When Lindsey agreed to "work out" with Sophie, this was not exactly what she had in mind. At first when Sophie had asked to be her work out partner, Lindsey had envisioned the fitness chick training her and molding her comparatively petite and unassuming body into something a little more eye catching. At worst, she'd figured that it'd be a little embarrassing curling her 10 pound weights next to the other's 40s, or that she'd end up self conscious at her objectively less glorious backside while they did squats. Lesbian sex wresting was NOT on her bingo card.
At 5'7", Sophie was a true lesbian power pixie, up to her ears in muscle and looked every bit the part, her short platinum hair in a spiked cut. With average build at just 5'2", Lindsey didn't just look outclassed, she was looked like she belonged to a different species.
"Oh come onnnn Linds!" Sophie grinned, stretching her arms out wide, "it's mostly wrestling, with some gay thrown in! So basically just wrestling!"
"Uh huh, string bikinis, points for stripping, points for fondling, and a strap-on for the winner. Totally sounds like 'just wrestling'." Lindsey pouted, "I thought you were gonna help build my muscles, not get in my pants. You're such a boy."
"Hey, the physical trainer to sexual relations pipeline is alive and well." Sophie joked, knowing that Lindsey had a boyfriend. "Seriously, you think weights is the only way to get jacked? Besides, in the future, we'll be on the same team. Keeping your pants on would be to my benefit."
Sophie was one of the top solo Ultimate Surrender wrestlers, compiling a lifetime record of 19 wins-1 loss-2 draws. And the only loss? An exhibition in which she had wrestled two other wrestlers single handedly. In lifetime ranked matches, Sophie was undefeated, posting a record of 10-0-1. However, the upcoming tournament this summer was a doubles competition, and Sophie needed a partner.
"What I don't get," Lindsey said, "is why you asked me of all people to be your partner? Couldn't you have gotten literally any of the other girls who are actually big and strong? I'm literally going to be dead weight."
"Well, most of the other girls already had partners, plus some of them don't like me, plus..." she trailed off.
"and?"
"Well to speak openly, I think you'd enjoy it! Plus you have potential! And we'd get to hang out more!" Sophie blushed.
Lindsey felt her ears redden slightly as she got the subtle hint.
"We'll see." she mumbled as she turned her attention to the locker room monitor.
Tonight was an unranked singles night, typically meant for novices trying to get experience or those near the bottom to boost their win-loss record without affecting the overall standings. To officially enter the doubles tournament each contestant needed at least 3 matches, ranked or unranked, for seeding purposes so Lindsey was entering tonight solo. Her matchup tonight was against another newbie, Virginia.
To her credit, Lindsey was not entirely helpless despite her protest. Her marathon training last spring had given her strong legs and excellent endurance. She also hoped that her small frame would let her slip a few careless holds and cause the other girls to underestimate her.
Still, she was nervous as she inspected herself in the mirror. Her dirty blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail. She had a light blue bikini that matched her eyes "covering" her pink breasts and crotch, and a matching set of blue bands on her ankles and upper arms.
As she sat down to collect her thoughts, Lindsey could hear the faint cheering of the crowd from the main gym. Unranked nights were typically not as popular as tournament bouts, so typically only a small crowd of devotees were in attendance.
Lindsey turned to study a brief scouting report on her opponent:
Name: Virginia
Stage name: The Dragonslayer
Record: 0-1-0
Athletic experience: Swimming, Volleyball
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 157lbs
8 inches and almost 40 pounds were certainly not in her favor. Lindsey tried to shove those thoughts aside as she continued to wait for her match to begin. Occasionally she would see competitors coming back in. It was obvious who the winners and losers were. The winners were typically happy and relieved. The losers were sometimes walking a bit funny with a dazed look on their faces. Lindsey tried to focus on strategy, and what few moves Sophie had taught her in their crash course last week.
Finally, the wait was over and Lindsey was called out. As she got to the mat, she glanced at the audience. Fortunately, mostly dykes with a few men scattered throughout. She looked across the gym as the opposite door opened and her opponent walked out. A tall slender brunette in black bikini and bands strode to the middle of the mat. She was pretty, with chocolate brown eyes and a warm toothy smile as she reached her corner.
"Thank you ladies and gentlemen for staying for our last match of the night!" Sophie was the announcer and referee tonight given the unranked nature of the competition and her experience. "In the black corner, we have the Dragonslayer!" to a moderate applause.
"And in the blue corner, we have the Ice Queen!" A polite though subdued cheer came from the crowd, clearly not expecting much from the smaller blonde.