Le prode piccole sorte

My fight against my bigger opponent Miss Alley Oop (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com/2014/12/je-ne-viens-pas-ce-soir-vaincre-ton.html) made me "remember" that day "of the old schoolyard", what led me to some deep philosophical reflections on the surfboard hold. Besides that, I think that the issue small vs big girl, another myth in the female wrestling and catfight world, was also present in that fight and is worthy to be raised. Like the valiant little tailor, some girls like me have the guts to face bigger opponents and kick their asses. If they mop the floor with us instead, this is a previsible consequence of a normal law of life. When we manage to turn the tables, instead, we collect another fly to our collection, since we certainly are not able to thrash seven giantesses at the same time... lol...

The pic above is not one of my favourites, for excessively caricatural. Notwithstanding I have to admit I love the hair pulling and leg lock combo, besides the atmosphere created of an imminent surrender, admission of inferiority and forced obedience, perhaps. The difference between the butt sizes is another exciting point. I think that a defeated big-butted opponent is a kind of hunting trophy! Women love defeat and humiliate an attractive-to-men asseted bitch...

Here we are another big-bummed lady at the mercy of her smaller opponent. She have to endure the humiliation of being wedgied and having to expose her derrière in order to get free of the hold... oh, it must be said, how beautiful is the futile struggle of the defeated poor girls. Vae victis!

If I like, ma non troppo, the prior pics, I simply love the last ones! The first photo enhances the delicate body of the white panties-clad girl and, into the bargain, an exciting hand-to-hand struggle for supremacy (or for getting free...). The very last photo shows the poor big-butted girl dominated in a chinlock, having the petite opponent comfortably seated on her back. Someone is trying to place conveniently the defeated girl's face - to take a pic, perhaps, in order to capture her expression of pain and humiliation. The unfortunate chick tries to move the intruder hand, like she would do to an inconvenient mosquito zooming into her ears in a difficult moment, and, in the move she tries to do, her index finger assumes a terribly exciting, charming position...

I will search for another four smashed big flyes in my collection to complete the theme for now... 

Malveillance avec élégance II

The standing surfboard hold is humiliating enough itself, nonetheless, if the victim is completely naked, I think that only a lot of painkillers and oblivion drugs could help the unfortunate girl, besides a chiropractor and a psychoanalyst...

The chubby tormentor chose the victim's bum instead of the slender girl's back as the basis for the foot. She also crossed the poor girl's arms before pulling them (toys in the attic, this is painful as hell...) The touch of elegance is the use of... shoes?... (well... in fact... that is to say... elegance is a matter of opinion...)

Malveillance avec élégance

The standing surfboard move is positively more hazardous to shoulder joints than my favorite one, especially if you put a foot against the bitch's back (or if the bitch put her foot against your back!).

The pic above demonstrates très bien what I meant: just take a look on the detail on the right bottom. And well, notwithstanding it has nothing to do with the previous remarks, I must say the tormentor expression of delight is worthy to be highlighted...
One of the most attractive features in the female wrestling and catfight world is the permanent presence of elegance, even when we commit the most wicked acts - like applying a humiliating standing surfboard hold on a bitch...

We can enjoy in the last pic not only the skinfolds of the victim as too the charming positioning of the tormentor's foot on the poor girl's small of back...

Surfinggirls, sufferinggirls... II

Antother pic I love, because of the leglock/surfboard combo and the very mad hair effect (from both girls)! Lovely ribs too... and tits... and... oh...

Surfinggirls, sufferinggirls...

After beating Miss Universe (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com.uy/2014/11/a-seminal-scene.html) and going into the wrestling and catfight world in the internet, my first love was the surfboard hold. In fact, it is an elegant maneuver, and when I put my second defeated opponent in that surfboard (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com/2014/12/je-ne-viens-pas-ce-soir-vaincre-ton.html), it was "certainly a thrill" - for me and the "lovely audience". In the next post I will reflect a little bit more on this highly philosophical topic... For the time being, let me enjoy the most beautiful pic of a surfboard move (in my opinion, of course) of all I have been collecting since I made Miss Universe reflect about the meaning of life, existence and the shoulder and elbow joints.

I love both expressions, the leglock and surfboard combo, the tormentor's toes hardly appearing under the victim's thigh. I get mad with the arch of this nice bum, the skinfold caused by the backwards pressure, imagining the beauty a little and far beyond the valley between those teasing hills under the top bra, the sexy mouth screaming in pain as well as its fleshy lips asking to be delicately bitten, and, last but not least - and not forgetting to mention, of course - the charming hair effect, mainly the victim's one. It is really a pity she is not naked... Let's up the camera a little bit:

 And why not a close-up?

"Je ne viens pas ce soir vaincre ton corps, ô bête"

Nipple slips made me remember my second fight and victory. After manhandling Miss Universe at the public pool, I gained reputation of an excentric and a little bit dangerous damsel.

I was seventeen when I made off with the boyfriend of a classmate. She was 18-years old, bigger than me and not exactly chubby, but, let's say, solidly built... I will call her Miss Alley Oop... It is supposed to believe that I would be in disadvantage against her in a fight. Nonetheless, to civilised maidens, men are not reason for fight... right?

It turns out that we worked in the same Literature group at school. We were preparing a group presentation on Literary Modernism, when we disagreed with a issue on Mallarmé. It was meant to be a mild question, albeit a highly refined one, nevertheless fight was our fate and destiny calling us. After all, a boyfriend was between us.

When we resorted to blows, I think the audience believed that I would be an easy prey for that bitch, on the grounds of the difference between the body sizes. To be candid, I did not think anything about all those things, I only got angry, as her did, and then we crossed swords. Miss Alley Oop tried to punch me in the chin, but I deflected swiftly and she lost her balance while clumsily thumped the air. I immediately put her firmly in a side headlock and kept her in control with all my strenght. She tried desperately to get rid off the hold, however I managed to dominate her. The bitch, slowly, lost strenght and air, becoming weaker and limp.

Having weakened the whore, I  carefully repositioned Miss Alley Oop until I could choke conveniently her. When I realized the cow was on the verge of collapse, I released her just to see her fall down like a ripe jackfruit or a soft and bulky turd...

I helped her to regain air by slapping firmly and strongly her faces (oh, glory!). Afterwards, I grabbed her by the hair and forced her to walk out the class and come into the backyard, where all the people were gathered. Soon we became the focus of everybody's attention. I was holding the bitch in my classic hammerlock, while she screamed in pain, begging to be set free...

In the very center of the backyard, I easily tripped the harpy up, rolled Miss Alley Oop on her stomach and prepared my prey to a golden key finish, in honour of Mallamé.

In that time, I considered the surfboard hold the most elegant move in wrestling, besides be humiliating enough to put down a bitch. After take off her sneakers and socks (and throw them to the hollering crowd) in order to make the maneuver I had in mind easier, I put the wench's legs up, crossed them, pressed them by putting me against the very center of her x-shaped stems, gripped her arms and pulled her backwards with all my forces. If the witch were still groggy, she for sure woke up totally, and screamed loud, begging for mercy. The crowd around watched fascinated the spectacle. The indefectible ten or twelve idiot boys cheered and howled wildly as the bitch was stretched to the limit.

One more and important reason, nonetheless, fueled the boy's excitement: the hussy was wearing a kind of strapless blouse. As her tits were not big, the sustaining basis of the fabric disappeared while I pulled back the harridan, and her both tits slipped out, for the glory of the male audience. The bitch had to endure the shame of having her erect big nipples exposed for all to see. I think, nevertheless, that Miss Alley Oop was not really conscious about the exposing, being more concerned of be set free.

The pics here are quite illustrative of the facts, albeit the headlock Aziza applied on Zora has significative diffrences from that I put on that bitch. After all, the two of us were brunette white girls, and I. unlike Aziza with regard to Zora, was smaller than that wench.

The last pics is very close to reality, unless by the insane expression of the winner, lol. In fact, I end up completely exhausted and layed on the floor for rest, while my victin ran away in tears and trying to cover the tits.

To complete my reflexions: I think the bitch had to go both to a chiropractorter and to an psychoanalyst. Besides being beaten and humiliated by a smaller and younger girl, her tormentor was more beutiful - and be beaten by a more beautiful girl is the utter humiliation for a cow.

And the golden key (glory to Mallarmé, again!): my then boyfriend - the bitch's ex-boyfriend! - watched her humiliation. We had savage sex that night... the bitch may have intuited it!

"discover’d her charming Bosom, which cou’d bear no Name, but Transport, Wonder and Extasy"

They are so beautiful when accidentally unveiled... Like when beautiful Zora (always remembered, as her nice expressions) was humiliated under the claws of Aziza. Zora lost all her clothes in the match and ended up in her birthday suit, even without her elastic hair band, lol! This was only the beginning!

Well, this match really impressed me, it was a kind of love at first sight... I have a lot of pics of it and ond of these days I am going to post all of them.

In real life, slips also happen, including in Olympic games. The Argentinian judoca grasped the Mongolian opponent's attire in a little bit clumsy way! For those who are concerned about it, the Argentinian girl won the match...

And last, but not least, the poem of the day. The beautiful breast whimsically unveiled. The poor scared victim is obvious concerned (her expression says all!) with her head, and not with her humiliating semi-nakedness. Oh, only the right charming bosom is exposed, as the left one remained in peace and modesty... The pile driver is a savage move, nonetheless, poetry flourishes even in the crudest and darkest moments.