Jennys Lesson
“Oughhhhhhhhh, DAMN!!!!!!!” I yelled as Maggies knee sunk into my soft stomach and I gasped out in pain and dropped hard to my back. I was taking a pounding in the early going here.
So after my beating of Annie I was feeling pretty good, and on top of that Barb seemed really serious about getting in the ring with someone. We went about finding matches for ourselves, promising to be the second to the other. I was worried about Barb, she was seeming both blood thirsty and a little naive about the whole thing.
Problem was we couldn’t find one real person to wrestle. Turns out a lot of posers will pretend to be a woman to try to wrestle a 5’11 blonde or a girl with 40E tits. We were really striking out all over the place.
Barbie and I had been taking advantage of her Ken dolls gym, working out, working the heavy bag, and actually practicing what we thought were wrestling moves in the ring on each other. Dan kept suggesting we wrestle each other for real, and that he gets the winner. The joke was starting to get old.
Dan and Barb were going away for two weeks though, and I finally got a real bite for a match, her name was Maggie. She was much older than me, 45, and she said she had been in numerous wrestling matches. She was 5’5 155lbs and a healthy 38C 38 34. Long black hair and pale skin.
She was a real departure from Annie, none of the fluff and girly talk, she was all business. Anyways I thought I was going to have to wait but Dan and Barb gave me a key to the gym and I set up the match for Sunday.
I wasn’t crazy about being alone with her, but we talked a bit on Skype and everything seemed fine. So I set it up, I wore my sparkly gold suit, just like against Annie, Maggie on the other hand had on a speedo suit, up to her neck and covering every piece of skin on her body. Her legs were bare, except for knee pads on each, and she had on elbow pads as well. She looked like she was a real 80s wrestler in a way. Anyways, that’s how we came together in the ring, and it didn’t go well for me. This is where we came in:
I had tried to circle with Maggie, hands up in my boxers stance, and looking to use my much improved jabs from all the training I had done. The rules were the same as my match with Annie, nothing to the face, nothing to the crotch. Kicks and knees were ok, along with punches to the body.
Maggie kept her hands up, blocking most of my jabs as we circled around the ring. I was trying to tag those C cups of hers and even when I got one through, she didn’t go wild like Annie. She gritted her teeth and fired a hard slap back at my face.
Frankly I was getting pissed, and I was losing any form of discipline. I thought I was being sneaky when I lunged forwards to grab for that lustrous black hair of hers, and that’s when the knee to the stomach drove me to my back hard.
I was lying on my back clutching my stomach eyes squeezed shut, then I hear it stomp stomp stomp…I opened my eyes just as Maggie dropped her padded elbow down and heard a huge THWAP as her elbow slammed into my gold spandex encased E cups.
I cried out in pain, as my girls were mashed against my rib cage by the elbow, I rolled to my hands and knees and started crawling towards the ropes…Maggie was up and after me before I knew it.
As I got to the ropes she grabbed two hand fulls of my hair, loose instead of in my normal pony tail, and hauled back hard on it. My scalp burns hard as I am pulled back into the sitting position and she keeps arching my back. A knee in the middle of my back now my head pulled back, chest thrust out, boobs straining my top as she raised up a forearm and slams it down on my mams…..
Oh god, the girls are on fire “AIEEEEE” I yell out in pain as she releases my hair and I fall forwards onto my stomach.
Again, I figured Maggie would say something, but she was all business again….She reached down and grabbed both my legs, folding them over each other and then pulling hard forwards. Bending my legs up, not in a boston crab, but my was my mid section and back screaming in pain…..
I was slapping the mat in pain, not submission, I didn’t know what the hell to do. She reached forwards and grabbed my face, and then rolled back. I was lifted up off the mat and was facing towards the sky as she stretched my back hard on her knees. I know this is a hold but no idea the name. All I know was I was helpless as she pulled on my folded legs and my chin and my body was bent over top of her knees…
She held on as I groaned and strained, pulling at her arm over my chin until I slipped my sweaty and slippery head free and rolled off onto my stomach and then my back. I was lying there, stunned, not knowing what the hell to do….Maggie knew exactly what to do.
She came over, grabbed my hair and started pulling me up..I was desperate and I fired a quick shot to her soft looking stomach….and another….It slowed her as she stumbled back a little, I stood up, just gasping.
Shouldn’t have stopped as she reached up and grabbed a handful of hair and twisted pulling me forwards by it and snapmaring me over onto my ass, only to be hauled up and snapmared over again….
I was on my ass, my body hurting, my scalp hurting, sweating, confused…you name it I was feeling everything but good. I was so confident after my last match, but this bitch was good.
Maggie hauled me up one more time and then used my hair to whip me hard back first into the corner. My arms went over the top ropes to hold me up and I slumped there…..Breathing hard as she stalked me……
WHAP WHAP WHAP, three quick punches to my girls like they were speed bags. Pain shooting through each boob as her punches snapped into them hard. I was barely standing as she grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the corner, holding my up more than anything.
All of a sudden Maggie reached between my legs and lifted, and I was upside down in a second. She carried my around the ring as I kicked my legs weakly before all of a sudden, WHAM. She body slammed me down to the mat hard. My tits bouncing painfully all over the place barely staying in my top as I arched up and clutched at my back.
I rolled to my stomach, still clutching my back. I was done, I didn’t know it but I was, I mean she was kicking the shit out of me. She wasn’t done yet……she dropped her thick butt down hard on my lower back and I cried out, flailing around as she hooked my arms…
Before I knew it I was helpless, the same camel clutch I had used on Annie before….
“Give it up Jenny, I’ve got you beat, and if I wanted to be really mean, I’d destroy those tits you’re so proud of” ….shit she was right. I really was right where I had Annie, it’s just that Maggie wasn’t about to be as mean as I was…..
“I GIVE SHIT I GIVE” I cried out and my surrender echoed around the gym. She released me right away
“Ok that’s enough of that, we’ll leave it at one fall, you’re out classed”….I was lying on my stomach hurting….”What the hell are you doing getting in a match with someone you barely know and not knowing one thing about wrestling”?
I rolled to my back “What”?
“You don’t know shit dear, and I’m not the person to do it, but if you get in the ring with someone who really know’s what they’re doing and is mean, you’re in real trouble.” She said as she reached down to pull me up.
“Never fight without help, never fight without a second, never step in the ring without a ref, and for fucks sake, learn how to wrestle” She said it to me
Frankly she was right, this had been a bad idea. I needed to think about safety and learn more about what I was doing. Maggie started to leave the ring.
“Wait, hang on, where did you learn all this” I asked her
“I learned the hard way honey, same way you will if you don’t smarten up. I used to be a pro wrestler, and you didn’t even ask my background” she smiled.
“Teach me, I’ve got a friend, and she wants to learn too” I crawled to my knees, looking at my older, wiser, and tougher opponent.
“Fuck, fine, get dressed, you owe me a beer for at least wasting my time”
We got changed, and I bought many beers. Next Sunday Maggie was at the gym and I had a coach. I took as many lumps that Sunday as I had in our match. The next Sunday Barb was back and Maggie took her under her wing too. Maggie even agreed to referee our matches, all we had to do was buy her booze, wow that old broad could drink.
