It's Friday night, and Sam and I have decided to go out on the town and hit a club, not something that we do often... in my mid 30's, I find a quieter and more refined evening more to my liking these days. However, Sam has found a femme lesbian club, called the Onyx club, which once a month, does an 'open mat' ladies wrestling night. Open mat is where the club hires wrestlers to take challenges from the patrons in a 'wrestling pit', and Sam wanted to go along to watch, so I agreed.
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We arrive at the club entrance.
"Remember. We're here to watch. Don't expect me to get up and take part. I have no desire to be part of the entertainment!" I remind Sam categorically. I had been clear on this from the moment that she mentioned the club, as I was sceptical of her motives.
"I know. I know." My girlfriend replies. "Although, looking the way you look tonight, there's a good chance you'll be going a few rounds with me later."
Holy shit. She can talk. Sam is looking red-hot, wearing a sheer pink top, over a black bra, black spandex hot pants, sheer black pantyhose and 5 inch stilettos.
On the other hand, my outfit is more modest than my 26 year old girlfriend's, but if I say so myself, sexy in a refined way. I'm wearing a short, olive green, wrap dress, which has a single rope tie at the side, sheer and seamless grey pantyhose and white canvas sneakers. In her high heels Sam stands over 6 feet tall, and I love to extenuate that by wearing flats, it just looks so hot.
The night starts like a regular club; drinks, dancing, couples making out and others chatting to people at the bar. Which is where we got talking to a couple who are regulars on these nights about the evening which lay ahead and they explain how it all works, rules, format, etc.
"Angel is the MC, referee and enforcer. She introduces the wrestlers, asks for volunteers, picks the opponents and generally makes sure everyone has fun and that no one gets hurt." Mary, one of the regulars explains.
"So how competitive are the matches?" Sam enquires.
"It depends. Most of the girls that get in there don't know how to wrestle, they are just looking for a little bit of wild fun with a wrestling stunner. But occasionally we get a girl with a little bit more fight and they take it to the wrestler." Mary expands.
"So does it ever get aggressive?" I ask. Intrigued by how 'real' what I am about to see will be.
"If one of the patrons goes nuts and starts to assault a wrestler, Angel would step in to break it up, normally calling the bouncers to intervene and they get their ass tossed out of the club." Jordan, Mary's partner answers.
"So you mean the patrons are not allowed to win?" I ask.
"No, girls can win, but if they get too rough, their outta there." Jordan explains. "We've seen some pretty one sided matches where wrestlers have been dominated and humiliated, that's actually the crowd favourite. You're just not allowed to go berserk. Sane, hard wrestling is the aim." Jordan expands.
It's then we hear an announcement that the evening entertainment is about to start, so we go to get our viewing positions, sitting on the side, with Mary and Jordan, our guides for the night.
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Standing in the middle of the fight pit is Angel, the ref/MC, who it turns out is a smoking hot, slim and sexy blond. She looks particularly fabulous, wearing a zebra print bikini, over sheer to the waist white pantyhose. Heaven to a couple of pantyhose wrestling devotees such as me and Sam. She has on her head, a headset with a mic and camera, so she can address the audience and give 'on mat' view to the big screens around the club.
"Our first wrestler tonight is Ivy." Angel announces.
Out to the 'pit' comes a young, pretty brunette, wearing a very revealing, silver bikini, which brings lots of hollers, catcalls and cheers from the gathered hordes of horny women. Angel looks Ivy up and down, to cast the image of this sweet little body to the screens, giving everyone an eyeful.
"So, who will her opponent be?" Angel asks. Holding her hand out to the crowd, offering the opportunity.
There are multiple bids from ladies eager to tussle with Ivy, and after surveying Angel picks one. A short, but fairly well built woman with short black hair, pretty in a slightly boyish way and I would say about my age.
As the woman reached the pit, the action started immediately, with Ivy grabbing her opponent and commencing the match.
I was a little surprised, no intros, no handshakes and definitely no time to remove clothing. So there was the slightly odd sight of two competitors, one in a tiny bikini, one in a white shirt, jeans and boots.
But then the 'match' only lasted around 5 minutes, with Ivy controlling the whole thing. Between a couple of pins, there was a few holds, which made the older woman scream, if only for a few seconds before being released and moved to another position. Angel taking up expert positions to capture shots of tits, ass and her favourite, the agonised facial expressions of the loser.
The match was conceded and the loser looking satisfied with the outcome of being twisted and smothered by this beauty for a few kicks. Before she left the arena she even stole a passionate kiss from Ivy, who seems only too happy to oblige.
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The first match pretty much set the template for the night's action. A beautiful wrestler overwhelming a horny, good looking, less skilled woman. Angel seemed to have an eye for the right kind of girl, picking on size, stature and looks.
Each wrestler that came out had 3 or 4 matches, each generally around 5 minutes or so and all but 1 or 2 had been completely one-sided. I'm guessing after around 10 matches, the wrestling team were leading the audience by about 25 points to 2, or something like that, if anyone was keeping score.
"And our final wrestler this evening." Angel called, bringing a hush over the room. "The Onyx club champion, Melody."
As Melody walked out the crowd erupted. And honestly, I can see why. She's gorgeous! At around 5 foot 6, maybe 125 pounds, with long black hair and a curvy but rock solid body...the body of a woman in her early 20s! She's dressed a little differently to the other wrestlers we've seen, not the seemingly obligatory skimpy bikini, but lingerie. A matching blue silky bra and panties, over the top of sheer, black pantyhose... now that really does it for me.
Now I don't mean to disparage before I've even seen her fight, but judging from the way most matches have gone this evening, I can imagine why she's able to find women that she can dominate, and I suspect it's not just wrestling ability.
"So, who is going to be Melody's next lucky victim?" Angel asks.
To my surprise there are no volunteers.
"What the fuck?" I asked Jordan. Surprised that there wasn't a flood of offers.
"Don't be fooled. Melody's a predator, there's nothing she likes more than a sexy, screaming woman in her clutches." Jordan enlightens.
Standing up, I shout out.
"I'll do it." I yell to Angel.
Sam looks shocked, but believe me, no one is more surprised than me at what I've just done.
"Oh wow. The pretty lady in the green dress is getting into the game. Come on up cutie." Angel invites.
I looked at Sam, who unsurprisingly looks delighted to be watching me wrestle and undoubtedly is quite hopeful that Melody is as good as Jordan had suggested, as she enjoys seeing me lose and suffer when wrestling.
Having seen how the previous matches had all gone, I was ready for the bout to start as soon as I step on the mat. And true to form Melody wasted no time in her attack. As we locked up, and quickly ended up down on the mat.
Wow, she's strong. I'm holding my own, but I have to admit I am really surprised by this young woman. It's probably been a minute that we have been vying for position, then she gets the advantage, as she able to secure a bodyscissor on me. Bringing a roar of approval from the audience.
"Jeez, I thought I was never gonna get you." Melody whispers in my ear, giggling. "I hope you're ready for the punishment you're gonna suffer for that."
Oh shit. I need to get out of this, figuring my best chance is submitting and restarting, so I tap. But nothing. I turn slightly to my opponent and softly offer my submission.
"Oh no honey. On this mat I decide when a hold ends and I find these ladies like to watch me make my victim cry." Melody purrs quietly in my ear.
How can such a sweet voice sound so menacing? Oh that's how, I realise as she increases the intensity of her scissorhold, and simultaneously pulls my head back by my hair. None of the other matches I've seen tonight were this vicious, but I guess that's why she's the champ and no-one wants to face her.
"Ref. Hair!" I call out in despair.
"Oh dear. It seems like Melody is up to her old tricks again, pulling hair folks." Angel addressed to the baying onlookers, who apparently approve. As the 'impartial ref' makes a point of getting right in my face to show Melody's 'fan club' my contorted, reddened face.
As it seems like I'm getting no help from anyone else, I'd better do something...and quickly. 'Come on Becky, you've beaten tougher girls than this.' I inwardly coach myself. With that I use all my power, skill, experience and energy in one last effort to break free, and I'm slightly surprised to say, it's worked, as I'm able to break the hold and roll away.
As we separate, she comes for me again. Obviously frustrated by the audacity of a challenger to actually put up a challenge. But her annoyance has made her careless and she moves into a position where I am the one able to lock on a scissorhold of my own, as I wrap my nylon clad thighs around her head. From there I'm able to secure the hold further manipulating it into figure 4 headscissor, from here she's going nowhere.
As Melody screams and bucks, the crowd first stunned, then animated, are now bellowing with excitement. Seems that the girls were right, the audience may adore Melody but they love to see the underdog from their ranks take control.
Oh my... of all the nerve, Melody is tapping! But given that I've been holding her here like this for a couple of minutes, I think she's pretty much done. So I'll be the bigger woman and release her.
"Do you concede? Do I win champ?" I pose condescendingly.
"No, I'm going to beat you for that." My spirited opponent responds.
Well that's just foolish, but OK. Getting to her knees, she makes a lunge for me, which I easily evade. Just seizing her arm and pulling her face down into the mat. In an instant I fall across her back, then yanking her up I complete my camel clutch.
"Owww." Melody squeals "Ref, stop her. She's cheating."
