Eve Knowles Investigates, Part Two
The Trial Match
I had been training with Tina for five weeks. And when she grew satisfied that I had learned the moves to a good level, decided to book me in for a trial match with one of the other girls in her stable. The other girl was called Laura and she began training around the same time as me. According to Tina we were evenly matched and stood around the same height and had the same 125-128ib build, and even though I hadn’t yet met my opponent, I was sure that I was ready to wrestle her.
I was to come down to the club and wrestle before a small audience. A few of them were other girls that were part of Tina’s troupe. The rest were the club staff. But to lay my butterflies to rest, and also give me a taste of what it would be like to grapple in front of others, this would be a trial. An experience of what it’s like to be wrestler on the underground circuit. We had agreed that my trial match with Laura should be on Tuesday night. Ours would be the only match as normally the main bouts were fought on Saturday nights. And so it was all set and I was booked to fight this girl called Laura.
I asked Tina about my opponent. I felt it only natural to know as much as possible. So Tina told me a bit about her.
Apparently, Laura was a redhead (noted for their tempers, I recalled being told once.) She was an electrician by day, but wanted to earn some extra money to fit out her new flat. All of which was understandable considering the cost of property around Brighton.
She was younger than me. I was thirty and Laura was twenty-two. But the age difference didn’t deter me from fighting her. In fact I felt I’d gained a lot of confidence since my training with Tina, but I never underestimated my potential opponent as Tina told me she was very keen and had that basic gutsiness that many young woman had having battled through male dominated careers.
I knew I was going to have to fight smart when my night came. And I’m sure that Laura wasn’t going to give me any second chances.
Of course the day came quickly and the hours flashed by. I had gathered my things that very afternoon and packed them into a holdall. I double checked everything, towels, soap, boots, thongs and other toiletries. And satisfied that I hadn’t been remiss, set off for the club that lay on the more unsavoury edge of town.
I took a taxi to the club. I wasn’t sure how secure the car park was, nor if I’d be in a fit state to drive after the match. So I played it prudent and took a cab to the address that Tina had supplied me with.
The club on arrival was a non-descript place. To describe its facade as accurately as possible would be like comparing it to a glorified unit on an industrial estate. It was secure and there was CCTV in operation. I noticed that the security was heavy, and the bouncer at the door looked hardened enough to maintain order.
I paid the taxi driver and walked up to the door. I announced myself and the large man nodded, smiled, and then gave me access.
There was a foyer-like area where the punters came in and paid and a series of side doors. Tina was stood there, waiting for me. She wore casual dress and gave me a hug. “Laura arrived earlier and is in the changing room getting ready. Your room is just over there,” she said as she led me down a dimly lit corridor. The walls were cold and whitewashed. It wasn’t the most glamorous of places, but then, this wasn’t Stringfellows or was meant to be.
The changing room was at least a tad more pleasant and less impersonal. A small electric heater was fixed in the wall and I had a dressing table complete with a full length mirror. Not as if wearing skimpy wrestling attire was alluring to me, but I imagined it would be to a horny guy.
I sighed and grinned inwardly. Oh heck, here I was, Eve Knowles – journalist. About to wrestle some girl I didn’t know in front of a bunch of people I didn’t know. And as I sat down, I looked into the mirror and pondered for a moment. Tina placed her hand on my shoulder. It was an older sister’s touch, and she gave it an affectionate squeeze.
“Don’t worry,” Tina said. “You’ll be fine and remember what I taught you – think like a winner. Now, I’ll give you a knock when the match gets announced.”
I nodded and when Tina left, I began to undress. I placed my clothes in the available wardrobe. Tina had provided me with a robe. It was a nice black satin kimono and it felt really expensive. I stripped naked and slipped on the orange thong. I then put on the black wrestling boots that Kim had bought me and combed my hair back. I wore minimal makeup, just eyeliner and then stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked lithe and ready, my firm breasts rounded and full. My thong glided across my sexy hips and formed a sexy ‘V’ at my groin, covering my slightly protruding mons pubis. I smiled and still felt the sensual feeling from my tribbing session with Kim, when we’d locked clits during our fun wrestle. Not as if I’d be doing that tonight. This was different. This was competitive grappling and I would have no margin for error.
I stood with my hands on my hips. I looked good and ready, and I was determined to do my best out there tonight on the canvas. And when Tina knocked on my door and said ‘Five minutes, Eve’, I slipped on the kimono and tied the belt at the waist.
“I’m ready,” I said firmly, and followed Tina down to corridor to the arena area.
I walked through the curtain and into the spotlights. The ring was like a normal boxing-sized ring with padded corners. The ring was built up about three foot from the ground. I couldn’t see the audience too clearly as many sat at the rear of the place, in the shadows. But I heard their applause. And that was very welcome as I walked towards the ring.
Laura was stood at the far side of the ring as I climbed the narrow steps. I ducked between the ropes and stood diagonally opposite to the redhaired woman. I smiled faintly as I weighed up the woman that I would be fighting, and she was very attractive indeed. She had shoulder-length redhair and leaned back against the corner pad, her arms resting on top of the ropes. She give me a hint of a smile but she was studying me: wondering where to attack first, no doubt. But then who knows what goes on in wrestler’s heads before a match – well exactly what goes on – apart from what we think ourselves. Personally, I was thinking of winning, and giving the best match I could. That was my thoughts on introspection. I knew that once the match was underway, and I was out there, my adrenalin would do the rest.
Tina was refereeing the match. And she got into the ring and asked us both to join her in the centre. I complied, keeping my eyes on Laura, who was doing the same. Clearly, we had the same idea and both of us were dying to start the match. I could feel the tension in the air between us.
Wearing a red kimono, Laura looked very fit and ready. As Tina gave us instructions and gave us no time limit but the first one to reach three falls would be the winner. And that was the fundamental rules of the match. The first girl to reach three falls, and it was nothing more than that.
We parted to go to our respective corners. I removed my kimono and a couple of wolf whistles echoed through the club. Men, I thought, then heard Tina whisper that some of them were women, too. I smiled as I turned to face Laura, who my now had removed her robe and was ready to wrestle. Her lithe young body angled slightly forward while she held the robes, I sensed her eagerness. She wore a red thong and black wrestling boots like mine. And when the bell sounded, I circled and parted my arms in the classic wrestler’s stance, ready to lock-up and start. And as we feigned attack and wobbled our tits in readiness to connect, I knew exactly where to go for. And with a low grunt, I leapt forward to grip my opponent.
Human Chess
I moved first, going immediately for a headlock. But I wasn’t as fast as Laura, who went low and expertly got behind me. I was confused and startled by her speed, and before I recovered, felt the full nelson snapped into place. Laura let out a cry of delight, her orbs jiggling against my bare back. How remiss could I have been? I felt her body against mine and outside the ring I heard the cheers of encouragement. I wasn’t sure who was rooting for who, it all sounded muffled. But I knew one thing, Laura had me firmly trapped and was piling the pressure on my neck.
Her groin against my exposed buttocks, it felt momentarily sensual. But that was all it was, fleeting, as the pain began to negate everything sexual about our close contact. I stood in the centre of the ring with this redhead torturing me, and it didn’t feel good. I began to buck and bend forward in desperation, trying to displace Laura. And it was hard going. It wasn’t going to be easy and every strain tore a strip from my energy levels.
Laura grunted behind me as I tried to buffet and rock my buttocks against her groin, bending forward again to left her feet clear off the canvas. And I was succeeding. But she knew how to counter my efforts, and with an expert push of her boot behind my kneecap, sent me down to my knees.
She did what I never thought possible. But she had, and now I was on my knees. The nelson was broke and she held me tightly in a face bar. It was not like a headlock, but instead, her arm was across my face, holding me agonisingly in place. I was desperate and was reaching back and cupped her skull. I wasn’t sure if this was going to work but I was losing badly, and I wasn’t even three minutes into my trial match.
The lights were being blacked out as Laura’s arm bar covered my eyes, and it was now-or-never. With a yell, I lurched forward and threw Laura over my shoulder just as Tina had taught me and I heard her scream. The shriek of horror carried past my right ear as she twisted and hit the canvas. It wasn’t a perfect throw, but then I wasn’t perfect, and I wasn’t going to let her recover from the slam.
Laura lay on her back, looking up at my upside-down form. And I threw myself down and brought my legs into play, head-scissoring her just as she rose up.
“No, no way!” she protested, but my vice was snapped into place and I rolled back onto my side. Locking my feet at the ankles, I watched her writhe and squirm, gripping my thighs as if seeking out a weakness. But I had her and she knew it. And the protestations of her feet banging against the canvas made it all the more pleasurable.
I lay on my side, supported by my right arm. My full breasts hung slightly to the side as I resumed my torture, enjoying Laura wriggle and twist. My legs were taut and the toned muscles were coming into play, adding more pressure to their grip. Laura’s hands were shuddering to part my thighs but I was secure and they weren’t aching yet. Beyond my firm derriere I heard Laura’s desperate panting and occasional groans. And it didn’t take long before her hand slammed against the canvas and she submitted.
Ye gods! I had took the first fall!
I howled my delight! I gradually parted my legs and let Laura up. I asked her if she was ok. Laura, holding her throat, nodded and I helped her to her feet. Tina clapped her hands and the audience joined her in appreciation for the first fall. I pushed my hair away from my face and went back to my corner and waited. One of the girls appeared, our seconds, and pushed a stool towards me. I sat down and she handed me a cool bottle of water. I drank a mouthful and welcomed it. At least it staved off the dryness. She passed me a towel but I wasn’t sweaty yet, but no doubt I would be later if this match went the distance. At the moment I was fine.
I looked across at the other wrestler, Laura, and I could see the troubled expression on her face. She drank some water and avoided eye contact with me. I think my move shocked her. She wasn’t expecting such moves from a novice. And a snap-mare had been one move she hadn’t thought about.
The bell sounded and I rode from my stool. I circled Laura and we knotted fingers and both tried to push each other back. Again, this was all about strength as opposed to skill and it reminded me of my oil match with Kim a few nights back, when we’d struggled for supremacy on the mat. Now I was firmly settled in my test of strength with Laura, and I knew that this was where it really mattered.
We stood in the centre of the ring. “Come on, Eve! Come on, love,” a female voice shouted. “Laura! Force her down; you can do it, babe,” came a man’s voice. And as we grappled for advantage I heard these voices punctuate our concentration. I forced everything out as I put as much power into my arms and wrists as possible. I imagined my buttocks shuddering and pulsing in effort, and I’m sure Laura’s was doing the same. The men must have been treated to quite a sight. But we struggled on and I felt my body lurch over to the left. The strain beginning to show on my face, I closed my eyes as our foreheads met. I heard my opponent gasp and grunt, and with a feral cry, I felt my arms advance and gradually start to force her down and back.
I used my top weight to push her over, forcing my bare breasts against hers. Laura’s felt soft against mine and began to flatten as I rested my jaw on her left shoulder. Her nipples felt sharp and the sensitivity of our conjoined tits made me grit my teeth. Laura let out a cry, but it was a cry of defeat and humiliation. I was besting the redhead and was taking control of the match. Fingers still entwined, I was on top of her in a full body press and my intent was to pin-fall her. Like lovers, we lay as if locked in virtual coitus. All my inhibitions had vaporised as I soon forgot that our sexy bout was being watched by about ten people. That didn’t matter as I was so intent on taking this fall and winning. Her arms were outstretched like she was being crucified. And I lay above her, belly-to-belly, but I was so arrogant that I was going to take the fall that I failed to see what was coming. And when it hit – boy – did it hit.
Laura’s legs suddenly came up and body scissored me. I let out a cry as the hold bit into my ribs. I was hold of her wrists and her legs were torturing me!
I looked down and Laura was smiling. Her face was slightly glistening with sweat and so was my tits, but the agony was starting to build up and I had to release Laura’s wrists and direct them to parting her merciless thighs.
There was no question about it, as wrestlers we were ruthless. We had to be. We couldn’t afford to give such sympathetic quarters and I knew that from the start. And we were now trading agony for agony. Laura smiled and let out a laugh as she got her revenge. I howled in pain, my head arched back and my breasts bellowing for what air I could gratefully get into them. I tried to stand, but could only roll to one side. But Laura still had the crushing hold in place, and she was enjoying giving me all she had. The unpitying stare on Laura’s face made me struggle harder against the painful hold. And my only counter would have been to attempt to twist round and swing a leg over hers and then get to my feet. Then if that was possible, I would be able to attempt a boston crab and rip a screaming submission from her. But I knew that would be hard, and would expend a lot of energy. So I rode out Laura’s body scissor and tried to wriggle free.
I was fighting for breath, and Laura knew it. A slight smile of victory formed on her face. She was expecting me to cry out my submission, but I toughed it out. I could feel that she was tiring and her thighs were starting to lose the pressure. She lay back on her hands, well balanced, her head thrown back as she piled on what she could. Her clenched teeth screamed her effort, but I wasn’t giving in. I was adamant that I wouldn’t submit. The smile was soon gone when I forced her legs apart with my arms, grunting as I eased my way out. But it took some work, and I was achy from the experience.
I heard her curse and she parted her shapely thighs as I swiftly got to my knees and grinned down at her defiantly. Still lying back, I allowed her to get to her feet. But I retained a safe distance. I had a feeling that Laura was still game for a real match and was determined to win come-what-may.
Laura got to her knees and adjusted her red thong, her eyes solidly intent on me. But I felt good and confident, and I knew that I was sending out the right messages that I wasn’t a pushover.
I backed away as she swept her hair back over her shoulders. She was lean and toned and I could see that her body was built for endurance. But so was I, and Tina’s harsh training was starting to pay off. A few weeks ago, I wouldn’t have last a round against the likes of Laura. But now, I was a real wrestler and was ready to take this to the limit.
The spotlights were hot, too hot, and their brilliance relegated the audience to the darkness. I could only hear their cheering voices. Some were rooting for me, and some were equally rooting for Laura. It was a mixture of sounds and cries. But I just focused on my attractive opponent, and then made a move.
Laura had the same idea and we both locked up with a dull slap of flesh in the centre of the ring. A brief struggle of arms and then I snapped on a headlock and thrust her head down towards my right hip. I held her fast, my legs parted for balance. I interlaced my fingers to reinforce the hold, and Laura groaned her displeasure. Hands wrapped around me waist, seeking out areas of muscular weakness. But she didn’t find any. I was taut and my abs were firm, and she knew it.
I was enjoying controlling the match, and I turned Laura around in my hold. The appreciative cheers and wolf-whistles increased as they got an eyeful of Laura’s generous buttocks. Her sexy ass was really sending the guys wild, and I was enjoying it all the more. I felt powerful and imperious, and was enjoying dominating the match. But Laura was working hard to free herself and with a loud grunt, slipped out of the headlock and caught me in a back hammer. My right arm was twisted suddenly and Laura was standing erect behind me. I felt her bare breasts brush my back, her nipples hard as she worked on my tearing muscle. The pain was on me immediately. Like a wild and living thing, it was agony and I let out a cry that seemed to punch through the cheers.
Laura worked on my arm, double-handed. My face was twisted in pain and my body was arched slightly backwards. My tits were thrust out, and once again, the delighted cries filled the air.
The audience were really enjoying the sight, only this time, I was being tortured.
Kim was certainly going to have one hell of a story after all this. But whether I would be able to type would be another thing!
Pain and Laura’s intrusive nipples punctuated my senses. Her soft orbs juddered against my back as she held me hard. I slowly sank to the ground and Laura followed me to the canvas, pushing me forward. I soon ended up momentarily on my knees, and then I was face down. Laura was on one knee, asking me to submit. I was losing swiftly and she was twisting my poor limb even further. It was all-out excruciating pain, and it left me with no other alternative but to bang my left hand on the canvas and cry out my pathetic capititulation. I submitted and was released immediately, the pain vaporising into stiffness. But at least I was out of imminent injury, and had saved myself a trip to the hospital.
I rolled onto my side as Laura leapt up, squealing her jubilation. She had equalised a fall, and I slowly got to my feet, feeling hot under the overhead lights. It was only a short walk to my corner, but it felt like a narrow eternity. My second, a nice young girl, smiled encouragingly at me. She said I was wrestling well and not to let this loss demoralize me. I wasn’t sure how it was going to end, but we were even now. One fall each. And we still had a long fight ahead of us.
I slumped onto the stool, my hair feeling limp. Across from me, Laura was sat drinking some water, looking excited. Her legs were apart and her red thong looked amazingly sexy with those black boots. She smiled at me, but not in an arrogant, taunting way. It was a sporting smile, an expression from one who was enjoying the participation. I smiled back, not wanting to be a bad loser. And as I sipped some water, I felt ready for the next round.
As the bell rang, I stood up and we circled again, both of us set in a half-crouch and seeking an opening. This time we just sprang at each other and went into a joint bear-hug. I felt her arms vine around me, but mine went lower, and I wrapped them round and knotted my fingers in the small of her back.
We squeezed, simultaneously. And for a moment, I felt winded. In fact we both gasped and groaned in effort as our lungs emptied. And I was fully aware of our tits as they gave against the other in our clinch.
Laura had pointed orbs were as mine were more rounded, but her nipples were stabbing into mine hard. I felt the wave of sensitivity and Laura hissed pleasurably. I let out a low whimper, and felt her hot breath against my shoulder. Warm bodies and pulsing abs, and legs trying to seek out advantageous angles to trip and throw was our next move. And I felt my right thigh grate against hers, my calf hooking round hers as her own leg snaked round mine. We shook and hobbled awkwardly, almost child-like, as if laughably conjoined in a bizarre three-legged-race. But it was as hard to throw her as it was for her to throw me. We were struggling in an impasse, and we tried to trip the other. But all we succeeded in doing was falling onto our sides and we struck to canvas hard.
Our hug still in place, we wrestled for the advantage. Our tits jostled clumsily as we groaned together. Shapely legs snaked and strained for leverage. But I couldn’t see what was going on as I was too busy squeezing Laura.
Laura clenched her teeth and I’m sure I mirrored her actions. We were getting nowhere, and after five minutes of rolling about like kids, I sensed that the audience were getting bored.
I sighed inwardly, my despair lost as I rolled above Laura and then Laura on top of me, a sensual rotation, but one that gave no sign of victory. Eventually, I spread my legs wide as I lay above the other wrestler, and secured the dominant position. Yes! It had been pulled off!
Still in our hug, I looked into Laura’s eyes and sensed her anguish. It was an intensely hot proximity and I felt our bellies start to get damp with sweat. I squeezed a minute more, then broke my hold to spread myself into a cross pin.
Laura moaned her horror. My perspiring tits were flattened against her face and legs scissored her right arm. My own hands held her left arm hard against the surface, a grin of victory forming on my lips. I saw Laura’s legs pound the mat, and she was trying to arch and bridge upwards, but it wasn’t going to happen. I was firmly planted and Tina settled down and counted to three.
On three, I howled jubilantly. I had taken the fall and I slowly released Laura and rolled away. Feeling sweaty, I sat up and pushed my hair over my ears. The small audience applauded. And as Laura’s defeated body rolled onto her knees, I smiled at her. “That was a great round,” I said. “You wrestled well.”
Laura smiled back, her face glistening through effort. “Thanks.”
I felt revitalised and walked back to my corner. My stool waited for me and I sat down, my tits sheened beneath the lights. My second passed me a towel and some water. I towelled the perspiration away from my tits and closed my eyes. Snippets of conversations drifted from the darkness, and I smiled as I heard someone say, “That Eve is a great wrestler, very determined.”
It all sounded very positive. But I wasn’t going to feel big headed yet. I may have pulled back a winning fall, but I still needed another to win. And that could be ages before that- and how right I was.
The next twenty minutes was throws and holds but neither of us could get the other to submit. Sweat was making our grips ineffectual. We were pulling off skilful moves like headlocks and scissors but the minute we threw one on, the other would slip out of it. Like my nude oil match with Kim the other night, it was starting to lose its edge. And we were rolling about.
Tiring fast, I picked Laura up and threw her onto her back. Her body slammed the canvas and the ring shook. Stretched out, she let out a cry of agony but swiftly rolled away as I tried to pin her again. I was using the pro-style moves that Tina had taught me. And so was Laura. But we had reached that stage of deadlock were our match had slowed down to a virtual crawl.
The stalemate continued for another sweaty ten minutes before, having snap-mared Laura, I stood back as she was on all-fours, dazed, trying to get to her feet. I raced at my fallen rival and dived at her, expertly hooking her lithe body and dragging her over. Laura let out a cry of surprise and I was across her again, keeping low with my wet breasts now slippery against her drained features. She bridged and fell down, her legs swimming against the canvas. But I was using my weight, not my strength. And with a feral cry, I laughed as Tina made a three-count and declared me the winner of the bout.
I rolled onto my side. I felt dizzy and distant, and for a split second, I was confused. The adrenalin rush had knocked my senses out of kilter, but I wasn’t so out of it to know that I’d won. I’d actually won my first real wrestling match!
I got to my knees and then my feet, my whole body aching and wet. Laura was getting to her feet and I walked over to her and we hugged each other.
“You’re a great wrestler, it was a good match,” I whispered into her ear as the audience clapped.
“You, too, we must have a rematch sometime,” Laura said. I smiled and said “Yes.”
We shook hands then parted, and I took a towel and walked back to my changing room feeling stiff and tired but happy. That had been one trying bout, and now I just wanted to get the wrestling boots and thong off and hit the shower. And that is exactly what I did the moment I closed the door behind me.
Having chatted with Tina, I said my goodnights and went outside to hail cab. To my shock, Kim was there in her Mercedes SLK. “I’ll bet you could do with a lift after all that grunting and groaning?”
I laughed. I didn’t need to be asked a second time. She had been secretly in the audience, right at the back and had enjoyed the bout. And as we drove into a steady stream of traffic, she asked me if I had began work on the story for the magazine. Of course, I had. And I was getting more and more involved in the experience. Kim was happy about that, and as we drove through the centre of town, she hinted at another secret match at her place.
I looked out of the window and sighed, a smile on my lips. “You do know this wrestling lark can get addictive, don’t you?”
“It’s certainly more fun doing than watching,” she said as she navigated the small Mercedes towards the suburbs. And I nodded in agreement.
She certainly had a point there, that was for sure, and we drove into the busy night with the soft sounds of the sea drifting through the open window as we took the coast road.
