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…
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.
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:
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 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…
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…”
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