Disclaimer: The characters in this story are fictional. Everyone is over 18.
This evening, I am going to wrestle someone that I haven't seen in just over 36 months. I'd heard that she took time off to train in a wrestling school.
I saw her practicing and weight training to get ready for our encounter. She had about a month of training to get ready for our match. I noticed that Isis had gained 60 pounds since the videos.
Isis has also started training some of the other ladies for their matches. She looked a little rusty, but I believed that she was ready for our match.
I was looking forward to wrestling Isis. We both had the same win/loss record (4-36-1). My friend Tim was training me for this special battle.
It was time for our match. We were the opening bout of the evening. Tim warned me that Isis is stronger and in better shape than I might think.
Tim escorted me to the ring and I proceeded
to stretch and warm up. I removed my robe as Isis made her way to the ring. I was wearing my blue shorts.
Isis came in wearing a white robe with Isis in black letters on the back. She turned her back to me and disrobed.
Isis flexed. her biceps. Her biceps looked pretty good. As the robe fell to the mat, Isis turned to face me. Her biceps weren't huge like a bodybuilder, but there was definition.
We met in the center of the ring to get the rules from the referee. Isis is a little bit bigger than she used to be. She was still in good shape.
I wasn't sure if I was ready, but I was going to try to win. She hadn't wrestled in our club in almost 3 years. There were a bunch of ladies there. I figured that it was a class.
Isis was no longer a blond, but she had blond highlights in her goth black hair. She is beautiful still although her skin was pasty white.
Isis weighs 188 lbs. She is 42d-40-44 She is 5'4" tall. Her legs look thick, but not fatty. She has some belly fat but not obese.
I am 5'7" and weigh 180 lbs. I'm not a muscle-bound stud, but not a fatty either. I'm in decent shape. I took a month off to heal some bruises.
The bell rang and the butterflies started to move in my stomach. Isis was wearing a black bra and matching panties.
We both cautiously met in the middle of the ring. Isis flexed her biceps again and told me "If I win, you must dress like a female slut and be my slave for the rest of the week."
I accepted the challenge. Isis gave me an open hand slap across the face. I was stunned at her quickness and the stinging sensation
Isis glared at me and applied a side standing headlock. I quickly flung her into the ropes. Isis bounded off the ropes and we shoulder blocked each other.
Neither of us moved although the collision echoed throughout the auditorium. We both stared at each other. Isis then ran and bounced off the rope into another shoulder block.
I staggered back to maintain my balance. Isis grinned as if she had won. I bounced off the ropes and shoulder blocked her to the mat. I dived on top of her and the referee counted to 2.
Isis kicked out and we both scrambled up. We locked eye to eye. There was respect in her eyes. I felt a lot of respect towards her. This was going to be an even challenge.
I went to my corner and Isis went to her corner. Suddenly, Isis charged me and shoulder blocked me into my corner. She rammed her shoulder into my gut twice.
She flipped me out of the corner and I landed on my back. Isis placed her size 7 foot on my chest. I was dizzy and gasping for breath. At the count of 2, I instinctively raised a shoulder.
Isis grabbed my hair to pull me up, but I quickly saw my opportunity. I rolled her up in a tight package and pinned her to a 3 count.
My celebration was short lived. I was more winded than Isis. I was trying to catch my breath. She didn't even break a sweat yet.
Isis charged me and crushed me into the corner. "These arms need a good workout." she announced. Isis wrapped her arms around my chest.