The Wrestling Match

[al-uk]

I thought I'd post the story below which I wrote in the early 1990s as a pure fantasy. Little did I know that towards the end of the decade I would make contact with the North Manchester Ladies Wrestling Club - and a good deal of my fantasy came true.. I guess I should note that unlike my fantasy the nmlwc girls did not wrestle nude or play with penises etc.. but they really enjoyed sitting on faces! (I normally re-enact the more explicit parts with Claire and others)

The club had its heyday around 2000, it still exists but is not as active as it was...I'm hoping for a session with raven soon!
I keep a small picture archive on http://groups.yahoo.com/group/nthmanchesterladieswrestling/
and the current club posts to

http://sports.groups.yahoo.com/group/nmlwc

the club is now called ladies in combat and has a website at
http://ladiesincombat.mysite.wanadoo-members.co.uk/

Anyway here is my story... I'll also try and dig out some acounts of actual events and add them on...in the meantime Ive attached a few pics of NMLWC girls in action


THE WRESTLING MATCH

I had often seen adverts for a 'female wrestling club' and finally I
plucked up courage to go and see what went on. I somewhat sheepishly
registered as a prospective club member and found a seat towards the
back of the hall. The hall gradually filled up, a large fraction
were young athletic looking females. I felt particularly embarrassed
when a particularly vivacious group of four girls sat right next to me.

I was somewhat relieved when the lights dimmed, and only the large
wrestling ring was illuminated. A scantily clad 'mistress of
ceremonies' entered the ring and announced that there was to be the
usual opening display. At this two shapely females, a blonde and
brunette, entered the ring, followed by two males. The girls
began by demonstrating methods of throwing their male opponents to the
mat, ranging from simple leg throws to more complex shoulder throws.
This was followed by a series of 'defenceless positions' in which the
males were held helpless in a variety of arm locks, scissors and half
Nelsons. The girls ended their demonstration placing their feet on their
vanquished opponents necks whilst acknowledging the cheers of the crowd.

I expected this type of event to continue for the rest of the evening,
and was a little puzzled when the mistress of ceremonies entered the
ring, congratulated the victors and, flanked by both girls, asked the
if the male prospective members present would identify themselves to earn
admittance to the club. Up to now I had assumed it was to be just a
matter of paying money and watching the wrestling. A couple of men
stood up and were directed towards the dressing room. I tried to keep a
low profile, but the girls next to me identified me as a newcomer and
pushed me to my feet. I was pulled to the dressing room by an
attractive attendant who gave me a pair of wrestling shorts and told me to
change as quick as I could. When I said I had only come to watch, she
replied that everyone had to participate and that I should leave at
once if I didnt want to. I was somewhat apprehensive, but the prospect
of wrestling with an attractive girl appealed to me. As I was getting
changed the girl got me to sign an 'insurance' form to cover me in the
unlikely event of injury. At this point I noticed that three other men
were in my situation, and after changing we made our way back to the
ring. To my surprise I noticed that the male members of the audience
were now acting as seats for the females. We entered the ring
and were assigned four corners.

At this point four very attractive girls marched into the hall, to the
cheers of the crowd. All four were dressed in rather skimpy bikinis
which showed of their curvatious figures to good effect. As they
entered the ring, the mistress of ceremonies introduced them and
assigned each of them to one of us. I found myself facing Amanda, a
strikingly beautiful blonde, who was at least 3 inches taller than me.
She commanded me to kneel, when I hesitated she grabbed my hair,
pulled me to my knees, pushed me forward so that my palms were against
the mat, and deftly sat upon my back. When I began to struggle, she
told me to save my strength until later as now we were to be
spectators. I relaxed and decided to play along with the game,
particularly as I noticed that the other men were being used in the
same way.

The mistress of ceremonies then announced that the usual rules would
apply, and that all the applicants had already signed to be bound by
them. At this point I began to suspect that the 'insurance' form was
not what I had been led to believe. However my concern was soon
forgotten as one of the other 'couples' moved to the centre of the ring
and the first wrestling bout began. From the outset, it was quite clear
who was going to win. The girl, who was called Liz, was well built,
and contrasted well with the wimpish build of her opponent. She was
clearly experienced in judo and other wrestling techniques, and for
several minutes played with her opponent...to the delight of the crowd.
She threw him to the mat several times, but allowed him to regain his
feet. On a number of occasions she allowed him to appear to get the
upper hand, only to fling him to the mat at the last moment.
Eventually, after a particularly heavy fall, as he tried to rise to his
feet, she pulled his head between her legs and clamped his neck between
her muscular thighs. He was completely helpless and gasping for breath.
Gradually she knelt down, pushing his head down, until she was sitting
with her full weight on the back of his neck, forcing his face into the
mat. She reached forward and twisted first one arm and then the other
hard up his back, whilst he reacted with muffled, agonised cries. She
bounced her bottom up and down on his neck, whilst twisting his arms
even harder. Whilst in this position , she untied her bikini top and
bottom, and with a wriggle of her hips dropped them both on the mat.
Then in an impressive move she lifted up for a second and hauled him
over onto his back whilst still keeping one of his arms held tightly up
his back. She then resumed her seat, this time with her naked bottom
fully upon her opponents face. Despite his struggles, she maintained
this position and, reaching forward, removed his shorts and firmly
grasped his erect penis. Hence by holding this in one hand and his
wrist with the other, she could inflict pain at will and
exercise complete control over her opponent. The sight of this naked
Amazon face-sitting her vanquished opponent clearly delighted the
crowd, and I could see from the look on the victors face that she was
enjoying the experience. After she had held him for several
minutes in this position and his struggles became weaker, the mistress
of ceremonies returned to the ring, and asked him if he desired to
submit. Then Liz lifted her bottom from his face for a few seconds to
allow him to reply. When he did not, Liz resumed her seat and
vigorously twisted arms and penis until a muffled 'yes' could be heard.
The mistress of ceremonies held her microphone close to his face and
made him state he had been defeated and was prepared to be a body slave
to the club. He was then dragged to the edge of the ring, where Liz resumed
sitting on his face.

My blonde opponent then lifted her bottom off my back, and I realised
with trepidation that it was my turn. I found myself hustled to the
centre of the ring to face my beautiful opponent. One part of my mind
regretted not leaving when I could have, the other eagerly awaited my
inevitable humiliation beneath Amanda. Any doubts I had reguarding my
ultimate defeat were dispelled when she stepped forward, grabbed my
wrist, and slamming her body into my midriff, executed a perfect body
throw which landed me on the opposite side of the ring. Just as I pulled
myself to my feet, an expertly performed leg throw returned me to the
canvas. She pounced on me, sat on my chest and pressed my shoulders to
the mat and held me there as a technical fall. I expected her to
terminate the unequal struggle at this point in a manner similar to the
previous bout, but she had other ideas and stood up and allowed me to
regain my feet. Again and again I was thrown to the mat, almost
everytime using a different move. Eventually I managed to close with
her and tried to get her in a bear hug, if only to delay things.
Unfortunately I had miscalculated her strength, and after a few seconds
I found it was my knees which were buckling as she hugged my waist
tighter and tighter. Once she had me in this position of control she held
me there, her exquisite features only inches from my face. She was
clearly enjoying herself and joked about the fact that I would shortly
be treated to a closeup view of her 'other end'! This I did not doubt
and felt powerless to prevent, particularly as a mighty squeeze
sent me tumbling backwards to the mat with Amanda on top of me. When I
regained my wind I found she was sitting on my chest with her knees
pinning my arms to the mat. Whilst holding me in this position, she
reached behind and tore off my wrestling shorts, leaving me naked
beneath her. She then carefuly removed both parts of her bikini and
joked that now neither of us had anything to hide!

[al-uk]

THE WRESTLING MATCH- Continued

Whilst seated there
she leaned forward and whispered to me that it was in my long term interest
not to submit too rapidly once she had me in the final submission
position. I managed to free an arm and tried to unseat her, but felt a
searing pain in my wrist as she twisted it back. Whilst I tried to
counter this, she spun round so she was facing my feet, straddled my
chest again and succeeded in immobilising both my hands
in a painful fingerhold with one hand. Despite the pain in my fingers,
I could not help but admire the sight of such magnificent buttocks
squashing down naked on my chest. Her legs were initially in the
kneeling position, but without releasing control, she brought her
feet forward until she was in a sitting position with her feet flat on
the mat which allowed her to sit on me with her full weight. Then
slowly, inexorably, she moved her magnificent bottom closer and closer
towards my face. Any struggles I made were countered by searing pains
both in my fingers and penis, which she was controlling with her free
hand. I resigned myself to the inevitable and watched and indeed
admired her shapely buttocks move slowly up my chest until they were
constricting my neck and forcing my chin back. Just when I felt my
neck would break, she lifted her bottom up, and manouvred it until it
was a few inches directly above my face. I prepared for the inevitable,
and closed my eyes.
However I reopened them after several seconds when
I realised that she intended holding this position for some time. As a
long time connoiseur of ladies bottoms, albeit largely from a distance,
I realised I was indeed in a unique position and viewed its magnificent
curves and puckered anus with a mixture of admiration and trepidation.
Gradually she lowered it towards my face, its bumcheeks widening as it
descended, until my nose pressed against her anus. In principle I could
have turned my head to one side, but I knew that this would probably
bring swift retribution, besides I found myself not wanting to spoil
an otherwise flawless face-sitting. Gradually the pressure increased
and my view was cut off as her buttocks pressed against my eyes. I felt
small tightenings and relaxings of her anus muscles and sensed the feelings
of superiority she was experiencing as she effortlessly held me in one
of the most inferior positions to which a woman can subject a man. She
held me in this position for several minutes, after which I felt
increasing pain in my penis as she pulled it up towards her. Gradually
my body arched upwards, and I felt my legs being held under her
armpits, and then pushed further and further down until my feet
were pressed to the mat behind my head. At some point her bottom
lifted momentarily from my face as she stepped outside my legs, but
she quickly sat with all her weight on my thighs and face and subjected
me to a terrible pressure which forced my knees closer and closer
towards the mat. As if this pain were not sufficient, she resumed
twisting my arms behind my back and squeezing my balls and penis.
Although the pain seemed unendurable, a part of my mind was admiring
the skill and professionalism of my tormentor. After several minutes,
although it seemed like hours, I heard her asking if I wished to
submit. I refused, not only because of her warning, but also I was
enthralled by the utter degradation and humilation of my position and
did not wish to bring it to an abrupt end. I felt proud to be used to
demonstrate Amanda's superiority, and when her anus slid in front of my
lips I began to lick it. I think this pleased her and some of my pain
decreased. I licked harder and harder, and pushed my tongue far up into
her anus. She lifted her bottom up to exhibit my display of
arse-licking to the audience. Eventually, however, I could stand the
pain no longer and submitted. As with the previous loser I agreed to
be a body slave to the club, although I had little idea what this could
mean. She released me from my ordeal, and I was dragged to the edge of
the ring where she resumed sitting on my face with me in a less painful
position. I spent next half hour in complete extasy continuing to lick
my victor's bottom, whilst I could hear sounds of the two remaining
males being wrestled into submission.

At the end of the contest Amanda stood up to receive the cheers of the
crowd. It appeared that in her handling of me she had won the evenings
highest award, not only for way in which she had subdued her victim,
but also the style of the humiliation.




[Rich]

Great stuff Al! I enjoyed every eyeful. :rasta:

[Erebus]

Me, too - as Al-ways!

More, please!

E :)