Ruth's Dilemma
By Paulabird8

I read the pamphlet as I entered the bar, it looked like any other bar in the area but slightly different, it was Tuesday night, the senior night at the underground wrestling league. Last week the pamphlet said Rasslin Mary squashed her opponent, Karen the tumbling hillbilly and the fans demanded more. I guess somehow the video got out and men liked what they saw, older ladies who wanted to wrestle when they were young but because of taboos back then they were looked down upon and most were never allowed. My name was Rachael Lawrence a reporter for WKBX in Philadelphia. I was sort of incognito blending in with the crowd. I was only 31 so of course not old enough to wrestle a senior but they were planning to set me up with one in the future. Some of these "Grandmas" actually knew how to wrestle mainly from watching on tv. Granted they were not the the young girls in the WWF but they could still could use a variety of holds to subdue their opponent. Some of them actually practiced putting holds on each other at the senior centers. They said it was fun and kept them young.

I opened the door and went down the steps. I could hear men yelling as some 40 something hefty blonde in a white two piece was ready to body slam a skinny brunette in a zebra print bikini. I could tell by the redness on her back and bruises on her arms of the brunette that the blonde did most of the damage. The brunette bounced hard and received a stomp to the stomach. The blonde had matching white boots the skinny one was barefoot. The bigger girl pulled the brunette up by the hair and pulled her head down then shot a knee right to her chin. Spit flew from her mouth as she went back hitting the mat hard holding her face rolling over and over. The blonde got to her before she got under the ropes, pulled her to center ring, then pinned her grabbing her leg doubling her up in a cradle hold as she split her legs as well laying across her chest. The ref counted to three and the match was mercifully over. The blonde got to her feet, kicked the loser in the side and climbed through the ropes.

Suddenly the blonde disappeared as two women from the audience began beating her to the floor. The bouncers quickly moved in pulling the two women off. Found out later one was the mother and the other the sister of the beaten woman in the ring. The blonde, who was hit in the head a few times wobbled to the dressing room her reddened left breast pulled out of the bra. As she went by men tried grabbing at her suit strap trying to get the other one out but failed as she disappeared into the dressing room.

I've fun wrestled before, boy friends and sorority sisters in college. I won some lost some, but I always tried to inflict as much punishment to my opponent as they inflicted on me. In other words when I was in the opposite corner facing my opponent they knew it was not going to be cake walk. The mother and sister helped the beaten girl out of the ring and into the dressing room. She was a mess with a black eye and cut lip. This league it said on the pamphlet that it prided itself on real wrestling/cat fights, the girls/women signed a contract that clearly stated "no mercy asked, no mercy given". It can't be much clearer than that. If you signed it the you dealt with the consequences. Wrestlers ranged from 18 to 70 and once you signed the contract you agreed to fight/wrestle anyone within 20 pounds of your weight regardless of age. I've heard of girls wrestling for the first time put in with veterans who twisted them into pretzels, punished them so much very few came back. It didn't happen often but it did happen.

It was time for the main event of the evening. The announcer came up the steps and into the ring. The lights lit up over the ring as the house lights were turned down. As two contestants climb into the ring from opposite corners. He waits till they are in the ring pulling on the ropes. Ladies and gentlemen now your main event of the evening. 2 out of 3 falls with a 1 hour time limit. In the right hand corner hailing from New Orleans Louisiana in the dark blue suit with white trim weighing in at 155 pounds standing 5'3" 61 years old the Ragin Cajun: Sharon DuPree. Sharon comes out holds up her hand does a turn for a smattering of applause.

In the opposite corner from Phoenix Arizona wearing the black bathing suit weighing in at 161 pounds. She stands 5'4" tall at 58 years old I give you Ruth Smith. Ruth comes out hand raised turning in a circle opening up her jacket revealing an orange and yellow print suit. From what I've heard they were having trouble getting enough wrestlers in the above the age of 60 in the senior category so they lowered it to 55. Both women in really tight one piece suits. Sharon was thick in the arms and legs and her tummy protruded. Sharon just had her name printed on the back while Ruth's jacket had the outline of two women in the referees hold. Ruth looked in slightly better shape, but Sharon had massive thighs that rubbed together. I would not want my head to be caught between them I thought. Both girls were barefoot since they were not experienced enough to purchase boots and just wrestled in bathing suits not reinforced by any extra straps. Sharon had long salt and pepper hair tied back where Ruth had short brown hair.

They were given their instructions and a quick once over by the ref and they removed the jackets, neither one shaking hands. I noticed Sharon's suit digging into her cellulite laden thighs. Both women obviously were not wearing anything under their suits as their womanhood was clearly outlined in the tight material. Both looked like they were unshaven as little mounds were protruding slightly as the bathing suit dipped between their legs. Both had firm breasts that filled their cups nicely. I made a note to make sure I got a bikini wax job before I wrestle.

The bell rings both women circle. Sharon immediately locks up with Ruth. I love watching women lock up. I enjoyed feeling my power against hers. When I wrestled in college I psychologically won matches purely from showing my superior strength in the lock up. Sharon backed quickly away wiping her hands on her suit. "She's got grease on her ref!" The ref goes over checks hert neck then puts his hands together finding nothing he says "wrestle". Ruth immediately pushed up on Sharon's arm then locked her down in a side headlock. Ruth looked pleased with herself as she was taking the lumbering grandma in circles. Every so often she would stop lift up and apply more pressure and Sharon would grunt in pain. Sharon put her arms around Ruth's waist and squeezed, now each woman had a hold on the other and neither was willing to let go. Sharon's hands went to the elastic of Ruth's bathing suit near her thighs and pulled up causing the material to run against the sensitive area between her legs. "Suit suit" she yelled but the ref did nothing as Sharon pushed Ruth into the ropes. "Break"! Ruth cautiously let Sharon's head free and moved back but not quick enough as the Cajun grabbed her hair pulled Ruth to her then slammed her across the back with her forearm which sounded like a base drum. Ruth dropped to one knee trying to reach behind her to the spot on her back that was turning a bright red. Sharon grabbed her in a front face lock and rolled backwards flipping the younger woman over her as Ruth tried to sit up Sharon's cellulite loaded legs went around her head. Ruth's chin directly behind Sharon's knee she tried to fight out but couldn't. It was too late as Sharon crossed her ankles.

I talked to Sharon before the match and she said the head-scissors was her favorite hold as it tended to wear down her opponent and she took great satisfaction watching her victim struggle wearing herself out trying to escape from between her huge thighs. Ruth kicked wildly but that was met with a punch to the belly. She tried to bridge and that was also met with another opened handed slap lower on her belly driving her back flat on the mat. Sharon turned her body putting more pressure on the brunettes head her victims legs pounding on the mat opening and closing. Modesty was the last worry you had when your head was being squeezed like a tomato between another woman's legs. But after all that's why they make them wear tight bathing suits instead of workout clothes. Ruth put both hands on Sharon's top leg and pulled, the leg started coming up but then slammed shut on her head again, her face distorted in pain.

I asked Ruth before the match if she had ant qualms about wrestling in front of men in a bathing suit she said, "well these aren't bikinis they are one piece bathing suits". I said "yes I understand that but you bought your bathing suit from Wal-mart. I don't think they are made to take much punishment". I have seen other women wrestle and they had reinforced straps to make sure the was no wardrobe malfunction. She interrupted me "that old bag can't do enough to hurt my suit and she can't get it off me but she's welcome to try!". I wonder what she's thinking now after I already noticed a rip on the side with a touch of a love handle protruding from it.

Ruth turned her body twisting her head face to Sharon's crotch her head still on the mat. She managed to get to her knees then put one knee over Sharon's body although the older woman tried to prevent it. Ruth pulled back raising her captors legs off the mat Sharon struggled to keep the hold on, her hands pushing on her foes ass but Ruth's head popped free dropping back on Sharon's breasts. Ruth quickly rolled under the bottom rope and off the ring apron. She bends over at the waist her head on the apron. A drunk comes over puts his arm between her legs picks her up the tries to body slam her back into the ring. The bouncers take him out the door. He managed to get Ruth tangled in the ropes allowing Sharon to reach her curly hair pulling her in between the bottom and second rope. Ruth suddenly grabbed Sharon's wrist and twisted it forcing her hand back then ducked under her arm sending the old lady flipping face first to the mat. Ruth sat on Sharon's shoulder her ass rubbing Sharon's face, her hand caught between Ruth's legs as Ruth worked on bending her wrist back. She showed the ref. Her right hand was around Sharon's wrist the other hand on her four fingers bending them back. Sharon was screaming pounding the younger woman's back with her fist raising red marks with every blow. Failing that she raked her fingernails down her back causing red welts to form. The ref warned her but she did it again and Ruth rolled away slowly to her feet. Her back completely red from the pounding and scrapes.

The women circled again Ruth came in trying for a headlock but a quick punch into the v where her suit dipped between her legs stopped that. Sharon grabbed Ruth by the hair and threw her into the ropes, as she came off she kneed her in the stomach and Ruth went face first to the mat. Sharon was quick to pounce. As Ruth rubbed her stomach Sharon crisscrossed Ruth's legs and had her in a double toe hold. Ruth's face buried in her arms flat on the mat. Sharon began twisting, bending and splitting her toes. The referee looked on but let the hold continue. Ruth raised up and screamed. The ref kneeling asked her to submit but she shook her head. She tried to reach back getting to her tormentor but she dodged her hand. Sharon's hand pulled one side of Ruth's suit over revealing her ass cheek then slammed her open hand down on it hard. A red hand print immediately formed on her lily white skin. Then another and another. Finally the old lady tired of it and put her mouth over Ruth's toes and bit down. The ref began to count as Ruth's screaming filled the room. Sharon released her as Ruth got to her feet then hopped on one foot to the ropes.

Sharon came in slowly from behind as Ruth was complaining to the referee about the biting. When Ruth finally saw her it was too late. Sharon saw her chance jumped up getting her legs around Ruth's hips crossing her ankles at the same time wrapped her arms around Ruth's head, her huge arms crossing her face one forearm under her chin and locked her into a sleeper hold. Ruth tried to pull her feet apart grabbing her toes. She spun in circles with the evil package still attached. Spit was dribbling down her chin as she backed into the corner twice trying to knock her off. Then her eyes slowly rolled back and she dropped like a rock to her side. Sharon, like a leach, was still attached. It was Sharon's version of an octopus hold, her victim completely enveloped by the tormentors tentacles. Ruth's legs kicked a bit pounding the mat then lay still. Her stomach going in and out was the only movement. The ref raised her hand and it dropped. He signaled for the bell, tapped Sharon. The toothless wench screamed "I feel her movin!! She's trying to get out!!" "She's moving!" As she tightened the hold. He began to count 1. 2. 3. And she finally released her, stood up, put her fat foot on her face, then walked to her corner.

The seconds helped Ruth to sit up she looked around like she had no idea where she was. They helped her to the corner and she sat on the stool. Her husband came through the ropes. "I thought you wanted to wrestle, if this was all you can do we never should have travelled three hours to get here. You got to fight her dirty otherwise your going out in two falls." "Get in there and wrestle use the holds I taught you. They hurt, you so hurt her." "Get mean!" He put his finger in the hole of her suit and ripped it more up to her stomach. She knew it didn't matter he usually ripped her bathing suits off her in their fantasy wrestling matches on the bed before he put her in the hold all men knew how to use on a woman. Now half her side was out. Sharon glared at her and for the first time in the match Ruth felt fear.

The bell rang and both women began to circle once again then locked up. Ruth spun around and gave her a spinning back kick. Her bare foot sunk into the old lady's stomach her toothless mouth opened but no sound came out she dropped to her knees then face first to the mat. Now it was Ruth's turn to pick up her opponent by the hair. Sharon's hands were still on her stomach her legs wobbly. "Put her in the twister" her husband was screaming. Ruth adjusted her body then attacked and in seconds had Sharon in an abdominal stretch, she had it applied well. Sharon looked like a blue ball of dough being twisted. "Do you give?" The ref asked. "No no no". Ruth was losing her hold so accidentally grabbed the old lady's bra instead of her arm, releasing her huge orb and nipple that hung down from its tip. It didn't do anything to make Sharon give up. Finally Ruth let go of the hold and the captured woman dropped face first to the mat. Ruth lifted one of her legs sat on her back pulling it up in a single leg crab hold. She adjusted her own leg so it rested on the back of Sharon's other leg sort of spreading her at the same time. "Pull pull" the husband was yelling. The ref was on his knees asking her to submit. She kept shaking her head no but then Ruth found extra strength and pulled more splitting her. Finally the old lady began to scream and shook her head yes. Ruth quickly dropped the leg and stepped on her head on the way back to her corner.. she finished her off in record time.

Sharon limped to her corner noticed her strap broken then pulled the other strap off her shoulder and released her other tit stuffing the top part of her suit into the bottom section. The bras on both women were mainly just cloth so it was done easily. Sharon stood in the corner smacking her 40dd tits as they hung down daring Ruth to do the same. "Take it off" the crowd yelled. Ruth looked as her husband then pulled the strap over her head and stuffed the bra into her bottoms. Ruth put her hands under her 44c's showing them to Sharon rubbing the nipples with her thumb. They were beautiful nipples smooth areolas unlike the bumpy ones of her opponent.

The ref signaled for the bell. Sweat was dripping off both women as they circled and locked up tits rubbing on tits. Sharon had her hand on Ruth's tit grabbed the back of her neck as she pulled her face closer putting her tongue in Ruth's mouth. Ruth quickly pushed her over into the ropes backing away wiping her lips, she didn't know she was wrestling a lesbian. She spit the taste of tongue out of her mouth. The rejection infuriated the older woman as she came in and knocking Ruth's hands away, lifted Ruth up in a bear hug, her huge knuckles digging into Ruth's back. Ruth legs went off the mat and around the back of Sharon's thighs, her large breasts in Sharon's face. Suddenly Ruth screamed as Sharon mouth found Ruth's right tit sucking it in. Ruth grabbed her hair trying to pull her mouth off but the suction of Sharon's mouth stretched the orb like a balloon as if Sharon's mouth had become part of the tit. She could feel the tongue tasting her nipple all the time her body was being squeezed unmercifully by Sharon's arms. The ref began to count and Sharon threw Ruth through the ropes to the floor outside the ring. There was a red sucker mark on her tit but since she had no teeth there was no breakage of the skin.

Ruth took the breast in her hand examining the mark. Now she was wrestling a cannibal as well as a lesbian. Ruth climbed up the apron of the ring but jumped back as Sharon's foot kicked at her. The referee was having a hard time keeping her back. Finally she succeeded in getting back into the ring. They ran at each other screaming grabbing handfuls of hair as they spun in circles finally falling on the mat arms and legs intertwined rolling over and over. Sounds of fists hitting bodies filled the room, knees found sensitive crotches, hands found nipples as one was stretched then the other. Screams from one then the other inflicting pain to the others body. Sometimes they both screamed at the same time. Some of the men stood up trying to get a view as fingers dipped between thighs and under the suits pinching their most private spots . Wrestling went out the window now it was just searching to find new spots to inflict more pain on the opponent. Once again Sharon's mouth came into play finding Ruth's ear at the same time she had her hand squeezing her tit. Now her mouth was attached to the side of the screaming victims head. . Ruth was writhing in pain as her ear was sucked into her mouth. Ruth's fist kept pounding the old lady in the ribs but did nothing as the woman still had a tit squeeze applied and even more of her ear in her mouth. Ruth began punching her tit from the side and again and again slowly it began to effect Sharon as her mouth came off the ear and began to protect her tit. Ruth somehow unwrapped herself from her opponents limbs and pulled her face close then punched her hard in the forehead and again. The old lady looked like a wild woman her hair sticking out, covering her face but did little to soften the blows as the fists continued to rain down. Then Ruth reached into her hair and rubbed her fingers over Sharon's eyes. Sharon screamed and rolled over and over back and forth holding her face finally ending up on her stomach still screaming. Ruth jumped on her back and put Sharon's arms over her thighs and applied a camel clutch bringing the big woman's reddened breasts off the mat, hanging nipples and all. Her eyes were shut tight tears rolling down her cheeks. Do you give the ref asked. Sharon was still screaming so it was easy for Ruth's fingers to slip into the toothless mouth stretching it wide. "You like using your mouth bitch see how much you use it after this!" Sharon gagged her mouth stretch her tongue hanging out. She gagged again and threatened to heave up her lunch as she waved her surrender and Ruth pounded her in the face then let her drop stood up stumbled and fell, completely exhausted, to her knees in the corner hanging onto the rope. Sharon lay still on the mat holding her face, her body red from the fist pounding. Found out later the grease Sharon felt in the beginning of the match was Vaseline laced with pepper.

Omg i was thinking I might not want to wrestle after all but I did sign the contract and next week