I decided to carry on with my adventures in the mixed nude fighting club. I wasn't too concerned that my last opponent Eve showed the world that she was clearly the superior sexual beast. I basically had the opportunity to have sex with an amazingly beautiful woman and life was not looking so boring anymore.
After taking some time to clear my head, I decided to accept another match. In the club, it was the woman who challenged a man, and she would normally choose her next opponent based upon her own strengths. It was no secret that the public enjoyed watching matches where the women were the victors, and little rules like this tended to give the women more of an advantage. It also allowed the club to weed out men that no woman wanted to go up against for whatever reason.
I had 3 challengers. Two of the women were 1-0 and 2-1, but I was leaning towards the challenger with the 0-2 record. Not many of the women had losing records, and I decided that her lack of a win would be a good match up with my non-existent experience. I clicked the 'accept' button, and the scheduling macro chose a mutually acceptable date just over one week away. I took one last look at the picture of my adversary. Her photo didn't reveal much other than she was slightly heavier set than most of the other girls. She didn't have that perfect hourglass figure, but don't get me wrong, she was hot.
I then decided to review the point system for a real match. The winner was the one who first reached 10 points. Points were awarded for four different outcomes. First, if for any reason you orgasm, your opponent gets 2 points. Second, a combatant can declare their submission for 2 points, but if the submission is in response to avoiding an orgasm the referee can delay the submission at their discretion. Third, pinning your opponent's shoulders back on the mat was worth 1 point. Points for another pin would not be given until an orgasm or submission was achieved. For these three methods, only after a submission does the referee stand up the combatants to 'restart'. There is no relief when you are pinned or orgasm, the match continues. Finally, the females have a fourth option, the knock-out. If a man loses consciousness, she automatically gains 10 points for the win.
Four days before my match, Kate arrived for my weigh-in. I was 158 lbs and had lost a few pounds as I had increased my training over the last few weeks. Kate and I began to talk about next match. "I see you chose Madison," she started. "She is an interesting one." I asked her why she would say that. "I don't think she'll last long in the club. She lost those two matches because she can't handle a man penetrating her vagina with his penis. Most women would relish the opportunity to meet a man thrust for thrust, but Madison emotionally falls apart and ends up losing. She chose you because you tried to not fuck Eve. Plus, she heard that you have terrible wrestling skills and she feels that you are a good match-up for her."
I looked at Kate, and asked her quite bluntly. "So, she considers me to be her best bet to get a win." Kate nodded her head yes. "One more thing," she continued, "Madison seems to like her men pinned on their back. She weighed in at 149 lbs and has the skills to keep you down. Don't let her do that or she'll be running that point total up quickly." I again thanked Kate for her advice, and saw her out.
On the day of the match, I was pretty pumped and excited. I had decided to heed Kate's scouting report and try to fuck Madison's pussy. I thought the risk of me losing control and having an orgasm was worth it if I could get an advantage over her. On the drive to the club, I daydreamed all the different ways I could penetrate that woman and make her my slut.
When I arrived at the club, I registered and entered the men's change room. Just like last time, I started my warm-up an hour before my match. The referee came in to deliver my robe and asked if I had any questions. I shook my head no.
When the time came, I made my second entrance to the wrestling mat. The camera guy had nothing else to do, so he began to film my entrance. I tried to look tough and began to hop around like a boxer does before a match. All that I accomplished was bouncing my junk out of my robe and into plain view. The referee chuckled and I turned red with embarrassment. I just made my way to my start position and tried to regain my composure.
As I calmed down, the ladies change room door opened and out walked my opponent. She was 5'6" with short auburn hair that fell to her shoulders. I could tell that she was a little apprehensive and I told myself to focus. The referee walked over to me and removed my robe and Madison sized up her next opponent. She smiled and nodded her head in silent reflection. Apparently, she liked what she saw.
The referee than took off Madison's robe and I finally got to get a good look at what I had agreed to face. She reminded me of that girl in high school who was really athletic and wasn't afraid to take on the boys. My eyes walked up and down her body and took note of her waist, hips, and thighs. She was bigger than what most men would consider perfect dimensions, but this wasn't a screening for a pin-up-girl. I was about to get into a very physical wrestling match with this woman and she was solid.
I was still lost in thought when the referee shouted, "For $1000, ready... Fight!". We began to circle one another, moving in and out, trying to size each other up. I watched as her 36C breasts, which stood at attention in the cool air of the gym, bounce up and down. She barked at me, "Stop staring and come get some." With that, she lunged forward and tried to go for a take-down. Our bodies mashed together, and we awkwardly spun around a few times as we tried to trip each other up.
