The Rookie Experience

Part 1: Initiation

By Sunshine ( [email protected] )

Prologue

Something told me that I shouldn't have trusted Vince when he told me about this club, but I didn't listen to it. As I sat with him at a table very close to the ring though, I definitely felt a little nervous. The crowd around us was a very “lively” group and I wasn't too certain about the people sitting with us at our table either. It seemed like everyone else in the dimly lit club was focused on the action taking place in a ring that loomed in the center of the room. A blonde and brunette were gamely wrestling each other and it looked like the blonde was starting to take control. She had the brunette in a headlock, squeezing her face against the side of her hip and waving to the audience while they all cheered her on wildly. Meanwhile I was much more interested in looking around the room. This is the first time I'd ever been to one of these sexual types of clubs and definitely the first time I'd ever seen two girls wrestling together. Vince and I had wrestled a bunch of times since we'd been dating but that wasn't as serious as this by a long shot.

I glanced over at my boyfriend, who was staring up at the ring in awe. I couldn't help but smile, he was so handsome and I loved looking at him when he didn't know it. He was definitely one of the most fit guys I've ever gone out with, about 6' and 175 lbs of lean muscle. Our skin tones complemented each others, me bronzed from the beach and his skin naturally darker from his heritage. His dark, unkempt hair always fell into his eyes like it was doing now and his dark eyes were following the blonde up in the ring around. We were both 19 years old and had been dating for about a year now. Vince loves blondes, which is good because I have long blonde hair. Vince was more proud of my 5'5”, 115 lb. 36D-24-34 body than I was sometimes! I pressed myself against his side and smiled politely at the older couple that shared our table. Both of the older people were dividing their time evenly between watching the match, and watching me. It was starting to make me a little nervous the way they kept shooting a look over at me and whispering to one another. But I couldn't make out what was being said over the music and the cheering.

It was Vince's idea to come to the club and actually witness the hobby we'd been sharing for so long together. It was certainly an experience, but by the time we'd had a bunch of drinks and the night's matches had all ended I was getting ready to go home and crawl into bed with Vince back at his campus apartment. Vince, however, was locked into an animated conversation with the man and woman sharing our table. I quickly learned that their names were Mary and Ted and that they were longtime fans of wrestling. They both looked to be in their 40s, although both were in exceptional shape for their age and Mary was still very attractive. “So why don't you talk it over with your pretty little girlfriend there and call us, our next meeting is this Saturday and we'd love to have both of you come. And you wouldn't have to wrestle anyone strange, just Mary and I.”…Ted concluded as I entered the discussion. “What are you talking about?” I interjected but Vince quickly concluded the conversation and walked us out of the club.

It was only after we got back to his place that I was filled in on all of the details: that Mary and Ted were part of a private group that got together for what could only be called very risqué wrestling matches. “Ya win by cumming?!?” I screamed at Vince when he finally started explain it. “No babe, calm down, it's just like the wrestling we do…just we'd be a team and we'd get to show our stuff against other couples…” Vince continued. “By letting them cum?!?”…I squealed somewhat hysterically at him. “No Sunny, it's a little more complicated than that honey….it's all about control, by their rules you can win by making the other person...you know…or by doing it yourself as long as you're the one who's got control of the hold or the match…”...Vince continued to talk like he was explaining geometry and not talking about us having sexual encounters with complete strangers. “Vince there's SO no way I'm letting some creepy old guy grope me!”….I stared back at him. “You're the one who's always wanting to try out new things, and even our matches are starting get a little predictable…think about how adventurous this would be….babe, think about the sex afterwards.”…he grinned at me. I had to admit, even though the idea sounded like it was from outer space that it had a certain appeal. This would be wilder than anything I'd ever done with anybody, and I trusted Vince's judgment on things. He kept driving his point home….”Just one match, we'll try it, and then if it sucks we'll never do it again and it's no big deal…but just think about it for me.”

Over the next few days I did think about it. In fact, I couldn't stop thinking about it. The whole thing was so ridiculous, but so unbelievably intriguing at the same time. And honestly, I didn't see how we could possibly lose against two people in their 40s. Vince and I were both in great shape and they couldn't last more than 5 minutes against both of us. And we'd definitely had enough practice against each other and had taught each other all sorts of different moves. And…also…the idea of a sexual finish wasn't exactly NEW to either of us. I found myself squirming in my seat during class just thinking about it now. I never thought I'd seen Vince happier than when I told him I would do it: I would go with him and wrestle both of them. I was going to be his girlfriend and his tag-team partner. We hadn't even had our first match, but that night, already the sex was incredible.

The Morning Of

Once I had agreed to do it, my excitement only kept mounting. It was all Vince and I talked about, all of the time. Even my girlfriends kept asking me why I wasn't paying attention during conversations and why I kept staring off into space. My mind was fixed on what I knew I was going to be doing this Saturday. Vince and I kept it totally between us, lest anyone would think we were freaky perverts or anything. I definitely didn't need the whole campus knowing what I was up to.

When I first woke up on Saturday morning, Vince had already gone out but a box was sitting on the bed next to me. Lifting my head wearily, I ran my hands over it. It was pure white and tied neatly with a white lace bow. I knew it was something from a lingerie store immediately but I couldn't guess what. I quickly undid the bow and pulled off the lid as I sat up in bed. I had to search through the tissue paper for a bit before I actually found the two pieces of stringy gold fabric inside. As I held them up to the sunlight, I found myself looking at one of the briefest string bikinis I had ever seen. My face turned red just looking at it while I was alone. There really was nothing more to it than three narrow golden triangles and some strings hanging off. At first I thought maybe he got my size wrong but a note in the box confirmed it was right. I thought there was no way I would fit into it.

The Big Match

When we arrived at the address that Vince had been given over the phone, we were greeted by what looked like a dingy warehouse that had been somewhat converted into apartments. We checked the address twice because I was sure this couldn't be the place. While I hung from his arm, Vince bravely pressed the front door and found it unlocked. Pushing inside, we found ourselves in a small, but open industrial space where people were walking about everywhere. It was almost like a very small rave. Music was thumping from speakers overhead while bright lights fixed onto a dilapidated-looking ring that occupied the center of the space.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned with a gasp, finding Mary smiling back at me. My mouth nearly dropped, she was already walking around in what must be her wrestling outfit. A one-piece leather suit cut high on her hips and with laces that intersected across the front of her ample breasts. Her fair skin was highlight by the shiny black leather and as my blue eyes descended I saw she was wearing black knee-high leather boots to match. “We didn't know if you guys were gonna make it, lemme show you to your dressing room ok?”…Mary shouted over the music. I nodded mutely and following her along with Vince to a wall at the back of the space. Doors lined the sheet metal wall. They probably used to be offices before the group took over this property – if they even owned it and weren't just trespassing.

Mary tried the handle on one of the doors and when it swung open she peeked inside and flicked on the light. “This is you two…you've got about 15 minutes before we get started. Don't be nervous.” I was SO nervous. I felt like my legs were shaking as the eyes behind us stared into me and Vince's backs. The word had gotten around quickly that we were the newcomers and interest was peaking. I was thankful to close the door behind me, shut out the music, and take a few deep breaths alone with my boyfriend.

Looking around my new sanctuary, I found only a few folding chairs, a desk, and a full mirror that was leaned up against one wall. I frowned at our luxurious dressing room. “Well, better than nothing right?”…Vince offered as he caught my expression. “Yah, but not much…”…I gave him a stare to remind him this was all his idea. We both worked our way out of our street clothes quickly, not wanting to be late for our very first public match. Vince slid into a pair of tight boxers that were obviously purchased to match my bikini perfectly. They were made of the same metallic gold fabric and did little to cover my boyfriend's obvious excitement. I, meanwhile, slid my way into the little micro bikini that Vince had bought me. As I tied it off at both my hips and Vince helped me with the top, I blushed at my own reflection in the mirror. The golden triangles up top barely managed to contain my firm 36Ds as I breathed, and the single triangle below dipped well below my navel and just managed to protect my modesty. I was showing a LOT of my tanned skin and I knew it.

I felt Vince press against me from behind, the bulge in his boxers now pressed against my nearly naked bottom. I gasped at the heat of it as he whispered in my ear….”You look fantastic Sunny…I almost don't want to share…” My eyelids lowered as he kissed the back of my neck and massaged my hips with his hands. Pressing my tight little bottom against his crotch, I almost forgot what we were here for until a knock came at the door. An unfamiliar voice called through – “Five minutes you two!”

Ding Ding

Vince exited the dressing room first to what was very enthusiastic applause from the small crowd that was standing around the ring. All of them turned to face us as we entered the main space, their eyes appraising both of us as we walked forward. As people moved aside, an aisle was cleared for us all the way to the ring. Looking up at it, I saw that Ted and Mary were already waiting for us. They were once again whispering to each other and I felt like they were staring right through me. Ted in particular never took his gaze off me for a second as I stepped coolly forward in my golden micro bikini. The whistles and cat-calls from the crowd making me feel even more confident. Voices kept wishing us good luck, or complimenting me and Vince. My boyfriend's extended hand politely helped me to step up onto the ring apron, and he held open the ropes as I slipped myself through.

Ted was about 6' and pretty even with my boyfriend, maybe a bit heavy around 190 lbs. Just a little on the heavy side but very distinguished in the face. His dark hair was beginning to gray but it still seemed to give him a mature, handsome look. Vince was in better shape for sure, his smooth body tone showing through compared to the softer definition Ted had. Mary was a little bigger than me though, standing what I guessed was 5'7, 130 lbs with short red hair that was done up atop her head in an unfamiliar 50's hairstyle. Her breasts, while not as firm and high-set as mine, were still quite large although the tightness of her leather outfit made it hard to guess her size.

As Vince joined me at my side in our corner, I gazed all around the room from my new vantage point. So this is what it felt like to be inside the ring. I suddenly understood wrestling a whole lot better now that I was here. Now that I was actually the one that everyone else was watching. I wondered how many of the crowd was rooting for us, and how many wanted to see the new team go down in smoke. I tried to put thoughts like that outside my mind as an announcer went over the rules in the middle of the ring. I barely even paid attention to him, now that I was in the ring I felt like I was on drugs. My bare feet stepped gingerly on the canvas, it's feeling unfamiliar. Vince seemed as awestruck as I was, his head turning to look at everything around us.

“I'll go first doll, then you can finish them off!”….my boyfriend's voice stirred me back as the announcer left the ring. “Ok…yah….ya got it!”…I quickly returned as I followed Ted's lead on the other side of the ring, and climbed out through the ropes. Mary clapped her hands together eagerly in front of her as she was left alone in the ring with my boyfriend. She ran her tongue across her lips as she looked at his shimmery boxers in a way that made my skin crawl. A bell rang somewhere off to the side outside the ring, and Mary immediately was storming over to our corner.

The Match

My boyfriend at first took a step backward, but then he seemed to find his confidence and walked out to meet her. Mary quickly grabbed my boyfriend's shoulders, but Vince slid his hands between them and whipped his arms outwards to break her grip. He then fired the edge of his palm straight into her breasts. I gasped as he did this, amazed that my boyfriend was able to be this aggressive with someone he didn't know. Mary was clearly surprised as well, her chest jostled inside her outfit, and she stumbled backwards from the well-aimed chop. Vince kept right after her, giving her a shove with both hands that sent her back against the ropes. As she came off, still reeling, he lifted the sharp point of his knee up in front of him. The older redhead never had a chance to stop, and her groan sliced through the air as my boyfriend's knee stabbed her gut.

Mary staggered as she wrapped her arms around her stomach, then a thud shook the ring as she collapsed onto both knees in front of my boyfriend. I couldn't see Vince's face from our corner, but I knew he must have been feeling awesome. Our first match was going perfectly; he was totally dominating the redhead so far. I watch as his hands lowered into Mary's thick hair, and continued to be astounded as my boyfriend led this older woman into the middle of the ring by her hair. Mary crawling after him and Ted shouting from the corner….”Come on Mar', he ain't nothing but a rookie!” Rookie or not, she was clearly getting embarrassed as Vince worked her over.

Now Vince was dropping a series of chops into the wide area of Mary's back while she rested on her hands and knees. He was casually clapping the edge of his hand down, smack after smack echoing off Mary's skin. They were turned enough so I could see the big smile on my boyfriend's face. My blue eyes suddenly focusing on Mary's hand, she was reaching between his legs! “Vince, watch out!”…I shouted from the corner but too late as Mary grabbed the back of his boxers and pulled them down.

The immediate shock of his having his bottoms pulled down seemed to freeze Vince in place. A few people in the crowd snickered and I could tell he was totally embarrassed. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open while Mary pulled herself up to her knees, still holding my boyfriend's trunks around his knees. She let out a yell as she yanked on the golden boxers, and Vince's legs went flying upwards into the air. Crashing down onto his back, my boyfriend was all groans as Mary skinned his trunks up his skyward-pointed legs and tossed them out of the ring. His hands went between his thighs to help cover his package while Mary laughed loud from behind his legs. “Oh don't try to cover it up now! You wanted this match!”….her voice booming as she stood up, now holding my boyfriend's ankles and spreading his legs apart. She easily kicked his hands away from his crotch, exposing his hardened package to the crowd.

“Not bad kid, you're no Ted, but not bad!”….Mary laughed as she now stole control away from my poor boyfriend and presses her boot down on his shaft, rolling it up against his stomach while she held his legs wide apart. “Vince!”…I cried out with worry as I watched Mary show some excellent control over her boot. Nimbly working the flat of it up and down the backside of my boyfriend's cock until I could visibly see that Vince was actually getting really hard! My boyfriend's grabbing his head and rolling it as this older woman toyed with him. I stamped my foot against the ring, having some difficulty just watching this and not running in to help him. But the vibration seemed to stir Vince's attention, his head lifting finally off the canvas.

I could hear his voice moaning out the words: “Nnnnn…get off me you old bitch!” And then with a hard curl of his leg, he pulled his ankle free from her one set of fingers. Quickly straightening the same leg, he stamped his toes right into Mary's midsection and sent her falling back into the ropes. His move had gotten him out of it! Vince rolled to his feet and came rushing over to our corner, “Sorry babe, I did my best.” I nodded as he clapped my hand, hesitating, almost forgetting that I had to wrestle too. “Go on babe, get her!”…he shouted in my ear and I shook my head, sliding my curves between the ropes and stepping into the ring while my boyfriend exited.

Mary and I locked eyes almost instantly, her dark gaze meeting my sparkling blues. We were both frozen for a long moment before a voice called from her corner, “Come on now Mar', my turn, you promised!” Mary finally broke the staring contest and took the few quick steps into her corner, tagging Ted into the match. My nervousness only heightened now as I wasn't going to get to wrestle Mary, but a strange man. Ted, however, seemed totally delighted as he smiled playfully at me from his corner. He walked slowly out to meet me, as if dragging it out, openly leering at me as he advanced.

I couldn't stand it anymore…”Ya got a staring problem or somethin'?” His voice was cool and sinister as he replied, “Oh no, no problems now, none at all.” He was only making me madder after I watched the way his wife treated my boyfriend, and I'd had enough. I stepped up to him, and showing him my stuff as I rolled forward and planted my palms against the ring, kicking my legs up over me in a handstand that surprised everyone. Ted hesitating as I straightened upside-down, unsure what to do. But I knew exactly what to do as I spread my legs wide, then clapped my calves quickly shut around his neck in a scissors.

For the first time, the audience cheers wildly, roaring as I show off a very unorthodox move. Ted struggles to pull my calves apart, and he staggers about, but he can't seem to break the hold no matter what. His face was only getting redder and the sweat on his skin shining brighter as I wore him down. The exhilaration was coursing through my body, I had him and it was such a total rush. My breathing came hard and fast. My breasts filling out my bikini while two small tents strained against the golden triangles in their centers. I was winning!

“Slam the little glamour girl!”….Mary's words fell on me like a dark storm cloud as she offered them to Ted from the corner. The one thing I hadn't thought of and Ted wasted no time. His thick arms were circled around my taut, bare stomach before I could draw another breath. I gasped as he squeezed me tight back against him, balancing on my hands that were spread against the ring, my long blonde mane pooled on the apron between them. I hear his groan and then feel myself being powerfully lifted up, my hands leaving the ring as I curl upwards….my back almost parallel to the apron. Then Ted brings me horribly crashing down, my spine smacking flat against the canvas hard enough to make me bounce off. I scream out into the air, catching a glimpse of the worried look on my boyfriend's face as I sprawl out.

All Wrong

“What's the matter Sunny, got grounded?”….Ted's voice continues in that sensuously evil tone as he walks around me while rubbing his reddened neck. The pain seems to throb up and down my back while I lay there. I watch as hands reach down for me, past the sides of my face, grabbing my hair. I'm forced to follow as my scalp burns and my hair is yanked at. I'm led right up onto my feet, where I put my hands against Ted's chest to get some room.

My opponent is clearly knowledgeable enough to know not to give me a second to catch my breath, and he doesn't. Before I can even shove him away, he slips his palm between my sun-kissed thighs and grasps my bottom….his other hand goes over my shoulder and I feel my world turn over. “Sunny NO!”….my boyfriend's voice reaching my ears as I'm spun upside-down in Ted's arms. Then I hear Ted's voice…”Oh….yes!”…and I feel myself drop like a stone. His knee is waiting for me as I fall, my spine hits it and instantly bends around it. The scream that leaves my painted lips even hurts my own ears as he slams me down in a backbreaker. I can hear Mary clapping behind Ted in the corner as he runs his hands over my body and curves me perfectly. I feel like my back has been broken and I can't breathe. My arms hang limply on one side of his thigh, my legs on the other.

“What a cute little bikini, did Vinny buy this for you….I bet he did….first match and all….”….Ted whispers over me. I want to tell him to go to hell, I want to tell him what a jerk he is, but I can barely breathe and I'm not sure if I'm seriously hurt or not. Unable to produce words from my gasping mouth as this older man runs his hands liberally all over my stretched physique. I feel a tugging at the strings behind my back, then the bow unfurls and my top loses its tension. I know what's coming, and I close my eyes so as not to see the crowd when it does.

Ted's finger hooks the delicate gold string that runs between my jutting bronze breasts and he lightly just lifts the top right off me. He quietly moves the limp golden top over to the side, and lets it slide uselessly off his finger onto the apron. I can't clearly see, but I know he's staring at my breasts. I can just feel it as they rise and fall, now bare, coated with sweat. “Ohhhh…very…verrryyy….nice.”…he speaks almost scientifically about my body as he reaches for them and runs both his hands over my girls. A tremble goes through me from the top of my head all the way down to the tips of my toes as he wraps his fingers around my globes. He seems to almost be measuring them in his hands as he handles them lightly. He clicks his tongue under his breath as he passes his fingertips around the edges of my light brown areolas. God, why is he being so gentle?!? It's making my nipples stick out no matter how hard I try to fight it. They slowly harden until they're two buds thrust upward.

He keeps his hand cupped around my furthest breast while I hang in the painful arch. But his mouth descends to the nearer one, I moan as I feel the warmth of his mouth cover my entire nipple and then suck it up between his teeth. His breath is hot against the tip while he runs the sharp edges of his teeth over the base of my hard point. On the other side of him, my toes are sliding all over the ring's surface as he licks my nipple until it's so hard it almost hurts. His attentive fingertips strokes up the outside of its twin and bring it to full attention while he licks me. I barely notice the hand that's traveling down my stomach, glancing over my navel, until it disappears under my bikini bottoms. His palm cups the heat of my mound away from the audience's view. Several fingertips brushing my folds in slow, unrushed circles. I can feel my skin flush with erotic excitement. I moan before I can stop myself and that's when he laughs over me. “Not just yet….not just yet little girl.”

All of his touches seem to leave my body at once, his hands floating away from me along with his mouth. I strain to lift my head and look up, and that's when I see his joined fists riding high in the air above his head. I gasp at him…”Please no!” He smiles warmly, but slams both of the joined fists straight down into my stomach. Using my slim navel like a target for the blow as he drives it all the way in so hard that I nearly sit up. As I lurch forward with a pitiful groan, he just places his hand over my face and shoves me back roughly. I swing backwards into the backbreaker with a snap of my body, coughing and sputtering. I'm certain now, I can't breathe. His hand brush up against my side, then shove me off his knee. I tumble onto the ring and lay there face-down.

Vince is shouting almost hysterically from the corner….”Sunny! Tag out! Get up and tag me!” I think if he knew how my back felt right now he wouldn't even ask me to do that. I try to plant my hands under me and press myself up, but the pain that suddenly lances through my back is so bad that I nearly sob as I drop flat against the ring again. “Aww, little baby broke her back? Not yet anyway…”….it's Ted's terrible voice again behind me.

I feel his calloused hands run up the outsides of my thighs softly and his fingers surround my hips. Too hurt to complain, I follow his coaxing hands and lift my cute bottom up into the air behind me. My cheek resting flat on the canvas with my hands covering my blonde head, my knees are down dug into the ring and my gold-clad ass is stuck up behind me. I hear a great deal of rustling behind me but don't even bother to look, being set up like this is already hurting my already hurt back. “Now, I think it's about time that Vince and Sunshine learn their lesson, don't you?”...Ted is practically singing now and I can hear Mary laughing nearby. The strings that dangle from my hips are being pulled at, then my bottoms droop, hanging off my butt. The older man whisks them off my body and hangs them over the middle rope, conveniently right next to him. “I'm going to enjoy making your little girlfriend pay for your cockiness Vince!”…Ted calls out to my boyfriend as he sits up behind me. I feel something smooth but thick press against my folds, just brushing up and down my shaven slit. Two masculine hands grab my asscheeks and squeeze them, then slide down my curved back until they come up with two handfuls of my lustrous blonde hair. My lips split apart with a song of pain as my hair is pulled straight back and I'm lifted off the ring. “Ooohhh yeahhh…”…the sound of Ted moaning lustfully as I slide down the length of his hard cock. “That a girl…gawd you've got a tight little cunt…”…his words making the entire thing more humiliating as I know everyone is watching me slide down his girth. I wish wrestling wasn't such a complete turn-on, cause then maybe I wouldn't be so soaking wet as he begins to slowly slide himself in and out of my depths. My palms slap at the ring for some kind of mercy as he picks up the pace and fills the air with the sound of my rear end clapping off his hips. Ripples go through my small, tight little butt as he crashes into it. My breasts bounce and sway underneath me with every hard thrust of his thick, long shaft. Every single time he enters me is some kind of punishment, I can tell by the way he grunts behind me. When I'm quiet he gives a good yank on my long hair until I groan for his pounding dick. I close my eyes. I only hear the sound of him fucking me and the sound of his voice.

“This is what your boyfriend wanted huh?”

“Gawd you are one hot little piece of ass honey.”

“Welcome to wrestling baby, how's it feel?”

“You're soaking my dick little girl, I think you're about done.”

My blue eyes fly open, as do my painted lips, and I scream out towards the lights that are beating down on me from above. I climax hard and I feel myself hug his penetrating shaft in pulses as I let it out. I soak his rod with my wants and desires as I give in to it. The crowd sees it plainly and a cheer rises up as it signals the end of the match and our defeat. I feel so exhausted as I shiver in the afterglow, those rough hands pushing on my hips until I slide off the end of his cock and fall to the ring.

“Don't you dare, you fucking asshole!”…it's Vince's voice shouting something at Ted. Kneeling over me, Ted's grasping his swollen shaft in his fist and stroking it quickly. He groans mightily from above me and I feel something hot and sticky lash me across my bottom. I try to move but a strong hand against my shoulder blades holds me still as he finishes over me. Ted's explosive finish leaves a slimy, glistening series of cum streaks across my backside. I just want to curl up and die, with every eye in the house now focused on me.

I can feel the heat of my opponent's breath against my ear as he leans his face down next to mine. “Anytime you want a rematch little girl….anytime…”…and with that he rises and meets Mary who is already inside the ring. The two of them lift their arms over their heads in celebration as they rebuke the newcomers. “Babe, are you ok? You don't ever have to do this again!”…Vince's voice coming from above me is a small comfort as I slowly rise onto all fours, shaking my head. “I'm…I'm ok….”…I quickly reassure my boyfriend as I pick myself off the ring and drop back onto my haunches. Squirming as I feel Ted's little victory present on my rear. Him and Mary touring all four sides of the ring as they wave to the crowd, but the applause around us seems a little muted.

Epilogue

After we exited the ring, got washed up, and changed back into our street clothes, we rejoined the rest of the group that was wandering around outside the ring. There were drinks circulating through the crowd now and I happily downed a few to help ease my embarrassment at losing so graphically in front of all these people. Vince and I seemed to be the two most popular people there, everyone kept coming up to us and congratulating us even though we lost. One man in particular helped explain the lack of applause at the end of the match – “Ted and Mary are fucking assholes, you guys are new and he didn't have to win like that. Usually we try to take it easy on the new ones, but he just wanted to show off. Don't worry, you two gave them a run for their money, and they're practically the best.”

I wondered if he was just being generous, “Yah but at the end I couldn't even touch him, he totally kicked my butt!” The man shook his head and smiled, “Most of the people who've been doing this for years couldn't do to Mary and Ted what you both did – and that's give them one hell of a match. Everyone's talking about you!”

Before we left for the night, Vince asked me if he should bother talking to the main people about another match. After how much praise that was heaped on us in our last hour there, I felt such a sense of accomplishment. We didn't win but we totally stood our own against one of the best teams there was – and the crowd loved us for it. And I definitely couldn't let my first and last match in front of these people be a loss! “Sign us up; we've got a date for next Saturday!”…I winked at him. We wouldn't know until later who we were going to be wrestling against next, but I knew that Vince and I were going to be very busy preparing. I was determined that it was going to be me and my boyfriend raising our arms at the end of our next match.

By Sunshine ( [email protected] )