"So, I have to tell you I'm your biggest fan. I think what you do is absolutely incredible..." I tuned out the guy standing next to me and looked over his shoulder, a fairly easy feat due to the blaring music in the bar. I managed to catch Whitney's eye and saw her shoot me a wink as she returned to her own conversation. "Do you think you could show me a few moves some time?"
The guy thought he was being clever. And he was actually pretty cute. He had a short, close cropped beard and it looked like he worked out, too, as his sleeves were tight around his biceps. He leaned in closer with a mischievous spark shining in his brown eyes. "Well, what do you say Cara?"
"Listen Michael, I have a match tomorrow morning and I don't want it to go like last time. I have to rest. I'm not even drinking tonight, I'll probably be heading home soon."
"You coming here after to celebrate?" he asked earnestly.
I sighed dramatically, "Who knows? Maybe we'll come here, maybe we'll go to another bar, maybe I'll take the girl I wrestle home with me. I haven't really decided yet."
Michael's eyes widened in surprise as he looked over towards where Whitney was standing and then back towards me. I shot him a teasing smirk and then sauntered away to join my friends. Alex was clearly inebriated as she was standing a few feet away from the group and dancing suggestively to the music. Eve, a cocoa-skinned amazon with curves for days, was swaying right in tune with her bottle held high in the air. The two were celebrating their victories earlier tonight. Eve was now 1-1 and Alex, due to the random nature of scheduling, was already 3-0. I tried to shy away from the pair as much as possible as I sat down at the table.
To my right, Jillian was in an earnest conversation with Kayla about tigers and from the looks of it the red-head did not seem too thrilled with the way it was heading. Kayla, however, wore an amused look. Her shoulder-blade length dark brown hair was tied back in a ponytail tonight putting her full form on display. She had been a body builder before she joined the league and it showed as every muscle in her body was toned to perfection. To her left sat Mira, engrossed with her phone. She was a short Asian beauty with brown hair with dyed auburn tips. Unfortunately, she had a seriously controlling boyfriend so whenever we went out she spent more time texting him than actually paying attention to her surroundings.
To my direct left was Whitney, the black-haired vixen who had beat me two weeks ago, and Veronica - the blonde haired bitch. For an entire week after my first match I came to work to find my locker stuffed with images of the prize round from my last fight. An image of me staring up at Whitney with her cock in my mouth. Then, fourteen pictures were taped to the back of my locker illustrating a play-by-play of Whitney fucking me doggy style. The worst was the USB drive I found on the last day that contained a video of my last humiliating acts. Of my screams of submission to Whitney. Of my cries of pleasure as she drove me to orgasm. I hadn't been able to even check a single sports website as the video was by far the most downloaded match so far in the early season - earning it a seemingly permanent front page status on many networks.
Fortunately, the day I found the USB drive Veronica lost to a silver haired tattooed wrestler named Aurora, if you could call a 9-0 score line losing. She'd even been foolish enough to offer up her ass if she lost. A week's worth of funny walking has a way of humbling a person and my torment ceased. Unfortunately, her vulnerability drew out Alex's protective side so blondie here was now around 24/7. Hence, her presence.
Whitney was wearing a tight black dress that revealed the slightest hint of her cleavage and clung desperately to her beautiful body. Her black hair was in curls framing her face and a knowing grin split her face letting me know she was aware of what I was doing.
"What happened to that guy you were talking to? I might go see if he's interested in someone who's actually won a match" Veronica asked, pulling on a length of her hair as she searched the premises.
I quipped back, "He told me he's only interested in anal virgins, sorry V, don't think it's meant to be." Whitney snorted out her drink as Veronica turned away to hide her bright red face as Alex and Eve rejoined our table.
"He smell bad or something?" Whitney asked me with a teasing glance.
"No, that's not it," Alex answered slurring her words alarmingly, "She just gets bored, you know what I mean?"
Whitney looked towards her, "Well, maybe one day she'll find someone who keeps her attention."
I stayed for another fifteen minutes until it was time for me to say my goodbyes and get some rest. My second match was going to take place tomorrow at eleven, and Isabelle expected me there at eight. I groaned inwardly as I worried what my sometimes sadistic trainer had in store for me.
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I stifled a yawn as I pulled into work the next morning and walked up to the third floor. Since most wrestlers were never on this floor we were able to train in the yoga studio away from prying eyes. Isabelle had started training me in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. A fighting style she picked because, at 5'3'', I was smaller than most of the girls here. It was mostly focused on achieving and then utilizing leverage. We had worked on grappling a solid 4-5 hours a day the last two weeks as she patiently walked me through more and more techniques. Today, she ran me through a litany of exercises and positions to prepare me.
Afterwards, she walked with me downstairs as I began to psyche myself out, "Don't be nervous. You'll be fine."
"I thought I'd be more than fine last time and look how that ended up," I mumbled.
"With a pretty good show. I know I bought the video," she said as she shoved my shoulder playfully, "Whitney's tough. She's going to be a top 10 wrestler this year there's no shame in what happened."
I was confused, "How can a wrestler who was eliminated in the second round jump all the way up to the top 10 the next year?"
Isabelle stopped, "Whitney was a rookie last year. Had no previous experience. She lost her first seven matches. SEVEN. By her eighth match she was ranked 200th. She managed to climb fast once she got the hang of things, but still went into the tournament ranked 64th. Placing her against the eventual champion in round 2 she lost 4-3. The final was a score of 5-1. I think it's safe to say that you can't base an entire new season's predictions off information you found online without watching the matches. She's a contender this year." She wrapped her arm around me comfortingly.
"So why did I have to go against her on my first night. Before you even started teaching me how to fight!" I exclaimed.
"Shush," she said, "we've been through this. Brazilian Jiu Jitsu is a free-form fighting style that requires a lot of precise practice to execute. You'd have learned bad habits from exhaustion if I'd let you train earlier."
"Well my opponent this time is Aurora and she's 2-0!"
"Aurora has wrestled two rookies so far. You've come a long way in the past few weeks. I think you'll surprise a lot of people, including yourself. Now go get ready your match is in an hour. And remember to breathe!"
I walked into the tunnel amid a chorus of my friends' encouragement coming from the locker room. I was back in my hot pink bikini and this time I was determined to not let it be taken from me. I reached the end of the tunnel as the last match was wrapping up. I saw Aurora already making her way towards the stage before the last wrestlers had even left. "She already thinks she's won" I realized and I felt surge of competitiveness spike in me. I would not go quietly.