It's been a week since my most recent wrestling victory over Sam and since then I have been waiting for her to tell me who and when I'll be wrestling in the return match. Well apparently today's the day, Sam mentioned to me at work today that she has something arranged, and she will tell me more when we get home. And here we are!
"Go on then Sam, who will I be wrestling with in your match?" I ask apprehensively.
"I'm not going to tell you." Sam replies "It will remain a mystery challenge until you take to the mat. What I can tell you is, it's set for Friday of next week, at the training room where we first wrestled."
"Noooo. You can't do that, I need to mentally prepare." I respond.
"Sorry, nowhere in the rules does it say I have to tell you. Just that I get to pick." Sam counters.
As if I wasn't nervous enough already, this has made things ten times worse. The idea of the match is that I am probably going to lose, and going into a match as the underdog is never fun, as losing a wrestling match can hurt! So not even knowing who your opponent will be is somewhat daunting. I mean really, how do I get myself in to these situations? I guess being propositioned by a hot 25 year old may explain a little of it, ha-ha.
It's match day, Sam is already at the training room, getting everything ready for the match and I am just making my way there now. Jeez I'm nervous! Sam has left me with instructions to head straight to the changing room where I will find my outfit waiting for me (hopefully it's a little more conservative than the last wrestling outfit she planned for me!).
I'm here, walking into the changing room I see my outfit laid out, with a short note laid next to it which says 'Good luck Becky. Love you Sam xx'. The outfit is one I recognise, it's the camo print sports bra and brief shorts that Sam had worn in the first match I had with her and Gemma, paired with sheer black seamless pantyhose...obviously! I must say, it's a bit of a tight fit, as I am not quite as slender as Sam, not that I am in any way overweight, I just have a few more curves.
Once dressed I make my way in to the training room, at the scheduled time. I am the first in there, I stand alone waiting for my girlfriend and 'champion' to enter. Who could it be? Gemma? No I don't think so, as we all know that I would almost certainly win that comfortably. Matt, the guy who gave Sam and Gemma some wrestling training. Again, I suspect not, as I don't think Sam wants to see a mixed match. Possibly one of the ladies I'd wrestling years ago? There are a couple of ladies who Sam has videos of me losing to that are still active, so maybe!?!? The door opens, so I am about to find out.
In enters Sam, she looks great. She's wearing a tight fitting, black and white striped refs top, a black mini skirt, sheer black pantyhose and black 4 inch heels. She's also obviously spent a great deal of time on making sure her hair and make-up is perfect...just stunning! She doesn't speak to me, she just moves to the middle of the mat and slightly oddly, starts an announcement to a virtually empty room.
"Introducing the competitors. On my right, Becky! And facing Becky tonight Team Slade!"
Team? What the fuck? With that two peppy young blonde girls bounced into the room. They are both petite, around 5 feet 2 inches tall, slim with sickening pert bodies and fairly large, round 'anti-gravity' breasts. I size up my opponents, they are both REALLY pretty and appear to be VERY young (although I'm getting to the point where everyone is starting to look young to me, he-he). They are wearing matching outfits, dressed like sleazy schoolgirls in short red plaid, pleated skirts, white low cut tops and sheer grey pantyhose.
"So are those school uniforms real?" I ask ironically.
"No, it's ok, we're consenting adults. I'm Jenni and I'm 22 years old and this is my little sister Libbie and she's 21." Perky tits number one reassures me!
"The rules for tonight's match." Sam interjects, attempting to regain her flow. "It's a 30 minute time limit, submission only, handicap tag match."
"Tags under our wrestling league rules." Libbie, perky tits number two breaks in.
"Yes, sorry. The rules for tags are as follows. When tagged any hold must be broken and the exiting wrestler leaving the mat when time is called on the tag, no submissions can be gained during changeovers, to ensure no double team advantage and no tag backs within one minute." Sam explains. All sounds pretty standard and straightforward.
"We are super excited to be wrestling you Becky, we've see loads of you matches and you're a legend. It should be a really fun match." Jenni says. Ok, I'm warming to her a bit more now.
"Any questions?" Sam asks, but then with barely a seconds pause she calls "Ok, start!"
With that Sam moves right out of the way, standing against the wall and Libbie retreats to the edge of the mat, allowing me and Jenni to start proceeding. I'm still feeling really nervous. I'm faintly comforted by the fact that I have a couple inches in height and probably at least 10 pounds in weight advantage over each of my opponents. But nonetheless worried that there's two of them, and they are far younger and fitter than me; in a 30 minute match, that could be a big factor.
We start to circle, I know nothing about these girls but apparently they have seen some of my matches, so I need to be a little guarded as I work them out.
Ok, so there's no time for that, quick as a flash Jenni attacks, man she's quick. Before I know it, and before I've been able to put forward any kind of resistance, I am laid out flat on the mat and she has my left arm pulled straight up behind me, as she stands over me. It doesn't hurt but it is immobilising.
"Way to go sis!" I hear Libbie shout. "Let's just wear her down like we planned, then we can capitalise later."
Oh shit, hearing that really fills me with dread. I mean what the fuck does that mean? I suspect that the words, as much as the actions, are mind games designed to demoralise me and truthfully they are working.
Jenni kicks her leg over, scissoring my arm as she drops down to sit on my upper back. This still doesn't hurt but as I've just heard from her sister, it isn't meant to, at this point they are just try to break me, not score.
This can't be great watching, we've been in the same position for probably one and a half minutes, me unable to move and Jenni unwilling to. Sam has asked a couple of times if I want to submit, I've said no. Honestly, I do want to, as just being held here powerless whilst a tiny girl dominates me in front of my girlfriend is utterly humiliating but I don't, as I fear what might come next. Honestly I am almost in tears at this point, such is the shame.
Clearly Jenni has had enough of that hold anyway. She simply breaks the hold and steps away, not even trying to retain control, just standing over me waiting. As I try to get up Jenni re-engages, again moving like lightning, there is nothing I can do to keep her off. This time she climbs on my back, wrapping her legs around my middle in a body-scissor, whilst snaking her arm around my neck in a sleeper or choke style but not applying any pressure. Neither hold is applied with much force at all, just enough to let me know that if she wants me to submit, I will. Once more I'm defenceless and dispirited, meekly pawing at arms and legs to try to free myself whilst I can hear Libbie laughing and catcalling in the background.
"Do you want to submit Becky?" I hear Sam ask.
I say nothing as I am just too mortified to acknowledge my predicament.
"I think your girlfriend is enjoying stroking my sister's legs." Libbie taunts from the side-lines.
I hadn't really thought about what I was doing and how it may appear but I guess it could look like that, and thinking about it I suppose it isn't bad, so there's one upside. Well it was an upside, now Jenni is trying a bit harder, squeezing me tighter, still not enough to submit to but enough to be far less comfortable. Just as I'm about to submit, and as suddenly as she did with her last hold, Jenni releases and rolls away.
Giving me a few seconds to collect my senses, and to make an attempt to rise Jenni once again goes on the offensive. This time playing outside the rules, as she grabs my hair. She 'assists' me to my feet but keeping my head down she leads me around the mat.
"Hey ref!" I yell.
"Break." Sam shouts in response. And Jenni immediately does.
I have now completely lost my bearings as I was forced across the room, and at this moment I don't know where either of my opponents are. Ok, well that didn't take too long to find out, as Jenni takes hold of me again, tripping me to the mat and following up quickly she hooks my arms and forces me into a camel clutch.
"Tag." Sam calls.
What? What's the point in applying a submission hold then immediately tagging out?
"Changeover timing starts." I hear Sam follow-up.
