College Vs. Session Wrestler, Part Seven
By brooksie       brooksie@pacificcoast.net
A pair of college wrestlers are invited to an underground fetish club on "fight night".


Shanice and the referee untied the sisters and helped them to their feet. They
didn't appear to be hurt, at least not seriously, although both twins had
several large bruises already forming on their bodies and were sure to be
stiff and sore for several days. Recovering psychologically from their beating
and public humiliation might take longer. From where I sat, I could see their
hands shaking as they tried to cover themselves with the two large towels they
were handed. Both girls were still crying. Eventually they composed themselves
enough to be helped from the ring.

Karen excused herself to go to the rest room again, and I quietly sipped my
beer, wondering if coming here had been such a good idea after all. I was sure
the vicious display we had just witnessed would have disgusted her. Unlike the
surprising, but very sensual ending of the match between Dana and Wendy, this
one had left me feeling much differently. I started to appreciate what Shanice
had been trying to explain to me, about the link between submission and
sexuality. I thought of how Wendy and Dana had slipped, almost seamlessly,
from fierce rivals to passionate lovers, their hard fought match ending on
such an erotic note. I was beginning to see the true sensuality of what had
occurred between them. It no longer had any lewd or vulgar overtones at all.
On the other hand, Tara and Taneesha's contest, if it could even be called
that, definitely did. There was nothing especially erotic about it at all. It
was pure brutalizing and sexual gratification for the purpose of humiliating
their opponents. Those two, who I learned later were lovers, had surely used
the twins like "cheap sex toys". It left me even more confused than before. I
felt pity for the sisters, and somewhat repulsed by the lascivious cruelty of
their opponents, yet it was strangely compelling to see those blonde beauties
victimized that way. I felt slightly ashamed, like I shouldn't have found it
exciting. But I did. On top of that, I was still feeling guilty about the hand
job Morgan had given me, even though I could see it was just an amusement for
her and meant nothing. All told, I was kind of uncomfortable and about ready
to call it a night. Meanwhile, things were getting wilder in the club. Some of
the dominatrix's were being having their subs, both male and female, perform
sexual acts on them, their heads just visible over the table tops as they
knelt before their mistresses. Several of the oil wrestler girls were
performing lap dances for a few of the male customers.The level of
drunken-ness, and lewdness was rising by the minute. I'd managed to overcome
my lustful feelings towards Shanice, at least enough to think seriously about
leaving. This had been a pretty wild night, which is what I'd hoped for, but
we had a plane to catch tomorrow. I figured now, in between matches, would be
a good time to say our goodbyes and grab a cab back to the hotel.

When Karen returned to the table, I asked if she was ready to leave. It was
funny to hear myself speak those words, since she's usually the one asking me
that question. I was surprised by the vehemence of her answer.

"No!" she said, forcefully. "We have to stay! Kim hasn't had her match yet.
She'd be so hurt if I left now."

Kim, I thought. Who the hell is Kim? Then I remembered. The cute, curly headed
brunette I'd observed Karen in such close conversation with earlier, while I
was chatting with Shanice.

"Well, can't you just find her and say goodbye?" I asked.

"No, it's not that. I coached her on some wrestling moves. She was a little
nervous. It's her first submission style match. She's just been oil wrestling
so far. I'd feel terrible if we left now."

As we talked about what sort of advice she'd given this girl, I noticed how
slurred Karen's words were. Despite switching to mineral water, she was pretty
well hammered. She was going to feel terrible tomorrow, regardless, I
chuckled.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah. Why, do you really want to leave? I thought you were having a good
time?"

Good time! The same words Morgan had asked, prior to stroking me off under the
table earlier.

"No, I just thought you might be tired," I lied.

I felt the urge to change topics, quickly, so I asked what she thought of the
last match.

"Ooooh, yuck! Those poor sisters."

I waited for her to say something sympathetic, which was what I expected. But
she surprised me again. Actually, shocked would be more the word.

"Too bad for them they were such pathetic wrestlers. They didn't put up any
fight at all. So much for their hard little bodies and fake tits!"

"Yeah," added another voice, "I bet they go through a bottle of mouthwash each
tonight.

I turned around and saw Morgan standing behind us. She and another girl were
cackling with laughter at her remark. This girl looked gigantic. She had to be
six feet tall! Some of that was heel height from her thigh high boots but
still, she towered over Morgan, who was wearing heels as well. She had long
dark hair and was fully decked out in black leather. A pair of enormous
breasts spilled over the top of her sexy lace-up bustier. Her name, which
didn't particularly suit her, in my opinion, was Candi. Physically she was
pretty impressive, but didn't look all that sweet. Her eyes had a hard, almost
cruel look to them and she didn't smile when introduced. She and Morgan had
the unmistakable smell of pot on them.

"Hey Scotty," Morgan said, poking me in the shoulder, "how about letting me
sit beside Karen for a while? We've hardly had a chance to talk."

Again, she gave me a wicked little smile. Seeing the panicked look on my face,
she bent down and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry. That's our little
secret."

Across the table, Taylor and her red haired friend beckoned to me.

"Come on, Scott. Come over here and sit with us."

Being the only guy at a table full of good looking women was not the worst
thing in the world. I looked at Karen. She giggled and told me to go on. It's
almost like I was cramping her style. I shrugged and relinquished my chair to
Morgan, as I worked my way around the other side of the table to where the
other girls were sitting. Taylor filled me in on Candi while we waited for the
next fight to begin. Not surprisingly, she was a dominatrix too, but also a
skilled submission wrestler. Taylor said she had seen her fight plenty of
times and she was very good.

"She really gets into dominating her opponents," said the blonde oil wrestler.

"You mean like the Tara and Taneesha did?"

"Sort of. Candi has a little more um, imagination, I guess you could say."

"Yeah, there wasn't anything too creative about that."

Taylor laughed and began to say something, but stopped as our attention turned
to the ring, where Shanice was announcing the final match of the evening. We
turned our chairs around to take in the action. The woman who entered the ring
was short in stature, I guessed between 5'1 - 5'3, slender, maybe 110-115 lbs.
She was dressed in typical fetish style, very brief black leather shorts and
bra. Her hair was a very light shade of blonde, almost white. She had a
collar, which she took off before the fight.. She also wore a studded belt
around her hips. She had heels on, but removed them before climbing into the
ring. Her name was Holly.

"She's Candi's sub," Taylor whispered in my ear. At that point, something
should have twigged me to the reason Morgan had engineered the change in
seating arrangements, but it didn't. Truth is, I was pretty blasted myself.
Another tray of shooters was delivered to the table, Morgan's doing I
suspected. She passed them around, handing one to Karen, who downed it with
the rest of us. Just what she needs I thought, another drink.

As we set our glasses down on the table, I glanced at Candi. I'm not sure why,
maybe for another look at her huge breasts. I had never considered myself a
boob man (I probably wouldn't have been with Karen if I was) but I seemed to
be fixated by them tonight. Maybe it was being surrounded by so many sets of
cosmetically enhanced chests, which I wasn't used to. In fact, I don't think
I'd ever seen so many set of large, perfect tits and Candi's were as
impressive as any of them. I looked her way and found her staring right back
at me. Our eyes met and she gave me a tight little smile, more of a smirk
really. Her eyes seemed to look right through me.

I quickly turned around as Kim entered the ring. She was decked out like a
jungle girl, in a leopard print loin cloth and a halter style top with just
one shoulder strap. Her curly hair and big brown eyes made her a bit too cute
to really pull off that look, but the outfit was quite sexy, especially
wrapped around her curvy little body. She was built along the same lines as
her opponent, but had a deep tan which contrasted well with Holly's pale skin.
I sized up the two women. Of the two, Kim had the edge as far as legs went.
Hers were bigger, especially her well developed calves. Holly's legs were
thinner but she had a harder upper body and an especially good set of abs,
showing visible muscle ridges. Kim wasn't fat by any means, but her belly
looked soft by comparison.

The sub-text for this match was interesting. I knew from talking with Karen
earlier that Kim wanted to get into submission wrestling in order to break
into the "sessions" market and start booking matches with male clients. Taylor
told me that mistresses sometimes liked to settle arguments or make bets on
fights between their subs, and having matches here on "fight night" was a good
way to gain experience. From the outset, it was easy to see this was not going
to be a great wrestling match. It was obvious neither girl had much in the way
of actual skill. Karen started yelling instructions at Kim, saying things like
"shoot for the leg" or "get under her". Karen told me earlier she hadn't
really been able to tell her much, without being able to demonstrate.

"I mostly gave her ideas on takedowns," she'd explained.

So far, neither girl had let go of the other's arms yet, and were still just
more or less pushing each other around.

"Set your legs...use your leverage," Karen shouted.

Whether she could hear her or not, Kim seemed to follow her instructions. With
one leg braced straight back behind her and the weight forward on the other,
Kim was able to unbalance Holly. Quick as a flash, she whipped her back leg
behind Holly's ankles and threw her over onto her back.

"That's it!" Karen called out. "Stay on top of her. Get her head."

I had my chair turned at an angle, so I could keep one eye on the action and
the other on Karen, Candi and Morgan. Each time Karen yelled instructions or
encouragement to Kim, I saw Morgan whispering Candi's ear.

Back in the ring, Kim tried to use her weight to keep Holly down long enough
to get her head locked, but had waited too long. She was thwarted by the pale
blonde simply reaching up and clamping her hands around Kim's throat. Karen
started to say something, but the referee saw it right away and leaned down to
warn Holly about choking. She let go, but it had stopped Kim long enough for
Holly to get her legs up and under the brunette and kick her off. Kim rolled
to the side and Holly quickly scrambled to her feet.

"Way to go, Holly," Candi shouted.

"Way to cheat, you mean," Karen replied.

I could barely believe she'd said that. Between the alcohol and the fact that
she had a real allegiance in this match, Karen's reservedness had totally
disappeared. She was beginning to act more like she did at wrestling
tournaments, where she was very vocal, supportive of her team-mates and full
of self-confidence. Candi glared at her, but said nothing. Both wrestlers were
back on their feet. Kim used the same technique and once again got Holly back
down. This time she followed her down more quickly and secured the headlock,
trapping one of Holly's arms as well. She kept her own head low and out of the
reach of Holly's hands and her weight centered over her chest. The blonde
tried to bridge but couldn't dislodge her opponent. Frustrated, she grabbed at
Kim's hair with her one free hand but the ref saw it and gave her another
warning.

With Karen screaming encouragement to her, Kim kept her opponent down and kept
squeezing Holly's head, tighter and tighter. There was very little action at
this point, other than Holly's legs kicking around. Following Karen's
instructions, Kim kept her own legs spread wide and her upper body low,
forcing Holly to bear her weight while she continued to work the headlock. The
crowd began making catcalls and heckling about the lack of action, but Kim
held firm. Eventually Holly's legs stopped thrashing and she lay still. Kim
knew she had her and looked over at Karen, a big smile on her face. Karen
responded with a "thumbs up". Holly tapped Kim's back, indicating her
submission. The whistle blew and Kim leaped to her feat, arms raised in
triumph.

Karen let out a whoop and smiled too, while Candi glowered at her. Meanwhile
both wrestlers were back in their corners, sipping water and awaiting the
start of the next fall. Holly glanced over in our direction, appearing to lock
eyes with Candi. She seemed to grow even paler, if possible and quickly looked
away.

The whistle blew and Holly wasted no time in charging Kim, basically just head
butting her in the stomach as they collided. Kim was able to briefly get a
reverse headlock on her, but it wasn't locked and she lost it as they both
fell. For the next couple of minutes, both girls were rolling around the mat
trying to get a hold on the other. Holly wasn't shy about using her legs and
was able to keep Kim at bay a few times just by laying on her back and kicking
at her. Finally Kim rolled away and got back to her feet. They came at each
other again and this time Kim tried to use another throw she had probably
gotten from Karen. She bent low and got underneath Holly, holding onto an arm
and pulling the pale blonde over. She tried to get her other arm in between
Holly's legs, but didn't have herself positioned right. Never the less, she
managed an awkward looking throw. Holly landed on her side, without much
damage and scrambled to her feet before Kim could capitalize on her move.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around her opponent from behind and looked to be
trying to clasp her hands behind Holly's neck in a full nelson. She had
trouble securing one of the blonde's arms which Holly used ito fire an elbow
into Kim's ribs. Holly then took hold of her curly locks with one hand and
yanked. Karen started to yell a protest at these two violations, but it was
really too late for the referee to do anything about it. After pulling on
Kim's hair, Holly was able to seize Kim's right arm with both hands and pull
her forward over an outstretched leg, tripping her. As Kim landed on her side,
Holly dropped on her with both knees, causing the jungle girl to cry out in
pain. Both girls were facing toward the ref, so I wasn't sure if she saw Holly
drive her knee into Kim's back. We were watching them from behind and I saw it
clearly. So did Karen, who once again complained out loud about Holly's
tactics. Now Holly had Kim's right arm by the wrist and pulled it straight up,
jamming her thumb into the brunette's armpit and causing her to cry out in
pain. This move seemed to almost paralyze her for a moment, long enough for
Candi to scream,

"Armbar, get an armbar. Use your knee on her."

Holly complied, placing her knee on Kim's neck, while keping her other one
tight against the jungle girl's lower back. Holly quickly squeezed Kim's right
hand under her left armpit and used her own right arm to grip the outstretched
limb around the elbow. She competed the hold by weaving her left arm behind
Kim's and grabbing the biceps of her own right arm. It wasn't that elaborate a
hold, but one that obviously required some practice, especially to apply with
the speed which Holly had. Poor Kim was left with no defence. She was lying on
her left side, facing away from us. The leather clad blonde was pinning her
neck and head to the mat with her knee. Kim's left arm was free and she pushed
up with it to try and relieve the pressure of Holly's knee on her neck, but
her arm was trapped and being bent steadily backwards, putting dangerous
pressure on her elbow joint. We couldn't see her face, but judging from her
cries for mercy, the hold seemed terribly painful and certainly looked
dangerous. Holly, unsportingly, didn't release Kim right away and the ref had
to tap her shoulder twice before the let the arm go and went back to gloat in
her corner.

Candi didn't seem given to big displays of emotion, but it was easy to tell
how she felt. I saw her look at Karen with the same smirk she had stared me
down with earlier. However, she didn't seem to intimidate my girlfriend like
she had with me. Of course, Karen wasn't staring lustfully at her tits.
Neither was she shy about expressing her annoyance at Holly's tactics.

"This is bullshit, she isn't wrestling fair," she complained to anyone within
earshot.

Unfortunately, things didn't improve in the last fall. In fact, they took a
decided turn for the worse as Holly started slapping, then punching in
addition to the hair pulling and other rule bending tactics she'd used. At one
point I saw the ref turn to Shanice with a questioning look. Shanice shrugged
and seemed to indicate that she didn't have a problem with this turning into a
catfight. The ref contiued to keep an eye on the proceedings, but basically
just let them go at it. Holly was continuing to batter Kim around the ring.
The curly haired brunette was attempting to fight back, but this was turning
into an all-out cat fight, which was clearly more Holly's game than hers. She
tried to match the blonde's aggression, but quickly found herself unable to
match Holly's tolerance for pain. If they both had hold of the other's hair,
it was Kim who had to let to first and try to pull her opponent's hands away.
If they were exchanging slaps, it was Kim who covered up first. To make
matters worse, she backed Kim into a corner and delivered a series of knee
smashes to her softbelly. Holly grabbed her by the hair again and pulled her
into the middle of the ring, where she ripped Kim's flimsy leopard print
halter top right off, exposing her breasts. They became Holly's new target and
hit them with several punches before Kim was able to recover enough to turn
away from her attacker. Holly took the opportunity to reach down and grasp Kim
by the ankles. She yanked hard, sending the half naked brunette down to the
mat. She continued to hold onto her legs, bending one foot behind the opposite
knee and straddling that leg. With Kim's legs secure, Holly tried to hook and
arm around her throat. But she was too short to do that and settled for
digging her nails into the back of Kim's shoulders. When Kim tried to use her
arms to push up and somehow get Holly off her back, the blonde slid her hands
underneath and clamped onto Kim's dangling boobs. Again Kim screamed out in
pain and dropped back down, the fight out of her for a moment. That was all
Holly needed to get hold of Kim's wrists and whip them around behind her back.
Now she had cute little brunette's limbs completely tied up. Holly twisted
Kim's arms as high up on her back as she could, then started rocking her upper
body forward, trying to put more pressure on Kim's shoulders. With each swing,
Holly called out "Give...give...give...give", until finally she did. The
leather clad blonde got off and treated her one last kick to the ribs as she
strutted around the ring, arms raised in victory.

The crowd really responded to the catfighting action, after an evening of
mostly straight wrestling holds, aside from Shanice's kick boxing match. Holly
got a big round of cheers as she left the ring and headed back to the dressing
room. Kim had made it to her feet, but was leaning heavily against the ropes,
her breasts and stomach and face red from the blows they'd absorbed. She was
breathing heavily and her eyes looked a bit puffy. It seemed as if she was
deliberately avoiding looking over in the direction of our table. The referee
handed her back the top to her jungle girl outfit but Kim didn't bother
putting it on. She just held onto it as she wrapped herself in a towel and
climbed through the ropes, out of the ring.

"So Ms. Bigtime College Wrestler," Candi said, turning towards Karen, "I guess
your coaching didn't help too much. Holly kicked your girl's ass."

"Give me a break. She won by cheating. That was crap. It wasn't wrestling."

Candi laughed. "She would have lost anyway. This isn't some wimpy wrestling
for pins and points. Submission style is a different game and she couldn't
play it."

"That wasn't any kind of wrestling. It was just a stupid catfight. Besides,
what do you know about real wrestling? Most of those holds would be useless
against anyone who know actually knew what they were doing."

"Oh, is that right?"

I was blown away by what I was hearing. Karen was more aggressive than I'd
ever seen her before, except when she was on a wrestling mat. I'd always been
kind of amused at how she was such a tiger in wrestling and so quiet and shy
the rest of the time. I guess it was the booze, but she was exhibiting a side
I'd never seen before.

"How would you," Candi continued, "like to back that up?"

"Hey, come on," I said "let's not get carried away here. I think it's time for
us to get going."

"Why don't you shut up?" Candi snarled at me. "I'm not talking to you."

Morgan giggled, which only seemed to make Karen madder.

"Why don't you shut up?" she snapped at Candi.

"Sure," she said, turning away. "I figured you were blowing smoke anyway."

"What are you talking about?"

"You may be hot stuff up some dink-ass little school up in Canada, but I'd
kick you ass if you got in the ring with me."

"Sorry, but I don't catfight. I'm no slut."

"I'm talking about submission style wrestling, you moron. No catfighting, but
no pins either. Just submission holds, unless you think you can't handle it."

"I'm pretty sure I can handle some bimbo with fake tits."

"Oh-oh," Morgan said.

"Fake? You think these are fake? How'd you like to get in the ring with me and
find out?"

"You're on."

Shanice was back on the microphone, wrapping up the evening and thanking
everyone for coming. Morgan jumped up and ran over to the side of the ring,
signalling her to come over.

Shanice bent down and the two had a quick conversation. She stood up and spoke
through the mic again.

"I may have spoken a bit too soon, folks. We may have a surprise extra match
for you. Let me see what's going on. Hang tight and I'll be right back."

She came over to the table to see what was up. After getting a quick rundown
on the challenge Candi had made, she pulled Karen off to the side. I went over
to join them.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Karen?"

"No, she's not," I spoke up.

"Yes I am. I can handle her. As long as she wrestles by the rules."

"But Karen," I protested, "you don't even know what the rules are. You've
never wrestled this style before. Besides, how much have you had to drink?
Come on, let's just go."

"Maybe Scott is right Karen," Shanice added. "I mean, I'd love to see you
wrestle but this is a different kind of wrestling than you're used to."

"As long as there's none of that catfighting shit, it's not a problem."

"Look, I'm sure you could adapt but Candi's not a rookie. She wrestles here a
lot and she knows what she's doing."

"Karen, please," I asked "let's just go."

"No Scott. I want to do kick that bitch's ass. I'll show her what a real
wrestler can do."

"Ok, if you're sure." Shanice said.

"I'm sure."

Shanice took Karen by the arm and escorted her to the dressing rooms, while I
went back to the table. I didn't like this at all and started to realize it
hadn't happened entirely by accident. Candi was no longer sitting beside
Morgan, so I slid into the chair beside her.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

She laughed.

"What are you talking about, Scotty?" She overplayed the innocent role so it
was obvious to me she understood perfectly.

"Right. You just happened to bring Candi back here to watch that last match.
You knew what was going to happen."

"Hey Scott, careful. You're giving me too much credit. I didn't know for
sure."

She giggled again, clearly pleased with herself. I thought about the trays of
shooters she'd been ordering all night, and suspected she'd played a part in
getting Karen and Kim together, knowing they'd hit it off. She was a real
trouble maker, I decided. I didn't know what to say, so just shot her a dirty
look.

"What's the matter Scott. Afraid Karen can't handle herself?"

I started to say something and then thought better of it. I was not about to
be goaded into anything by her. I looked away.

"Aw, don't be mad. Maybe you want to take me on? We could wrestle as the warm
up for Candi and Karen."

She stuck her chest out and made a grab at me.

"How 'bout it? Wanna rassle?" She winked at me.

She was so playful, it was hard to sit there and be mad at her. But getting in
the ring with her was out of the question too. We'd probably both end up
naked.

"Lighten up Scott. You wanted an adventure right? That's what Shanice said.
So, you're getting one. I don't know why you're complaining. Tell you what,
I'll go get us another drink and you can sti her by yourself and be grumpy for
a few minutes. Another beer?"

I nodded and watched her walk away. I still didn't like this. I mean Karen was
definitely a great wrestler. I thought about some of the tournaments where
she'd gone up against some really tough opponents. The harder the things got,
the deeper she seemed to be able to dig down. Sure, I'd seen her get beaten
before. No one wins all the time. But she always fought with everything she
had. There never anything less that one hundred per cent. But Karen wasn't a
hothead. One of her strengths was her tremendous mental focus. She never lost
her concentration and I'd seen her pull some matches out of the fire in the
dying moments by pinning a girl who was ahead on points. The only time I ever
saw her wrestle angry was against a rival in high school who punched out a
friend of hers in the parking lot after a wrestling meet. The next time they
wrestled, Karen was out for blood and it was not one of her best matches. She
won, just barely, against a girl she should have had no problem with. Plus,
she had certainly never wrestled when she'd been drinking, and she'd had more
to drink tonight them than I'd ever seen her consume.

Morgan returned to the table and set a beer down in front of me.

"Still mad at me?" she teased.

What was the point, I thought. It's not like it was going to change anything
and besides, I was pretty certain it really didn't matter one way or another
to her what I thought. Someone came by the table and she left with them,
probably to smoke more dope. Taylor was still sitting across from me. She
seemed a lot less mischievous than her friend Morgan. I figured I could get
some straight answers out of her. She told me Karen was going to have her
hands full with Candi.

"She's big and strong, especially her legs. She loves using the scissors hold.
And, she hates it when anyone calls her tits fake. They're real and she's
pretty proud of that. So she'll be fired up."

"I can't believe this is happening."

"Are you worried?"

"It'll be all right. I don't think Candi will hurt her."

Hurt her? Isn't she allowing for possibility of Karen winning? I wondered if I
should try and put a stop to this. I wondered if I even could.

End of Part Seven