So Carole had challenged me and I had accepted, Jay had given us a date and so the fight was on, wasn't it?
Of course, it wasn’t quite that straight forward. There were details to sort out and things to be agreed before we could climb into the ring.
Was she happy with our rules? Yes, she was. She was used to fighting single fall matches but was happy with the multi-fall format we use.
Was she willing to fight topless (I secretly hoped she would)? Yes, of course, she was proud of her body, she’d fight naked if we wanted.
Did she mind fighting in front of a predominantly female audience with a few men in attendance? No, not at all.
Did she mind being videoed? No, provided there was no gratuitous sex.
Was she happy for the video to be sold if she got a royalty? Yes, provided she had some editorial input to the finished product. Like anyone she could use the extra money.
Was she happy to come to the club and have our doctor give her a medical check before allowing her to fight? Of course she was (she passed with flying colours).
With the boxes ticked the fight was on. All I needed was a strategy to give me a chance against a much larger woman. I knew straight away that I’d never be able to lift her. I might manage the odd hip toss but getting her down on the mat and pinned would be a challenge. Whether or not I could beat her would depend on how good she was and how fit she was.
I tried to track down some video of her fighting but I didn’t find much. What I did find showed she knew what she was doing and that was enough to get me worried. I heard she was training with Suzi and asked Erica if she could secretly film them in action. She refused but said she’d watched them and Carole would be no push over.
By the day of the fight I’d worked out a strategy of sorts: Stay on your feet. Don’t let her get on top of you. Keep out of corners. Don’t try to lift her. Use your agility. Wear her out. All pretty straight forward stuff. It may be true that the bigger they are the harder they fall but it’s also true that they’re harder to knock down. My best hope was to wear her out. My biggest fear was being crushed by her bulk.
Finally, it’s show time – I enter the ring first wearing my short silk kimono. As Jay starts the announcements, I watch my opponent climb into the ring in the red corner wearing a long robe that goes some way to concealing her size.
“Ladies and gentlemen, our final match of the evening is a catch weight contest between two senior fighters. In the blue corner 52 years old, standing 5’8”, measuring 38C-29-42 and weighing in at 155lbs, our reigning senior champion – Ellen!”
The crowd applauds as I slip off my kimono; I’m wearing my favourite black briefs with the polka dots and trim. I know I look good and the applause relaxes me. Then Jay turns her attention to my opponent.
“And in the red corner, a newcomer to our club, 42 years old, standing 5’5”, measuring 42DD-38-46 and weighing in at 220 lbs – Carole.”
The crowd gasps as she steps forward and slips of her robe to reveal herself. We come together for a briefing from the ref and I get my first chance to really look at her. She looks stunning, at least to me; pale skinned and plump, her face framed by those brunette ringlets, ample boobs with large nipples above that belly and bootilicious bum. I'm taller than her but in every other respect I look positively petite - and I think of myself as a big girl! She’s wearing navy blue gym knickers with a high waistband that helps to support her ample waistline. She looks huge and powerful, I have no doubt she’ll squash me given the chance, but at the same time timid and shy behind those curls. I want her and I want her now, but first there’s the small matter of a fight to be resolved.
Briefing over we return to our corner to await the bell. She looks nervous, although I can’t think why. Then I remember this is her first proper fight in ten years – I felt the same when I got in the ring against Rachel 5 years ago.
In my head I keep reciting a little mantra I’ve made up: “whips and clotheslines, not slams and suplexes”. It’s pretty simple logic. A wrestler’s weakest part is her back and the best way to protect mine is not to lift her. Being heavier than me she’ll also be worried about her back, the more posting and clotheslines I can get in the better.
The bell rings and we’re off. Well, not quite, we’re on our feet but we circle round the ring sizing each other up and it’s a good thirty seconds or so before we close in and lock up for the first time. I come off worse as she grabs my right arm and tries for a hammerlock. I manage to twist out but she flips me to the mat. She still has hold of my arm so she jerks me back up and flips me again. She repeats the move and then goes for a splash but I roll clear and she hits the mat. We get to our feet and I get hold of her arm and whip her into a corner. She hits the turnbuckle and drops to her knees. I close on her as Jay starts counting.
At 5 she gets up and, as she does so, forearms me in the gut. God, that hurt! I drop to my knees and, as I go down, she knees me in the chest and puts me flat on my back. Jay starts the count as I roll over and get to my hands and knees. OK honey, if that’s the way you want it…
I get up at 8 and we face off. I hit her with two scissor kicks to the gut and she drops to one knee. I follow up with a kick to the side of her head and she sprawls face down on the mat. She comes to her knees shaking her head and then gets to her feet at 8.
As she gets up, she offers me her palms, fingers spread and we lock up. Very quickly I get a sense of her strength as she starts to push me back. I fight back and twist and suddenly I’m behind her and she’s caught in a scarf hold. I pull back hard and plant my right foot in her back for leverage. She drops to her knees as I pile on the pressure. She’s trapped and gasping for air. Jay asks if she wants to submit. “No” she croaks. I keep winding up the pressure. Her face is bright red. Again, Jay asks and again she refuses. After 30 seconds she’s starting to turn blue. Jay asks a third time and she concedes. The bell sounds. I release the hold and she flops forward on her hands and knees, gasping for breath. Round one to age and experience but I can see she’s not happy.
Between falls I look across at her sat on her stool, she looks like a Buddha with the face of a Venus. Her hair is even curlier now and sticks to the side of her flushed face with the sweat from her exertions – there’s no denying she looks incredibly sexy right now. I suppress the urges rising in me and prepare for the next fall.
The bell sounds and we come together in the middle of the ring. As I go to lock up she hits me with a solid forearm that knocks me flat on my back. I’m surprised and dazed and I take a 6 count to get back to my feet. Then she forearms me in the chest again, twice. I go down again and take my time getting up. I think to myself: ‘It’s a bit early to be going for a knock out that way, honey.’ But the truth is those smashes hurt and there’s a limit to how many I can take – I need to get back in control before she does me some damage.
She goes to hit me again but I grab her arm and whip her into the ropes. As she bounces back, I clothesline her to the mat and go for a leg drop across her throat. That hurt and she takes her time getting up.
I take her by the arm again. This time I whip her into a post and follow up with a full body check. The ring shakes with the impact but she stays on her feet. I grab her by the arm and pull her out of the corner. Suddenly force of habit takes over and I pull her up short to toss her. I’ve done it many times with smaller fighters but didn’t plan to try it on her. To my surprise it works and she lands heavily on her back but I’ve jarred every part of myself and I’m in no state to follow up.
She rolls over and gets slowly to her feet facing me. I decide to go for a tried and trusted approach to pinning a large opponent. Launching myself at her from a crouch I head butt her stomach as I grab her thighs and she goes over backwards. I follow through, folding her up and trapping her calves under my armpits. The camera catches a beautiful rear view of us. Her arse raised in the air with me on top and between her legs as Jay counts the pin. The bell sounds and it’s “second fall” to the old lady.
I release the hold and come to my knees as she uncurls and plants her feet either side of me. I look down at her, flat on her back, arms out and breathing hard and, for a brief second, I picture us in different circumstances, naked and me with a strap on – down tiger!
I get to my feet and go back to my corner. She stays on her back for another 20 seconds or so, breathing hard, before rolling over, getting up and walking to her corner. Six minutes in and it looks like my plan to wear her out is working but there’s a long way to go yet. So far the action’s been mostly one way but I know she hasn’t fought for a while and I sense she’s feeling me out.
We come out for the third fall and again she hits me with a series of forearms to the chest, pushing me back onto the ropes. Then she throws me across the ring. I have no idea what happens next so I’ll resort to the video.
The camera shows me sitting on the mat with a dazed look on my face as she charges in behind me and delivers a drop kick to my back. I go flying and end up face down hanging over the bottom rope with my head outside the ring. She lands heavily on that fat backside and Jay is straight there, shouting at her, inches from her face and signalling a public warning for attacking me when I'm down. Good old Jay, at least the ref’s on my side.
I’m just coming to as Jay comes over to check me out. She gives me a few seconds to gather myself and then starts counting. I twist round and pull myself up by the top rope. I’m standing outside the ring and Carole charges across and forearm’s me straight off the apron. I land heavily on the floor. Jay remonstrates with Carole but this time there’s no public warning and she’s waiting for me as I slip back into the ring under the bottom rope.
I go to stand as the count reaches 9 and immediately get a knee to the belly that puts me down again. I get up at 8 and a double handed smash to the shoulders puts me down again. I get up at 8 again and this time I grab her left arm. I manage to trap it in a hammer lock and for the next minute or so we are locked in a trial of strength. Initially I force her to her knees. She’s screaming in pain but refusing to submit. Slowly she starts to push back. She gets to one knee. Then she makes it back to her feet. Then she makes a sharp twist, breaks free and reverses the hold. Suddenly it’s me screaming and sinking to my knees. But then she yanks me back up again. She tries to hoist me in the air but, luckily for me, our height difference prevents it. I spread my legs a little to brace myself and am rewarded with a solid knee to the groin. I scream, retch and drop to my knees in agony.
If there’s one thing experience has taught me it is ‘don’t prolong pain unnecessarily’. If you’re caught in a submission hold and can’t see an obvious way out then submit as soon as you can, and that’s just what I do. She releases the hold and I stay on my knees massaging my abused arm and pussy.
After a few seconds rest I stand up and make my way back to my corner. Jay announces the fall. I’m still in the lead but she’s pulled one back and I’m keen to avoid a repetition of that sort of treatment. Erica massages my arm and asks if I’m OK. I reassure her that I’ll be fine; the pain has eased now. I look across at Carole who is staring intently at me, looking for any sign of weakness. Her fighting style is changing by the minute. Her opening moves were very pro style; dramatically visual, high impact stuff, but now she’s settled in she’s more measured, using her power more effectively – which is bad news for me.
The bell sounds for the start of the fourth fall and I’m keen to re-establish my lead. I run across the ring to lock up but she stops me dead with a huge forearm that puts me on my back. I roll over and get to my knees. I stand up and immediately drop back to my knees as she brings her linked arms down on my shoulders. I go to stand again, she’s still behind me and suddenly I’m caught in a full nelson. She jerks me back and knees me in the bum and suddenly we’re both sitting on the mat. She raises her legs and locks them round my waist. I’m in serious trouble now. I’m just about to tap out when she rocks back lifting me off the mat. She rolls forward and smashes my tailbone into the mat.
I scream and throw my head back, catching her full in the face. She falls back releasing the hold. I’m sat between her legs; she’s flat on her back, one hand rubbing her bruised nose. I get slowly to my feet rubbing my abused bum. She rolls over and slowly gets up. The count reaches 9 as we turn and face each other.
I manage to secure a front headlock and deliver a knee lift to her belly. She drops to her knees clutching her middle. I keep the headlock on and step around her. I try for a body scissors but I can’t get my legs around her. I lock my right arm around her throat and content myself with a sleeper/choke hold. She tries to pull my arm away but the hold’s locked on tight. She’s soon red in the face again and, after a few seconds, frantically waves her submission, fourth fall to me.
I release the hold and she pitches forward. Again, the camera catches it brilliantly. Me on my knees with my pussy against her arse, her in front of me on her hands and knees, those big udders of hers swaying gently, nipples just above the mat. Once again I’m thinking strap on and you can see my own nips are rock hard.
We’re over half way through the match and it’s been going well for me so far. I have a solid two fall lead but I’m about to make a major mistake.
