READ THE CONTRACT
by Paulabird8

My name is Mary. I wrestled under the name “Texas Mauler”. I started wrestling boys but then switched to girls in high school. My favorite girl was Helga Brown. She used to love to put me in a reverse headscissors pushing my head down between her thighs. Sometimes I would deliberately put my head there hoping she would open her legs and pull my head down to her sweet spot. It was always moist. When we wrestled neither one of us knew we would be liking sex with women. Perhaps the Rasslin we did affected us. I never was sure.

I don’t know why I wanted to accept the match as I’ve been on hiatus for months, but I did need some work. Jim showed me many pictures of opponents eager to “Rassle” me, after all at 51 years old my best wrestling days were behind me. There were 4 younger women in their 30’s. Younger women used me to move up in status in the Underground Wrestling League and I had trouble with the cardio aspect, if they started tossing me around I’d wear out. I picked a redhead out of the bunch. She was 41 and looked in decent shape. I read on her card she was a single stay at home mom who wrestled with neighborhood women after their kids went off to school. I was surprised to find out later their little moms club had 8 women in it in a 4 block area an we’re into retro wrestling and wore suits and fixed their hair in the styles of the 50’s. They wrestled for husbands and boyfriends who taped the matches. 6 of the ladies wanted to join our league. I haven’t had much luck with the younger ladies I’ve wrestled my body has been twisted too much over the years, I reckon, so I was happy he set me up with someone closer to my own age. I needed a win badly to stay in contention for bigger paydays. Jim offered me twice the money if I win.

In my day I had trouble finding any and had to “Rassle” mostly boys which wasn’t much fun. Finally in 9th grade I fought my first girl. One of the boys set it up in David’s garage so out parents couldn’t see. She was a skinny 17 senior in high school but she did know her wrestling holds. We both wore one piece suits and “rassled” on blankets for over an hour much to the delight of the boys. She won 4 falls to 1 but that was the beginning as word spread more girls came to our secret spot. We had our own tournaments, tag team as well as single bouts. As we became of age two of the fathers made a ring for us to wrestle, hidden from their wives in an old abandoned guest house. Men would come and pay to watch us wrestle. As freshmen at the local university we needed all the money we could get. So it was a win win for us. Wrestling and money. The matches never got out of hand we were all friends at the time and basically just put each other in holds just enough to cause a bit of pain, a few pulled punches and lots of skin. We knew what men wanted to see so embellished quite a bit by pounding the mat, kicking wildly and of course screaming in pain occasionally.

I took my clothes off in the bedroom and put on a dark blue one piece and looked in the mirror, I was not what you could say a plus sized woman. All the curves I had in my younger days turned into rolls of fat. I wondered when the change in my body started, I got lazy and it showed. The suit held some of my flab it in place and I looked better in it but my stomach still stuck out, my tits fit nicely in their containers and still showed a huge amount of cleavage. The suit dug into my thighs which were covered in cellulite and rubbed together, but I could still torture a woman who was crushed between them.

I came out of the room. I saw Jim turning up the heat in the padded room. He had heaters installed in the ceiling with blowers forcing the air downward to the mat. He had a thing for sweaty women tangled up in a ball of arms and legs rolling from wall to wall. I signed the release to allow video taping and the contract to wrestle a Pamela Rosetti. Just then the door opened and I saw my opponent come in. She had sweat pants, flip flops and a San Diego sweat shirt on. She glanced at me in my bathing suit, signed the contract without reading it, then went into the room to change.

I didn’t want to go into the steam room till my opponent did. Finally she came out and Jim opened the door, I walked in and immediately the heat hit me. It had to be 94 in there. As I walked across the room almost immediately beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I looked for the two safety spots on the mat. Black squares on the red mat, touch one and a buzzer went off and you had to immediately release the hold until the buzzer went off again. Randomly somewhere between 10 seconds and five minutes. The other opponent had to retreat to the opposite spot across the room it was up to Jim how long the break would last.

I hope she knew there were few rules it was mostly anything goes. . She was a pretty looking woman in a 1950 looking yellow print bathing suit with palm trees in every direction on it. 50’s type make up and her hair styled back in a bun. Pam was a little taller than I was and decent looking but I had her easily in the weight department. As the door was opened we both stepped in the heat hit us immediately. The door bolted shut she said “let’s wrestle”, we began to immediately began to circle crouched, hands extended. She was wary of me and I her! Finally we locked up in the referees hold our breasts pressing together. I felt her strength as she was pushing on me. Our legs tangled and I fell back into the padded wall as she pressed into me. Before I knew it she had a handful of my stomach fat in her hand twisting it. “Like this tubby?” she screamed in my ear. “You bitch” I screamed back grabbing for her wrist. She pulled up and had me standing on my toes trying to free her hand from the grip she had on my stomach. “You fat turd I’m going to teach you how we do pigs in Kentucky”, she said in her hillbilly accent. She let go moved to the side kneed me in the stomach. I staggered away from the wall bent at the waist covering my stomach with my arms to guard against a second attack.

Before I could do anything she spun me around and sent a fist into the side of my face I fell backwards against the wall and slid down. She grabbed my barefoot and pulled me to the center of the room away from the safe spot then dropped a knee into my throat. I was like an upside down beetle stung by a wasp. Both my hands went to my throat as I rolled over and over. I ended up on my back, as I did she dug her fingers into my stomach muscles with both hands. I thought my fat would prevent a hold like this but I was wrong, her hands were large for a woman and she applied the hold under my belly button digging deep into my uterus. I was screaming rolling side to side I was cramping up. I tried to sit up but an elbow to the face sent me back down. My hands went to her wrists pulling them away but she shook loose and then applied the hold again this time lower. My bare feet pounded the mat. I’m sure the camera was catching every scream and moan. I was afraid of where her next target would be as her hands dug in just above the bottom V of my suit where it began to dip between my thighs.

I used all the power I had to reach up grab her hair and pull her back to me, grabbing a handful of tit and squeezed hard. She screamed and rolled away before I could grab her to do more damage to the tit. I got to my hands and knees and began crawling toward the safe spot when she kicked me hard where the claw hold was applied.

Pam pulled me up my the hair my hands grabbing her suit to keep from falling. I was fucked as she locked on a side headlock my face pressed into her side. She backed me up my ass touching the wall then jumped up and fell forward flipping me over her hip to the mat. The match was going into the six minute mark and already I was her prey. Now she had me on my back and adjusted the hold, still in the headlock she rolled over on top of me as she pressed her big 38D tit into my face. I reached for her hair. I managed to turn my head to get air. I put my hand under her chin pushing back but she shook her head free. “My 18 year old daughter rassles better than you, tubby!”, she said snarling. Sweat was pouring from her as her skin was wet and slippery her suit turning a darker shade of yellow just the way Jim planned. I was rolling back and forth trying to escape and I imagine the camera hidden in the wall was zeroing in between my chubby thighs getting a glimpse of the strip of blue between them. At least she wasn’t completely on top of my body I thought. I tried to bridge up but as I did her tit completely covered my mouth and nose and that put me back down.

There was something about wrestling another woman in a bathing suit that turned me on, and I know it did some of my opponents as their hands sometimes ended up feeling parts of my body that had nothing to do with a wrestling hold.

Finally I rocked up off my back then to my side on my knees my face still into her palm treed tit. I grabbed her pony tail and as she lifted slightly I bit her titty and that was the end of the headlock. I was dizzy and immediately went for a black safety spot but she was on top of me in a flash her forearm across my mouth pulling me away. “I’ll teach you to bite me you whore!” I was managing to get some air in making wheezing sounds. I though she was trying to put her other hand over my nose but gave up and instead tried to lock me in some sort of sleeper hold like position. I fell face first to the floor. I felt she was riding me her hips pressed into my ass and I knew she was humping me going up and down. “I’m fuckin your fat ass porky” she said as she turned my head sticking her tongue into my ear for the video. She clearly liked women whether fat or not.

Somehow I managed to get to my hands and knees even worn down I was stronger even though she was a lot quicker. I was heading to a safe spot with her riding on top of me. She pulled back on my head her fingers in my nose but I was determined and I reached out with my hand and the buzzer went off. The hillbilly let go and retreated to the spot on the other side of the room. Sweat from both of us wet the mat making it slippery. I was breathing hard taking in great gasps of air, the fat on me began quivering. I was not making a great showing. I knew if I didn’t Jim wouldn’t be calling me again.

I stood up we circled she had a smirk on her face, we went to lock up but I knocked her hands away and rushed her locking my arms around her waist and squeezed lifting the battling bitch off the mat. Her head went back eyes closed her hands reaching behind her trying to pry my fingers apart. My face was pressed into her soft tits, her nipple protruding through the material. Her feet went around behind my thighs. My arms were flabby but that doesn’t mean they weren’t strong. I held her up then ran into the wall, it hurt my hands but between the wall and my body it was as if she was locked in a vice. He was moaning now. “I’m going to beat shit out of you!” I screamed.

I let go and she fell to the mat. I waddled over to her she tried to kick out but I caught her foot and applied a step over toe hold. Pushing down on her ankle and squeezing her toes at the same time. I wanted to break her leg as I pushed it toward her head. She held up her hands grabbing her foot trying to push it back up or at least keep it from coming down even more. I tried to use my weight but got careless and she interlocked her fingers into my thick hair and pulled flipping me over and sent me rolling away.

We were both panting at this time from our exertion and the heat. It was hard to breathe like rasslin in a jungle. We got to our feet our suits were now completely soaked and felt like we just got out of the pool. She was quicker and had me by the hair slamming a forearm across my back. I felt my tits jiggle in my bra as she whipped me face first into the wall then followed up with a knee to the back of my left thigh. I managed to turn holding the back of my leg when she grabbed a handful of hair and punched he straight in the forehead. I saw stars! I felt my leg being held down by her right foot on my ankle then saw her jump up and come down on my thigh.. aggghhhh then the bitch did it again the pain was unbearable. She got up turnoff me to my stomach by twisting my ankle then pounded the back of my leg with her fist at least four times. She had me weakened and now my left leg was her target.

She locked me in a toe hold pressing the heel of my foot into the cheek of my ass. She pulled my suit up from the other leg giving Jim’s camera a shot of my white cottage cheese ass. I heard the camera move and the noise it made going for a close up. Satisfied he got what he wanted she let it snap back. She got interested in my toes interlocking her fingers between each one she could then pushed down increasing the pain. Tear filled my eyes as I pounded the mat mouth open screaming. Not satisfied she put my foot into her crotch then reached out grabbing a handful of my hair pulling my head back. That was the danger of rasslin in the padded room, their was no one to stop the punishment there was no “I give” or “tap out”.. The only way the pain stopped is when one woman got tired of inflicting pain on the other. There were painted signs on the wall, “Hurt Her”, “Door is Locked No Way Out”, “No Submissions”, Pay Her Back with Pain” were a few.

She tired of the toe hold and now sat on my back one hand under my chin the other grabbing a handful of hair and twisting my head. “Oh gawd” I thought as my eyes were closed my chubby feet pounding on the mat. The more I showed pain the more she added to it. She let go suddenly slamming her fist into the side of my face then paused . I couldnt take much more. I felt her foot with my hand without thinking I grabbed it pulling it to my mouth then bit down. She screamed yanking her foot away and I rolled to the safe spot and the timer started.

I was on my hands and knees my suit was worse for wear the strap around my neck was half torn, somehow she ripped it by the leg and it was open to my hip but still tight. I loved the feel as it squeezed my body. I stood up she was still examining her foot when the buzzer went off.

There was no mercy as ran over kicking her in the face with my foot. She fell backwards. I immediately straddled her face kneeling on her shoulders. I didn’t really want to face-sit her, I wanted to do worse, a face smash. I lifted up to a kneeling position and let my body drop completely on her head. I could feel her face push into my twat. Her legs went up in the air. That definitely hurt her, my 210 pounds crushing her nose, her mouth opened tasting whatever my suit had to offer. I did it again as I raised up I heard a muffled “no I beg, please!” But my ass dropped again my legs spreading farther causing more weight to crash down on her face. Only thing I could see was her hair from between my thighs. She tried pinching top of my legs but I knocked them away then grabbed the back of her head and rolled to my side. I felt her breath against my pussy. I pulled her head tight, once I had it secured I crossed my ankles and squeezed. Her head completely disappeared.

She was still trying to get out hands on my thighs trying to pry them apart. I’ve been caught in holds like this with thighs as big as mine. At first your surprised as you see everything disappear as the legs close then your face is pressed into another woman’s sweaty crotch, as the fat closes around your head, it’s total darkness, then the pressure starts, your mouth opens getting what little air you can in tiny gasps. You feel like your drowning. I could feel that happening to the bitch between my legs now.

Her legs were still kicking even more now trying to knee me in the back since her air is becoming harder to get the wetter the crotch. Then suddenly everything starts slowing down. I shake my legs and her head. Her legs begin to spasm instead of kicking then her hands fall off my thighs and her body became still. I wait minutes before I open my legs and push her head out with my foot.

My opponent should know what happens next if she read the contract. I kneel next to her pulling her bathing suit over her head letting it drop to the floor. I pulled the cups down freeing her tits with their dark brown areoles and taunt nipples. I straddled her stomach looking down at her a smile on my lips. I squeezed a nipple between the thumb and finger of each hand and stretched them for the video, torturing them, pulling them sideways, twisting them for 30 seconds and finally let them snap back.

I was sad she was still out of it. I’ve had it done and when you know what’s happening it’s pure hell. If you try to stop it your opponent gets to tie your hands behind your back and another minute is added to the timer. . I get to my feet and peeled her suit off like a banana I grabbed her heavy thick bush guarding her pussy taking a few hairs for souvenirs. Finally her legs and bare feet drop as the suit slips off them. I hear her start to moan. I wave to Jim as I hold the suit up, knowing I’ve often had my suits going out the door in another woman’s hands. “Hmmm Victoria Secret!” “My sister will like this” I thought. I hear the bolt slide back and then the shrill screaming in the room. Evidently she didn’t read the contract.