

I stepped in and tried to apologize for what “I” thought was a misunderstanding but my wife wasn’t having it, she agreed to fight Liz in less than 24 hours. What had my wife just gotten herself into? She set herself up for the beating of her life tomorrow. On the way home I tried to explain that this was different from the semi-competitive/fantasy wrestling we have engaged in at our house where I usually let her win and facesit me at the end. I explained that this woman wrestles 100% competitive and reminded her that he has no experience whatsoever. Unfortunately my wife’s mind was already made up long before she called Liz out. What was going through her head to think she even stood a chance?  Later on that night just before we turned in, she came out of her closet in a very tight lycra/spandex blue one-piece thong. She modeled it a bit for me and said:

My wife: “this is the last thing she is going to see” ( while pointing to her ass with the spandex material being pulled high up into her ass as though her shoulders were pulling the material as high as it could go.)

My wife refuses to expose herself, therefore wearing a one-piece so she wouldn’t have to worry about a bikini top coming off. My wife is normally the conservative type, which is why I am still shocked she would even wrestle another woman while wearing something she normally worn for me.But boy did she ever look so good.

The next day had arrived and it seemed to fly right by. We had just arrived to the gym where we were the night before but this time is was completely empty. Liz was already on the mat in her black thong, topless. My wife stepped onto the mat and said:

My wife: “ ready to finally lose bitch?”

Liz: “I’ve never lost and I sure in hell ain't starting today against the likes of you rookie!. “

My wife stripped down to her amazing blue one-piece thong she modeled for me the night before. Both women stretched out while staring down one another without either one blinking.

The Match: Liz vs Sarah (my wife)
Rules: First to gain a submission wins and a post-match penalty of 10 minutes for the winner to do anything she wants to the loser.

Liz- Age: 28, Brunette, 5'10", 150 lbs, black thong.  vs Sarah- Age: 25, brunette with natural blonde streaks, 5"6", 130 lbs. Blue one piece thong.

My wife and Liz were both done stretching and ready to fight. I was waiting for the sign of fear to appear on my wife’s face, you know the {what have I gotten myself into face,} but it never came. My wife was not backing down one bit. Both women looked determined. The sound of the bell rung and both women went straight after each other, latching arms and tangling for the first takedown. To my surprise my wife took her with a leg takedown and maintained a hold of the leg while immediately working her way up to sit on Liz’s stomach. Liz easily bridged out as my wife is thrown off. Both women return to their feet. You could definitely see the surprise on Liz’s face; it was probably the first time she had been taken down that way. I’m sure no woman has ever been on top of her. Again they engage, this time with Liz getting my wife into a headlock and taking her to the ground. I begin to think this is the beginning of the beat down after my wife’s “fluke” takedown of Liz in the sequence just before. But, my wife slipped out and wrapped her legs around Liz’s abdomen for a strong bodyscissor.  Liz screamed in pain and with all her might released my wife’s legs and both women shot to their feet.

My wife: “What’s the matter bitch, not used to it?”

I am watching this completely stunned. There was no way my wife was schooling the champ. Maybe the early takedown wasn’t a fluke after all. Liz didn’t say a word and they engaged once again. My wife takes Liz down to the ground yet again. My wife is now on top of Liz breast to breast while pinning her arm’s down and controlling Liz’s legs with a grapevine. What a sight, with my wife controlling Liz’s legs and spreading them outward. Liz struggled to break free as my wife applied more pressure for a good minute but Liz will not give an inch, she just fights it. Liz eventually broke free and both ladies returned to their feet. Liz is now looking visibly tired after struggling against that grapevine. My wife seemed to be becoming more and more confident as the match went on. Twenty minutes into the fight and my wife is dominating Liz. Liz almost caught my wife a few times with those deadly legs but my wife blocked all her attempts and usually countered to get control of Liz. It was as though my wife knew what was coming and studied Liz’s previous fights, she was on it. As the fight continued both women tried desperately to secure a submission with my wife having more opportunities than Liz but just couldn’t end it. It was only moments later when my wife trapped Liz in a reverse headscissor while both women lay on their sides. Liz tried to lock her legs around my wife’s head too but my wife eventually wrapped her legs up with her arms while maintaining her reverse headscissor around Liz. I couldn’t believe my eyes; my wife might actually pull this off.  Liz struggled like crazy to free herself while slapping my wife’s ass but could not manage an escape. One minute has passed and Liz still had some fight in her, but not much. It was then that my wife rolled Liz onto her back while still applying the headscissor and then released and sat right on top of Liz’s face. Again, I couldn’t believe my eyes; my wife was facesitting the “facesit champ.”

My wife: “ Might as well give up now ‘cause I ain’t getting off!”

Liz struggled mightily for she had never been facesat. Liz’s face was engulfed in my wife’s ass as my wife held Liz’s chin in place as she tried to squirm out of the humiliating hold. Liz’s hands flew up to my wife’s tits as my wife batted them down. Finally my wife has enough of her flailing arms and grabbed her wrists and leaned forward to pin them down to the mat. And then it happened… my wife who fought a perfect match made a terrible mistake as she leaned slightly forward to pin Liz’s wrists down. Liz swung both legs up and caught my wife perfectly in a headscissor. My wife still sitting on her face tried mightily to break the hold with two hands but failed to do so. Liz then pulled my wife’s head forward with all her strength and managed to get my wife off of her face. Still maintaining her headscissor, and now both women on their sides again, my wife struggled to free herself and then Liz rolled my wife over on her back and adjusted her thighs around my wife’s head so all she could see was Liz’s black thong hugging her perfect ass. My wife struggled and struggled to free herself to no avail. During the next five minutes, which probably seemed like an eternity for my wife, Liz was squeezing my wife’s head to where she was beat red in the face and her struggling slowed down tremendously. The next thing I see was my wife slapping Liz’s ass twice {*TAP TAP*,} to concede and she said those unmistakable two words:

My wife: “I give”

But Liz wasn’t having it, she continued squeezing my wife’s head a while longer and my wife lay there completely motionless with her eyes barely open. I felt so bad for her; she had it,  but couldn’t finish her off. Now she was in store for the beating of her life. Liz finally released her headscissor and stood up and placed her foot on the side of my wife’s face, looked at me and said:

Liz: “Your wife is mine now”

What could I say? She won fair and square. My wife lay there completely exhausted. Liz then grabbed my wife by the hair and pulled her to her feet. My wife barely able to stand was scooped up by her crotch with ease and slammed to the mat. Liz slammed her around the mat several times pro-am style and on the last one she held her horizontally across her body with one arm across her crotch and ass and the other hooked around a shoulder extended to her back. She carried my humiliated lifeless wife for about 20 seconds and said:

Liz: “this is what happens when you mess with the wrong woman you bitch!”

Then she slammed her to the mat one last time. My wife lay motionless on her back, how much more could she take? Liz then stood over my wife’s head and put her in another ruthless reverse headscissor. My wife moaned in agony with her lips practically kissing Liz’s ass.

Liz: “tell me to put your nose where it belongs and I will spare you this pain”

My wife: “Let go of me bitch!”

And then she squeezed even harder and my wife screamed with pain.

My wife: “Okay! Okay! Put my nose where it belongs”

Liz: “and where is that?” (As she squeezed harder to get the answer she wanted)
My wife: “up your ass!”

She then released her and said:

Liz: “I said I would spare you the pain, but I said nothing about the humiliation”

With Liz kneeling down right behind my wife’s head she grabbed a hold of the shoulder straps to my wife’s one-piece and rolled the top down beneath the my wife’s tits completely exposing what she intended to keep covered. My wife didn’t even move, unfazed at the fact that Liz had exposed her awesome tits. She had no fight left in her.

Liz: “time to meet with my ass bitch”

Liz then moved forward and hovered her ass over my wife’s face, maneuvering her pelvic area so that her ass was planted squarely on my her face. Liz then put her hands on her ass and spread her cheeks a bit to make sure my wife’s nose went as far up her ass as possible. Liz then adjusted her black thong, pulling it up near her hips with the look of complete satisfaction. Liz kept her position for a few minutes and began to grind my wife’s face in such a sexual way one would only believe she was certainly pleasured the more she did it. She then turned her body around and mounted her crotch right over my wife’s mouth. Worst part about it was my wife’s eyes were uncovered and had no choice but to stare right up into the eyes of her conqueror.

Liz: “ this should teach you, you messed around with the wrong bitch!” {While grinding her womanhood all over my wife’s face for the next minute}

Finally Liz stood up above my wife with both legs straddling my wife’s head and appeared to be finished but said:

Liz: “ don’t worry I’m not done with you, I still have two minutes left.

Liz then squatted down towards my wife’s face and her ass seemed to have found my wife’s nose once again and my wife showed no resistance, she took her punishment and took it like a woman. This had to be so humiliating for my wife. This woman was taking advantage of her face time and time again. Then she said:

Liz: “dumb rookie! You must wear your opponent down first before you try to sit on her face!”

I felt awful for my wife but deep down inside I believe I had just witnessed the hottest catfight ever. She squatted on my wife's face for to straight minutes without her chin prodding, her face completely engulfed by Liz's ass.

Liz: “I’m done with you bitch!”

Liz then stood up over my wife and pulled her limp body up by her hair and scooped her up once more and throwing her over her shoulder. My wife’s face was dangling right above her conquerors ass, while Liz held her up around the legs with one arm. Liz then walked over to where I was sitting right at the edge of the mat and said:

Liz: “did you enjoy watching me kick her ass?”  {As she dropped my wife at my feet.}

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