The following story is entirely fictional and features consenting adults engaging in kink-themed activities.
Fetish Wrestling Alliance.
Vs. Lana Coldwell
I had no idea why I had thought this was a good idea. Looking back, I really had no idea what I was letting myself in for, I guess it was my own fault for being a little too over confident. But let me start at the beginning.
Wrestling. Yeah I was a fan, and I remember seeing a flyer or an ad somewhere for a wrestling show in my own town, something called the FWA or Fetish Wrestling Alliance. It looked like a cheap promotion catered to a more 'adult' crowd and apparently everyone was welcome. I decided it could be a bit of fun to go and watch this show so why the hell not? I bought my ticket and here I was, sitting in a crowd of people on some bleacher-like benches that were stacked up around three of the four walls in a large auditorium, facing a large square wrestling ring.
The show started with an attractive woman host heading out to the ring and giving a typical welcome speech before the actual wrestling started. According to the host, there would be competitors here who would cater to every fetish while trying to take down their opponents. I took a big swig of my beer and waited happily for the first match of the night to get started.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome our first competitors of the evening. First up is Knightmare!" The crowd clapped and cheered as the man known as Knightmare made his way to the ring, he was a rather toned guy with very defined muscles rippling as he showed off in the ring wearing a facsimile of an old knight cloak and armour, which he removed once he was in the ring, leaving him stood in just a small pair of shorts as he waited for his opponent.
"Aaaand his opponent, give it up for Selina Shibari!" So this was going to be a mixed match by the looks of it. Selena Shibari turned out to be a tall, lean looking woman of oriental heritage, I assumed Japanese given the nickname 'shibari'. Selena Shibari headed into the ring carrying a small black bag which she deposited near one of the corner turnbuckles as she stretched herself out waiting for the bell to ring. I couldn't help but think that Knightmare had the obvious advantage in this match, even as lean as Selena was, there was surely no way she would be able to overpower a guy as strong as Knightmare looked to be.
'Ding ding ding!' The bell rang and the two wrestlers locked up and began the first match of the show. The match started with some typical wrestling moves from both competitors, arm drag takedowns and back body drops and the like. I had to admit, it looked a lot more competitive than I thought, after a few minutes both wrestlers had worked up an obvious sweat as they did all they could to take down their opponent, with Knightmare having a clear advantage as he overpowered Selena Shibari at regular points.
I was just beginning to wonder where the 'fetish' portion of the night was when Selena Shibari seemed to answer my thought. She managed to take down Knightmare with a leg sweep that left him flat on his stomach, before he could recover however, Selena had mounted him from behind before locking her legs underneath both of his armpits in a lotus lock position, effectively immobilising him. As Knightmare struggled to get free with both of his arms trapped behind him between Selenas legs, Selena herself stretched herself backwards and reached towards the turnbuckle where she had left her bag. The bag, it turns out, was filled with lengths of white rope. Knightmare seemed to realise what was going on and redoubled his struggle to escape, but there was nothing he could do to get leverage with his arms stretched so awkwardly behind him.
Selena, in an obviously practiced motion, began to bind the elbows of the trapped arms of Knightmare. She followed up with another length of rope that she used to bind the wrists of Knightmare, before rolling off him and leaving him to struggle on the floor for a second with arms trapped behind him. As Knightmare struggled in vain to escape the ropes binding his arms, Selena unravelled a few more coils of rope from her bag and sauntered casually over to the bound man. In no time at all, she had his legs bound at the knees and ankles before turning it into a strict hogtie as she attached his ankles to his wrists. The crowd cheered loudly at the impressive display from Selena Shibari, she had appeared to be at an obvious disadvantage going into the match but her mastery of the ropes she had brought with her had given her an easy victory.
Selena clearly wasn't finished with her opponent however, as she headed over and grabbed a hold of the shorts Knightmare was wearing, pulling violently and ripping them clean off, leaving the man bound naked in the middle of the ring.
'Ding ding ding!' The bell rang and the Hostess' voice played out of the speaker. "And it looks like poor Knightmare can no longer continue the fight. This means that your winner is. The Mistress of the ropes... SELENA SHIBARIIII!!" I clapped and cheered along as the victor paraded around the ring and posed with her foot placed on the back of her bound opponent. I expected someone to just come along and untie Knightmare now that the match was over, but instead, a man and a woman came walking out to the ring wheeling a stretcher along with them. They positioned the stretcher at the side of the ring and slid the bound Knightmare under the ropes before wheeling him back up the aisle to the back. My confusion was answered by the hostess shortly after.
"As always here in the FWA, to the victor goes the spoils. Our poor bound loser will be delivered to the winners dressing room, his fate for the rest of the night will be left up to the delightful Miss Shibari." That had to be a work, right? There was no way the guy would just be left tied up in Shibari's dressing room all night.
I didn't really have time to dwell too much on this as the Hostess began her introduction for the next bout.
"All right folks, who's ready for a little girl on girl action?" She said, her voice ringing out through the speakers to the delight of all the men in the audience.
"Let's give it up for our next match, we have the undefeated Hypnotica versus the voluptuous Vector!" The crowd seemed to go crazy at the mention of Hypnotica's name, clearly she was a fan favourite in this league.
Vector was a sight to behold, with wide hips and large breasts, she sashayed around the ring with her boobs bouncing along in a small top that could barely contain them and an equally small pair of shorts that were wedged between her large ass cheeks. Hypnotica herself was dressed far more reserved, with tight purple pants that hugged her legs and green spiral patterns printed up and down them, with a tight vest top to match. She moved with a practiced grace, the slow, sensual sway seemed to draw the eyes of everyone in the building, even though Vector was the one with the 'assets'.
The two opponents began circling each other as the bell rang. Hypnotica seemed far more confident than her opponent, not even taking up a fighting stance as Vector prowled cautiously around the ring. The two started trading lockups and takedowns, with Hypnotica seeming unperturbed by anything Vector threw at her, always springing back to her feet with confidence without ever pressing for her own advantage. After a few minutes of the match, Hypnotica seemed to spot an opening, with a smooth grace she slipped quickly behind Vector and locked her arms behind Vector's neck in a full nelson hold. Vector seemed to sense danger as she began struggling wildly to try and break the hold, her sizable breasts bouncing around as she did.
With Vector trapped in the full nelson hold, it meant that Hypnotica's head was positioned close behind her own, a position which seemed to favor Hypnotica as she leant her head forward and seemed to begin talking softly into Vector's ear. Vector screwed her face up in what looked like an attempt to block out any noise, clearly doing her best not to listen to whatever it was Hypnotica was saying. The audience fell silent as Hypnotica continued speaking into the ear of her trapped opponent, I couldn't hear what she was saying from my spot in the bleachers, but it seemed to be having an effect on Vector, as her struggles began to slowly fade away until she was almost perfectly still in the full nelson hold.
After a few minutes of speaking into Vector's ear, Hypnotica released the full nelson and we all watched on as Vector dropped to her knees with a vacant expression on her face. Hypnotica casually walked over to one of the corners and perched herself on the middle turnbuckle, just watching as Vector slowly seemed to wake up from what looked like a sort of trance. Surely she couldn't have actually been hypnotized in the middle of a match, this had to just be for show, right?
Vector seemed to take a second to realize where she was, and then started removing her ring gear!