The beautiful black girls again. And the white chicks as well...

Still in the stronger black girls topic, I have found in my portfolio an old video in which two marvellous girls face each other, with an overwhelming domination by the black lady. Is not she a lovely  girl, showing us her well-defined muscular, slender body? There is nothing much more than two pretty girls tangled up to see, and the withe bitch playing the loser role. The best moments are those in which we can appreciate a really good domination over a face down lassie, with a lot of arm twisting, leg pressing and neck and back pinning:

There is opportunity, also, for a plethora of nice holds, like chokes, neck and body scissors and the always nice grapevine, as we could see. The moaning white bitch is a very attractive damsel too, oh my! Since she is almost always laying on the belly, her perfect behind can be fully appreciated. In reality, we can see a very nice butt war, once the black lady is also a very well defined, shinning bootylicious!

One of the most charming features in a loser is her predisposition to struggle and moan in vain. Our unfortunate white victim here is very skilled in doing so, while treated like a full bin bag by her stronger opponent!

Poor girl: begging for mercy and saying she was sorry did not touch the ebony goddess, who continued the punishment. Instead of taking care of her wonderful hair, the white bitch should have improved her wrestling skills before facing a pretty stronger black woman!

The following segment begins with a magnificent butt display, and you have to admit: the facial expression of the loser, in a mix of pain and humiliation, is awesome!

The last segment is remarkable by its beginning, during which the victim is subjected to a double hammerlock combined with a hairpulling. Uh, the poor bitch is reduced to a kind of human trophy!

It is an extreme humiliation, is not it? And what to say about the forced obedience scene, during which the poor girl is compelled to get down on all fours, only to be mounted like a mare and be pulled by the hair, as if it were reins! Exciting!

The last part is an homage to the alluring tied victim's derrière, after being fully exposed by the winner, who has fun counting the lovely white bitch's freckles. Gosh, the world is full of insanity!

I promise to myself that in the next post I will be back to the kind treatment I delivered to valiant Valentina...

"Vale-Vale-Vale-Valentina, Valentina macht mich froh"

After that beating (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com.uy/2016/10/miller-milling.html), I was aware that I had become the focus of attention of everybody. The boys are obviously excited by the spectacle of the beating and the bare ass spanking in which I had been the responsible for the erotic atmosphere. After all, what man would not like to see a pair of beautiful exposed buttocks?

Concerning the girls, Fatima, Juana ant even Ms Miller were very discreet about the humiliating thrashing. Valentina, however, mocked me all the time, as I told in the last post. I was obvious angry with the continuous mockery. That Argentinian lassie was fascinated with the fact that Ms Miller had spared my legs from the beating and she underlined this fact all the time. And nicknamed me The Ear of the Year, by the fact that I had been punished by Killermiller in that childish way.

She mocked me on Monday, and Tuesday, and Wednesday, and Thursday... Oh, that was enough! On Thursday night, I challenged her to a match:

- I will not spare your legs, sunshine - I said, for the excitement of everybody. The boys were looking forward for more girl action and, why not? for more humiliation and some nudity.

- Do not be so confident of victory, you Swollen Ass - she contested. And the indirect mention of the spanking scene really hit the audience...

Due to this very provocative challenge, people gathered around us, the inner temperature rose and a thrill haunted in the atmosphere until Friday night. During that Friday, Valentina and me kept silent. I suppose that both of us were afraid of the worst. Concerning me, I was really scared of a second humiliation, and I believe that Valentina was afraid of I getting the upper hand on her if she could not lead the fight to the ground (she was a little bit bigger than me).

Besides these feelings, I was looking forward for the match, because it is natural that a girl who was severely humiliated in a fight wants to take the humiliation out on another adversary. Oh, regarding that, I am sure of it!

My best friend Juana told me that I had to avoid tight contact: "a good upper cut is what she deserves; after it, you will do what you want with her".

Well, I was not so confident about my upper cut skills. In fact, I am not very good, like Juana, at boxing or other type of fight based upon punches or chops. I really like the grappling approach and, in special, the stretching holds. And so Valentina did.

Well, let´s address the crux of the issue. We agreed in a no barred holds fight, with no submissions, until one lady is clearly unable to continue or to endure the pain. This agreement put more excitement in the audience. It demonstrated the sadistic will of the fighters in really annihilating the opponent!

However, the fight was very disappointing in its beginnings, once Valentina and me tried to grapple each other, with no success in get a great hold. The fight was even and boring for more than twenty minutes, and we got exhausted after so much time in this kind of fight. 

At some point, however, one of us must to take risks. So, in a moment when us two were on our foot, I tried a striking hold, after which I could lock Valentine's left arm in a painful way. Oh, I salivate when I remember this and how her face expressed anguish and anger on the floor!

More than lock her arm, I managed to twist her forearm to inflict more pain. After a moment, while the bitch screamed her despair, I transformed the hold into a good hammer lock, while the whore laid on her belly.

Oh, I heard that magic words: "I submit". I think the arm was on the verge to be broken by the elbow. It was music to my ears:
- No submission, bitch, do you not remember?
- You are breaking my arm! - she replied, trying to convince me that she is not able to endure that suffering.
- Oh, that is nothing to worry about, I will release you to more fight - I was very confident when I said that and took that bitch free. She was very weakened, and immediately I put her in a toe hold. I remember she mocking me: "Killermiller spared only your legs hahaha":
- I do not want to spare your legs, bitch - and I really tortured her:

- Let's scratch your nape with your toenail - I said, after put her on her belly:

Oh, gosh, I will remember this for life, the way that bitch tapped while I tortured her leg! Yeah, that bitch really deserved to be beaten up and humiliated. It was great to have made her swallow all that mockery she had once addressed me. Legs, ears and buttocks were my obvious targets, since she had underlined those spots with that disgusting derision: Killermiller had spared only my legs, had transformed me into The Ear of the Year (oh, such a stupid pun!), and had turned my ass into a swollen dough!

Yeah, I really manhandled her legs: after the toe hold (and some hitting and a single boston crab), I put her in an excruciating figure-four leg lock hold. At that point, she was too weakened and softened to resist... In a sadistic maneuver, I released the hold only to see her tries to flee: I grabbed her by an ankle and a wrist and humiliate her again in the same way, what drove her to despair! I compelled her to give up, but I kept her trapped! My boyfriend José, a king of kind-hearted guy, asked me for release her, once the match was over. The match, however, it was not over for me. Valentina should endure more punishment!

And for more punishment I released that bundle of battered flesh. Before getting at her ears and buttocks, however, I had to choose a hold to hurt all her body, and nothing better than a camel clutch to injure her back and head. Yeah, I put her seven times in a bent position, and enjoyed every second of that long and torturing hold! She groaned like a goat, and beg for mercy like a stupid hen, and moaned submissions in vain, because... that was a no submission match! Yeah, the humiliation session was only beginning!

Because of that seven-fragmented hold, the boys began calling me The Camelclutchgirl! What a really nice nickname! I am fond of camelclutches since I began learn about wrestling and female fight with my ex-boyfriend. The camelclutch hold was a love at the first fight. Valentina was not my first camelclutched victim, but I am sure she was the best one. On the other hand, I had already learnt too, as a victim, of the devastating effects of the camel clutch (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com.uy/2015/05/the-seven-year-bitches-i.html), and was very conscious about the way to inflict pain. Unfortunately, I was too exhausted to bend to the limit that victim! I did, however, the right thing!
After near kill the bitch in that long lasting camel clutch, it was time for some ear treatment. Oh, Valentina deserved it. She learnt who was the ultimate Ear of the Year, lol... I paraded her and made her obey me under that childish punishment: she squatted, I put her up again, and after that I led her head touch the floor, always gripping and torturing her ears!

Well, I think the post is too large. I must reserve to another one the spanking session of this match. It was really great, and I think it was the best victory of my life. Mi corazón late fuerte cuando oigo un tango...

Oh, it is true. And I salivate too... and get sexually aroused,,, Oh, gosh, what a glorious feeling! Winning a catfight is a dopamine for our souls and bodies!

Under the rhythm of the break - the hammer lock again

I am still thinking about that splendid combo move on that skinny blonde, which began with a hammer lock and ended in a OTS back breaker. Personally, I believe there is nothing as a good hammer lock to display a defeated bitch. One of the most amazing humiliation a girl may impose on another is making the bitch walk. "Walk, bitch, otherwise I will break your arm". Uh, how glorious, my mouth salivates, as Pavlov's dog, when I remember Miss Universe walking on the poll area at my mercy. On the other hand, my buttocks throb at the image of Fátima compelling me to that humiliating stroll at that gymnasium... Oh, that is life and these are posts of the past... After all, we are sometimes up, some times down...

The two videos bellow show the same girl compelled to a forced march by her tormentor. I consider them very exciting.

What a lovely tormentor, by the way... nice assets... Well, and the words "all right, I submit"sound like music to her, I suppose...

The second video is even better, as the blonde is humiliated also by a good hair pulling, a sleeper and... some ass kicking!

It is an utmost humiliation to beg for mercy so many times until the winner gets satisfied... 

Still breaking

Well, as this blog is a kind of confessional diary, I apologise to my two readers for my insistence on the scene of the last post. It is difficult to me to choose only one step of the combined move, so, I want to post the hammer lock step firstly. This is a basic move, about which I have commented in other posts. It is in my memory for I used it to win my first brawl, against Miss Universe. On the other hand, I was victim of a double hammer lock in my first defeat.

Both facial expressions says all! I love the near aimless, desperate and futile movement of the poor victim's free arm. If the hot girl really twisted and folded that thin arm, gosh... the skinny blonde cried for real!

Once I underlined the first and the second steps, I could not neglect the final step, the OTS back breaker, which brought the move to a perfect end. Oh, my, it is really painful. 

One of the hot blonde's hand supports the back of one of the skinny blonde's thigh, while the other hand is put on the front part of the other victim's thigh. The small of the back of the poor girl is on the perpetrator's shoulder and suffers the impact of each up and down shaking movements. Heavens, it is torturing! A pray's hand on the tormentor's free shoulder does little to alleviate pain or increase balance.

That means that this hold was really painful, although in a fake match...  I think the poor girl needed to take some painkillers afterwards...

A break in the break for a break

I know that I am postponing my cousin's Benedicto report with a special series of removed bras, lol... I will not lose the thread, nonetheless I want to talk a little bit more about the match of the last post. Once the scene I was about to talk has nothing similar to a flying bra, I am breaking the break!

The topic deserves it, however, and it is another break, in reality a back breaker. Oh, gosh, what a terrible move, over the knee or in a torture rack; but the most painful of them is undoubtedly the back breaker over the shoulder, because the body's victim has one only and narrow support. In the OTK back breaker, the floor is close and, in the torture rack, the support basis is larger.

The scene below is paradigmatic for me. I consider it one of the most beautiful sequences ever in a catfight. The starting move is a hammerlock, and I guess that the hot girl really perpetrates it for real. She locks the stretched victim's arm and twist it before folding it behind the loser´s back and pulling it towards the shoulder. The skinny sexy girl immediately shouts "my arm!" and puts the free hand on the shoulder.

The move was so intense that the folded arm remains for a while behind the back after released. The poor girl is put on her foot by a humiliating hair pulling. Her facial expression is amazing.The arm is aching, as he eventually holds it.

Last, but not least, the unfortunate skinny lassie is put in an over the shoulder back breaker. Oh, her long hair points down in a magnificent effect, while she express her inferiority with a "my back" shout. He begs her submission, but only after the second plea the hot winner releases her, in an additional humiliation. By the way, a victory pose awaits for the loser...

It is difficult to chose the best point, but, because of the symbolic meaning it conveys, the standing up scene deserves a slow motion replay:

Very good actresses, by the way. Really great!

"Life goes on, bra!" - IV

I prefer soft than hardcore. Regarding the current theme - bras going out, lol - the strangle step is quite violent - but all here is fake, of course, it is only fantasy, I know that... Even so, I would like a kind of... how can I say?... aesthetic approach... Hm, It is really difficulty to explain.

Well, all can I say is that the act of disrobing a bitch in a brawl is very impressive. Several times, the bitch loses control or élan while having her tits or privates exposed. I will discuss this more times, of course, as I am an experienced brawler on the winner and on the loser side - sometimes naked, lol...

I particularly love the match between a strong beautiful lady and a skinny silent long-haired girl of which I have already posted some pics and clips (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com/2015/04/the-vision-that-was-planted-in-my-brain.html). Now, the first knock out of the beat down is shown bellow.

In fact, the long-haired girl started the match with a bikini and a shirt on. She is put by her stronger opponent in a hammer lock and in a full nelson, which are the best holds to display a defeated bitch. The suffering and silent facial expression of the long-haired girl is amazing in this moves and when her lovely opponent, after near putting her to sleep, halts the move to...

...remove the loser's shirt and bra! The poor girl is so weakened to resist...

Oh, a toplessed victim is better than a full-clothed one! Then the move goes on and the sexy skinny girl visits Slumberland for a while...
"Ob-la-di, ob-la-da"...

The seven-year bitches - VII

Few hours latter, we continued our confessional session:

- The second part of the fight - which culminated, as I have told you before, in the first hanging scene I witnesses in those seven years - took place on the bed.

- Sex!

- Yes. And not - at least under the conventional perspective.

- Then they have decided to continue the fight on the bed...

- Kapitoline has so. And put poor Sasha in a kind of painful and humiliating arm twisting, grabbing the tortured limb behind the back of her unfortunate step sister, who cried like a baby, begging for the the hold to be released.

- It is really a painful move. It is a hammer lock. Did Kapitoline have mercy?

- Not until the bed, to where he compelled Sancha to go, all trapped in that... hammer lock... and screaming like hell.

 

- I think, my dear Benedicto, that the art of humiliation is for few. Kapitoline is really a master. She beat Sancha, it is all right, it is humiliating enough. But she added shame on it. She compelled Sancha to express her inferiority, by crying, by the facial expression, and, mainly, by the forced obedience. "Walk into the house, I am ordering it, otherwise the punishment can be worst", she could tell to Sancha. And poor Sancha obeyed, what else could she do? Do you think that this set of features arouse you?

- Certainly, I am afraid that I am ill, that my sexuality is not normal.

- Take it easy and go on reporting, please.

- There were no looks at me in the way, but afterwards, the woman who looked changed: it was Sancha that looked at me.

- And how was that?

- Kapitoline put Sancha over the knee and lowered her pants to begin spanking her:

- In the middle of the spanking session, Kapitoline stopped for a while to fix the hair, and Sancha looked back, possibly trying to evaluate the damage on her poor buttocks...

 

- This scene, I suppose, have excited you. Otherwise you would not have reported it...

- Yes, I do not the reason why the scene is so... arousing - he closed the eyes and grabbed the dick over the pants...

- Mysterious fetishes. Go on rapidly, otherwise the disaster will occur before my eyes - I said, noticing the big volume under the pants...

- Oh, she stripped poor Sancha, who was spanked completely in the nude...

 - And at some time during the spanking, Sancha looked at me, while Kapitoline spanked her with a smile of pleasure. Kapitoline's non-spanking hand was holding Sancha in a so charming way, just below the tits, on the ribs... Oh, Sancha looked at me in a way... I lost control...

As he took his way to the loo, running like hell, I came to the conclusion that he had masturbated at the look of spanked Sancha and that set of mysterious fetishes, as Kapitoline's smile and grabbing hand..

  

The seven-year bitches - III

After the coffee, Benedicto continued his report. He told me that Kapitoline, after sending again her colleague to Dreamland, stripped her naked and...

- To my surprise, she untied her. After regaining consciousness, the poor girl was hanged by the own hands of Kapitoline.

- Really, did she kill her? Why did not you call the police?

- No, the girl was extremely groggy indeed, but was well alive! Kapitoline held firmly the rope until her victim pass out again. I supposed that our cousin had contacted his victim to supposedly have some wrestling classes. In fact, the girl was clearly older than her, and looks like a teacher or something like that...

- Oh, gosh, our cousin is really sadistic, and I think she premeditated the punishment. After all, a rope with a noose is not a thing we had at your disposal at any time.

- I suppose so. The rope was prepared and ready in a living room, it was passed over a beam in the ceiling. And the view of that nude girl made me eventually cum... Oh, it rhymed... I confess that I finally stroked my dick, which exploded into a huge semen gush...

All these dialogues, roughly transcripted here, were part of the "psychoanalysis sessions" that Benedicto had with me.

Oh, I am not a psychoanalyst, of course, but the person of Benedicto's choice, because the poor guy had no courage to face a doctor or a psychologist. It could be said, then, that we are dealing with a kind of confession, during which he could listen to himself in a distinct way.

His sexual problems tortured him: "I am nearly thirty years old and I had only two sexual intercourses until now, notwithstanding the power that women exert over me."

Poor guy, he really needed a friend like me. I always felt for him a so special affection... and he was a so sexy guy... Oh, gosh...

- Death and sex. This is the Kapitoline's paradigm, I suppose, is not it?

- Yes, for sure!

- And yours! - I provoked.

- No - he stated peremptorily - Death is not an obsession for me. It is only a casual component to my sexual arousal...

- I understand. Could you point another one in this report?

- I will think about that. But it must be said: that poor girl did not die. After the hanging session, she recovered consciousness and went out as rapidly as she could do so..

- Yes, I think that Kapitoline won a catfight and lost a friend. But I had posed a question, had not I?

- Yes, and I am able to respond. When Kapitoline relieved the girl of the bikini, of which top she used to tie the poor victim..., oh, this really excited me.

- Did you cum at this moment? No, We cummed after that...

- I almost lost control, but I wanted to appreciate the entire fight - or session of torture...

- It must have been difficult...

- Yes, firstly for the powerful arousal, and secondly because I was scared to be found. At the same time, I longed for the orgasm while I wished it would come only in the final moment of that exciting scene.

- Are you not afraid of Kapitoline too?

- Undoubtedly.

- Well, I think we could stop here. Let me show you a pic.

I searched in the computer and showed a photo to him.

- It is really an arousing pic. Beautiful girls... and the victim is being tied with her own clothes... It turns me on, because the act of stripping an opponent is very humiliating. In our culture, nakedness is very ashaming. And the clothes, which serve to hide the parties of the body traditionally called as pudenda, help in this case to better display nudity.
- It is interesting that in Spanish we can call the genital organs as vergüenzas. Like in Portuguese too.
- Oh, privates in English...
Benedicto remained looking at the pic for minutes, while I searched for a movie scene I had recently downloaded and edited.
- See this, now...        

- Gosh, it would deserve an Oscar of Perversity. Unfortunately, the director had no notion about lighting... He spoiled the best part, when the blonde relieves the brunette of the top... and ties her (oh, how exciting) with the bra...

- It is impossible to edit this bullshit with our common edit tools, but I have found some pics, patiently restored by one catfight addict, probably...

- The bra ripping is really amazing, and the conception of the scene as a whole too. The performance, in general, is awful, it probably makes Orson Wells roll in his grave - he said.

- For sure. It deserves a remake, with good actresses and director... and a decent lighting technician, of course. The bra ripping really caught you, but the panties removal is also great. At least there were not shadows to spoil the party. I have a surprise to you:

 Benedicto was fascinated:

- May I copy the file?

- For sure - and he got it in his phone.

- May I go to the bathroom?

- Oh, have a nice time...

He remained long in the loo...

"Into our town the Hangman came, smelling of gold and blood and flame"

I hope the destiny of this blog keeps distant from the macabre. The last spirituals apparitions, however, have filled me with a morbid feeling.  The last pics in which a black girl pulls her white victim by a kind of necklace inspired me to talk about the hangman move - or other holds related to a good neck pulling.

Being an obvious fake hold, we have to keep in mind that a move like that is perfectly applicable as punishment potentiality of humiliation of which is not negligible. First of all, because the imposition of a hold like that needs a compliant bitch to be performed, that is, it is a way to force her to obey - and forced obedience, as I said somewhere, plays a paramount role in catfight and female brawling world. No one wants to obey a better girl, however, this is a Darwinian rule of the existence... Vae victis!

One of more memorable fights I have watched is the challenge between the petite, lean and beautiful blonde Zora and the big black girl Aziza.

Oh, Aziza is much more stronger than Zora, one of the sexiest girl in defeat, as I said once or twice . The fight was a kind of massacre, having Zora submitted ten times, lol! She passed in two opportunities, the first of them after a kind of hangman hold.

I edit the video below in order to show the best moments of the fall in which the hangman hold is performed. Zora had already been relieved of her bikini top by Aziza, and struggles in vain against the much superior black opponent, who puts the poor blonde in headlocks (making her tap dance charmingly), in a arm twist, and in two beautiful full nelson (the first of them on her procumbent victim), before the final move.

Poor groaning and moaning Zora has to come back to the mismatch: her expression after regaining consciousness is so pitiful... She seems to think: "Oh, gosh, this is a nightmare and I must return to it to this giant goes on trouncing me..."

Oh, how sexy these legs and feet are while performing this macabre ballet... Worth seeing again...

Some passiflora lanata? Or better, some bromazepan?

A cold shower instead... 

Do not go breaking my arm!

This is a pic I like so much. I love the idea of a blonde posh girl being put in her place by a stronger and decisive Latin lady...

The Latin girl is really twisting the poor blonde's arm, and both expressions are impressive!

And a good boston crab, with the right of showing blue panties, is a nice finishing humiliation...

The Übermensch and the Last Woman - VII

To sum up: they were both judo training colleagues and, at first, his coveted Japanese damsel understood that the challenge would be a mere judo match. 

The naive Japanese lassie, for whom he sighed of lust, was a well-educated and full of moral and philosophical principles. As an innocent human being in this world, she believed in mankind and that, in principle, the words ought to translate an ideal reality.

Instead, his ill-tempered girlfriend was obsessed with revenge, and whoever who knew her could guarantee that she would use any means at her disposal to inflict humiliation and pain to her foe.

The match was scheduled to the gym of his ex-girlfriend's house. Albeit for the Japanese girl was rather bizarre to wear a bikini in a judo match, she agreed in doing so, once this was the normal outfit in the private house wrestling.

His ex installed a camera to record the fight, and he had the pleasure to watch the resulting video several times...

In the very beginning of the fight, while the Japanese was performing the Tachi-rei, her ex hit hard her in the chin. The Asian chick tottered and immediately was stricken in the crotch with a kick, being socked afterwards in the breast.

This series of dirt tactics annihilated the poor girl, who became an easy prey to the wickedness of her ex. First of all, she made the Asian beauty get to her knees with a fingerlock:

Then, la mauvaise fille worked the breath of her opponent, firstly with an amazing combo hold, which put the unfortunate hottie's head pressed between calf and thigh of her tormentor: He thought to himself how that cruel scene could be awful and wonderful at the same time (what a beautiful title, "awful and wonderful"...)

The wicked spoiled baby choked his coveted Japanese nearly into the oblivion land...

...and displayed her to take humiliating photos... "Oh, gosh, I am horny, I need to think in anything else than that..."

he made the Asian cuttie return to life only to put her in a camel clutch hold...

...and to work her lower limbs...

Going beyond of his mommy's humiliation, she stripped her dazed opponent of her bikini top...

 And, then, she continued working an entirely stripped Asian's limbs...

 "Gosh, I am on the verge of cumming in the pants... Waiter, please, give me some ice..."
Albeit the waiter have not understood what a customer who was drinking coffee would do with ice, he met the demand.
"These strange modern gastronomic tastes", said to himself the waiter...

The Übermensch and the Last Woman - V

He stopped for a coffee only to remember his youngest ex-girlfriend, in the time a 18-years old girl whom he dated 8 years ago. when he was 32. She was a very ill-tempered, spoiled and wilful girl, who enchanted him by her kindness in love meetings – “and by her astonishing body, I have to admit”, he thought. “What a pair of buttocks and tits, gosh!”.
She was introduced to him in a private house of female wrestling. That house was not in New Orleans and it’s name was not Rising Sun. It has been, however “the ruin of many” lads…

- “and God I know I'm one” – he sang low in the bar.
Only talented brawlers there, not properly wrestlers. Unfortunately, no nudity, albeit the environment was seized by a sex compulsion. There were two fights each night. The first one, under the classic rules, a best of 5-fall submission match, which only was a kind of aperitif for the great event, a non-submission match, which lasted until one of the girls was put in KO - or for 30 minutes, being the decision, if necessary, taken by a referee.
In that night, it would take place an expected fight between two hot experienced veterans:  one of them was a friend of him, a beautiful Japanese brawler, whose 18-year old daughter was always traced by him. “Oh, I was in a really eating-angels phase…” – he remembered, while sipping the coffee…
The other wrestler was nobody else than his ex-girlfriend’s mother, a beautiful blonde coming to her forties. To watch the grand event, he sat together with her and his beautiful and desired Japanese lassie. They all would appreciate the mom’s combat…
That private fighting house was a very special place for him. He had began flirting 18 years ago with an excellent in acting and rather mediocre in real fighting wrestler. She, now living in Paris, was the very love of his life. “She is the very love of my life” – he rectified the verb tense and ratified  the main idea to himself.

He ordered another coffee to get time to remember the last fight of her lover, 17 years ago. Gosh, it was a non-submission fight, the main event of the night, reserved only for the most determinate and bold brawlers. Besides her poor records, his lover felt uncomfortable in stripping matches. “To start the fight naked is better than be stripped…” And she had decided to be always a full clothed wrestler, what obviously was a less profitable decision… The main event wrestlers were better remunerated , in the proportion of 4:1 to the winner and to the loser, respectively. Because of the high price of the ticket entrance, even the loser got a good money. Besides, there was a health security afforded by the house, in case of hard thrashing. And if the brawler received invites for privates matches… well, it was her business...
In that night, her adversary was a very good brawler from Georgia, known for her cruelty…
Gosh, the Georgian girl trounced heavily his lover from the beginning to the ending of the match. She was probably a direct descent of Queen Tamar! She did not make his girl sing; but shout for sure! It was a 30-minute session of pure and high humiliation. In the very beginning of the match his lover made a mistake and permitted a rear-naked choke. The Georgian, nevertheless, did not knock out her, just for cruelty. She put her groggy, and comfortably applied a figure-four head scissors, in order to put less pressure and make the torture longer. All this had happened roughly from the third to the seventh minute of the match. The result was a helpless and flabby rag doll, unable to defend herself from the Georgian girl's sadism:

Oh, he could still remember the humiliating and arousing sequence of holds:
From the seventh to the tenth minute: an elegant standing headscissors (not exactly for the desperate expression on his poor girl's face):

From the tenth to the twelfth minute, an excruciating arm-bar and headscissors combo…

…followed, till the sixteenth minute, by a standing arm bar, combined with a hammerlock:

After working the breathing and the arms of my poor lover, the Georgian hottie manhandled her legs in a figure four leg scissors for three minutes (the audience went wild with the show of desperate contortionism of his lover… so sexy!):

Then, the cruel Georgian began putting his lover’s back on her target. Firstly, until the 21nd minute, with a kind of leg and arm stretching…

...followed, as foreseeable, by a beautiful surfboard, which lasted until the 23th minute.

Then, from the 23th do the 25th minute, the cruel Georgian cutie submitted her to a backbreaker…

...until the 28th minute, to a camel clutch…

…and, finally, to a boston crab… (“Oh, I love boston crabs”, he sighed…), which lasted until the moment of the bell ring.

 

Poor of his unfortunate lover! How many groans, how many cries She did? How could She endure the pain and the humiliation, under the insane cheering of the selected audience? How could She endure the verbal abuse from her tormentor, who was delighted with her own power to humiliate in public another lassie?

His brave lover! The only thing She said to him still laying prone on the floor, massaging her back and trying to get back to life, was a so sincere “I have never been so humiliated in my whole life”

In a medical clinic, to where she was transported soon after, in order to undertake exams and take painkillers, She said:

- Enough of fight. I am not a mediocre person. I will do something that put me in the high... and it is not a ceiling hold… - and laughed.

Oh, he loved her; how decisive She was. And She won in life!

“But it was really a pity that She was not naked…”