The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 11

My phone buzzed and flashed to life. Angel was sitting next to me on the bench of the locker room and her phone lit up as well which could only mean one thing. Samantha was summoning us.

"Be in the weight room at 5:30. You know what this is about." Sure enough, it was Samantha, and sure enough, I did know what it was about. Three weeks had come and gone and the Queen of the Jungle tournament was upon us. I swallowed. There was a ton of money up for grabs, but more importantly, there was a shot at avenging myself against Angel, against Rebecca, and more importantly against Samantha.

I leaned back a little bit. Angel sensed my uneasiness. "Don't worry. I am sure you got in."

I smiled at her. Truth be told I wasn't even sure I wanted to be in the tournament. I might get a chance to beat Angel and Rebecca and Samantha again but they would also have another shot at embarrassing and humiliating me. Being buried in a landslide of sexual humiliations did not seem to be an enticing prospect. It was also a prospect that would not necessarily come to pass. I was stronger and leaner and faster and meaner. Nothing was so desirable as conquering woman after woman and then finally Samantha, and wiping the smug look off her face with a strap-on. I cast a long glance at Angel. Towards her my thoughts could be nothing but impure. She was looking so strong, so damn sexy in her blouse and pencil skirt. The Latina was even wearing glasses and looked like the foxiest librarian I had ever laid eyes upon.

While I wasn't exactly looking as good as Angel I was kinda bringing it. My jeans were tight and dark and my shirt was tighter and darker. A stark white Metallica was written across the front and Angel said she loved it because it made my brilliant red hair stand out. We had finished our workout not so long ago and were taking a bit of a break.

"Yeah. We'll see." I replied simply. There was a feeling that I was in. A quick check on the website showed that my little bout with Natalia was immensely popular and popularity was a criterion. Besides, I had a solid record in my matches at the Tigress.

"Say," I looked at my phone, "We have some time. Wanna go grab some coffee?" I asked.

Angel grabbed her bag. "Absolutely."

With our bags slung over our shoulders we made our way out of the gym. The Tigress wasn't as alive as it had been the past few weeks. All of the excitement of the past few weeks abated and a disquiet had taken its place. Every single wrestler here wondered whether or not they made it in. With only eight spots up for grabs and quite a lot of wrestlers potentially in the competition the game of musical chairs became strained. Angel and I weren't worrying one bit as we both hopped into my car and sped off to the nearest coffee shop.

Simple Coffee. That was the name of the joint and that was exactly what I ordered. Angel opted for some sugary milky concoction and we found a table in the corner.

"If you get in, do you think you will be ready?" She probed. Her eyes weren't taunting nor was her tone. She seemed genuinely concerned.

I was a little bit taken aback. "What do you mean?"

Angel puckered her lips to the side. "So this tournament is going to be the best of the best. We haven't ever had anything like this in my time here. Every girl is going to want to prove they are the top of the mountain. And every girl is going to want to have Samantha on her knees in front of them. Things are going to get a bit rough."

If it had been any other girl, I would have assumed it was a taunt. "I think so. You have seen what I did, how much I have improved. I am ready." My words were straightforward but my tone cracked near the end. I was nervous and my own voice betrayed me. I took a long sip of coffee to try and hide from it.

My friend wasn't going to let me run away like that. "Really?"

I put my coffee down. "I don't know. It felt like just yesterday that I joined the wrestling club and now I feel like I am on a cliff overlooking something deep and wide and massive. My body is ready. But..." but if I lost to Rebecca or Samantha or someone else during the tournament the bonus round would be longer and there would be some sort of audience probably. "But I have never really done something like this."

Angel leaned forward and smiled. It was almost miraculous how much her deep cleavage made me forget things. Shame her delightful chest couldn't make me forget everything. "You're riding a winning streak. Why not keep riding it? If you want me to tell you to quit and take the easy way out, you're sorely mistaken. Hell, I am not going to let you quit. You have improved too much to back out now. I am not giving you a pep talk because I think you are better than that. I am giving you a dressing down. Struggle, fight, win. That's what you have been doing and that is what you will continue to do."

I soaked in her words. The anlage of doubt was still there and I couldn't quite shake it. "But what if something happens? Like what happened between you and Rebe..." I didn't want to say her name. That felt like invoking that ravenhaired bitch's awfulness right there in the coffee shop.

Angel closed her eyes and shook her head. "That is not going to happen again."

The look I gave her was questioning, almost innocent.

Angel took a deep breath. "We are beyond that now. That was in the past. The future is all that matters now. The future is going to have vengeance and redemption." Her big brown eyes were focused straight through me as she spoke. The conviction with which she said the words was beautiful.

I cracked a smile. "And what happens if we face off during the tournament?" I asked.

"We will do what we always do. You and I will go at it like animals and then I am going to fuck you senseless again." She leaned back in her chair and casually flicked the long dark hair out of her face. "And if you remember our little bet I am going to get you again."

I feigned a look of rage. "I am going to smack your ass so hard you could ride the wave. I am going to make you scream so loud they'll hear you in Wyoming." I grinned.

"Oh please." She played with the collar of her blouse and caught me staring. It wouldn't have been that hard to catch me gawping at her and indeed several other patrons of the coffee shop were looking on as well. "I know you wanna suck these tits again."

That was part true and I flushed red. I wasn't about to just let her win this little game though. "I am going to ride you so hard you'll think a tornado hit you. I am going to fuck you so hard you won't walk for a week."

Too loud. That is what everyone said of me since I had been a little girl. My considerable volume was on display in the quiet little coffee shop, and we decided without speaking that it was perhaps time to leave. Our journey back to the Tigress was brief and we required a few laps before the packed parking lot finally relinquished a spot. When we walked in we found the interior to somehow be more crowded than the parking lot. If a news crew was there covering all the fit girls in one place I wouldn't have been surprised.

Despite all the commotion Samantha was undoubtedly the center of attention. She emerged from her office and glided towards the weight room. The crowd of women parted before her like the Red Sea as Samantha confidently walked towards the bench that had been her ad hoc platform last time.

With a quick step up she was there, towering over all of us mortals. The look on her face was shining and the uninformed might have mistaken that look for some genuine mirth. "Ladies..." She began and silenced the room in one word.

"First of all, I would like to say thanks to all of you for your patience. I wanted to give myself time to make the best tournament I possibly could. And I assure all of you your unwavering patience will be rewarded. When the pressure was on all of you performed admirably. Some," she paused, "of course better than others."

I had never seen her in a proper dress before, I don't think. It was a lovely light blue sundress that hung off her shoulders. The sundress showed off Samantha's body, and the owner of the gym had quite a lot to show off. A few weeks ago she absolutely destroyed me in body and mind. While I had been making a few gains since then it looked like she had been making more. I gulped. Even if I won and got another shot at this contemptible woman I might lose again. I did what I could to rid myself of those thoughts and kept listening.

"So this is what you have all been waiting for. You want to know who got in." She paused again and the woman loudly affirmed. A broad gesture of her arm was enough to remind me that not only was she a wrestler, an owner, and a psychopath, but she was a showman as well. "As you know, this is an eight woman single elimination tournament. I need not remind you of the rules concerning the bonus round as you will be informed of that when the time arises. So without further ado, in the first seed, I have selected Rebecca."

I looked at Angel in shock. The Latina looked dead ahead at Samantha with no significant change in expression. There were a few scattered cheers for her but for the most part the crowd was disappointed. No one really liked her.

"The number two seed is Angel." When I turned back to my friend she was smiling and I was smiling too. Being number two wasn't half bad.

"The number three seed is Natalia." She earned more applause than Rebecca did, despite her brutality. I had just come off a win versus that Russian brute, so I couldn't help but feel a tad confident.

"The number four seed is Jessica." Oh shit, she had made it. Almost no one applauded for her. At least Rebecca won clean- Jessica was a notoriously dirty fighter and not many girls had their anal virginity after they were done with her. I had scraped together a win against her though, so I-

"The number five seed is Rachel." My eyes were wide open in shock. Not only was I in, I was number five. I guess being popular had that effect. Angel patted my back and I smiled at her. It was a load off my chest to know that even if my career wasn't the longest, I could still pull people in.

"The number six seed is Torie." While I knew who she was, I didn't know her at all. She had flowing brown hair and matching green eyes that were big and luminous and made her look like an anime character. Whenever anyone needed her they knew where they could find her- in the squat rack. All that work paid off- she had thighs that could crush a skull and iron buns.

"The number seven seed is Maddie." Maddie was a whirling ball of Texas fury on the mats and a complete sweetheart outside of it. She was another woman who I have never had the pleasure of facing and would have been quite a treat in the bonus round. Her lovely round breasts would be the main attraction but those deep azure eyes were enough to send even the hardest of hearts into a tizzy.

"And in eighth place we have Yvonne." Good old Yvonne. Nice to see she didn't come all this way for nothing. She apparently arrived earlier than we did, and beamed with delight.

"One more thing. Our little experiment with onlookers worked out quite well, so I am upping the ante, so to speak. I have taken the liberty of purchasing another local gym. They have a lovely little basketball court which I have found suitable to turn into a proper auditorium. As we speak a crew is installing bleachers and a wrestling ring. Expected audiences should be in the thousands, if not more."

The crowd began to twitter nervously. Wrestling in front of the cameras was already quite a lot, but in front of thousands of real flesh and blood spectators? That was a different beast entirely. I glanced over at my friend to see if she could make some sense of it.

"No backing out now," she mouthed. I smiled. She was right, of course. I was on this path and I was going to go through with it. Spectators be damned.

"So feel free to invite your friends and family." She smiled. "I shall bring up the manner of compensation with the participants individually. The first round begins this Friday, and we will have the second spate of matches on Saturday. The semifinals are the week after, and so on and so forth." Samantha dismissively waved her hand.

"In the upper bracket, we will have the number one seed contend with the number eight seed. So Rebecca and Yvonne will be competing against each other to keep their tournament hopes alive." I wondered how that match would go. While I had beaten Yvonne, she was quite a formidable opponent. Still, it would be an upset if Yvonne won.

"The second match of the upper bracket will be the number four seed versus the number five seed. So Rachel and Jessica will become acquainted again." My heart sank. I had beaten her, this was true, but she was a notorious bad girl, and her soul would be burning with the desire for revenge. And my ass. Maybe not in that particular order. This would be a tougher match the second time around. Angel's warm hand wrapped around my arm to allay my fears and I was lucky to have such a friend.

"Our lower bracket will begin with the number three seed and the number six seed squaring off. Natalia and Torie will wrestle with each other on Saturday. Finally, our last match of the week is Angel against Maddie."

I grinned. Angel would be going against Maddie. While that wasn't a sure win, Angel was almost certainly going to be pretty strongly favored.

"Needless to say, I expect all of you to perform your best and put on a good show. The winner of course, will get a chance to wrestle with yours truly," she raised her hand, "should they be brave enough. Thank you for your time. The participants shall be receiving texts shortly. That will be all." As promptly as she began her little announcement she had ended it. Samantha once again retreated back into her office and the crowd lit up like the Fourth of July, debating snubs and arguing as to who would win.

"So you're starting off with Maddie..." I began.

"Sure am. Already faced her once. She was a relentless wrestler but she went down. Just like all the others." She put her hand on my hip as a subtle reminder of my defeats to her. Yvonne wormed her way through the crowd and was soon next to us.

"You are excited, yes?" Her brown eyes beamed at me.

"Oh absolutely. Things are gonna get weird." I said in mock boast.

A look of confusion crossed her face. "So if you win, you will fight the one seed, Rebecca."

It was my turn to be confused. Yvonne was of course correct and that began to dawn on me. "Uh, yeah, I guess I will."

"You are ready for her, no?" Yvonne was rocking high heels and a black skirt. Her white blouse was billowy and looked incredibly expensive.

That was the million dollar question. Yes, in body. In mind...well. I guess I even getting that chance was going to take quite a bit of work. I sighed. "Yeah I think."

Yvonne smiled. "I hope so."

My phone lit up. "$10,000 for the first round. $20,000 for the next. And so on and so forth. Come to me if you have any questions." Not bad at all, I thought.

The week positively flew by. A jangled mixture of nerves lust and hope filled all of us. Yvonne Angel and I worked out together to try and get ourselves in the best shape we could before the tournament began in earnest. My French friend and I were wrestling Friday and Angel would be going at it with Maddie the next day. We ran for what felt like a thousand miles and picked up many heavy weights. Our diets were clean and our hearts were ready.

Being in front of thousands of people would make things more complicated. The crowd would almost certainly howl with pleasure any time a girl did any sort of sexual move. If I were put in an embarrassing position, I would not only have to fight of a woman but the insults and jeers of the crowd as well. The solution of course was to never be stuck in that position but that was far easier said than done.

Friday took its sweet time in coming around. But sure enough, it did. I drove Angel and Yvonne to the other side of town, to the gym that was now owned by Samantha. I checked my text message again and again. The message from Samantha was simple: "You're fighting first. Go to the locker room marked "Away" in the back. Be there at 7:30. Your bout begins at 8." Prime time, I thought sardonically.

Yvonne related to me that she would be going afterwards. I would be kicking off the tournament, and I wanted to kick it off right. At 7:25 we entered the gym. It was a little bit bigger than the old Tigress, but it looked a lot worse. The gym equipment was old and the whole place had an air of uncleanliness, but no one was really there for that part. Samantha or someone had put up signs directing everyone to the basketball court that would serve as the arena.

A few scant signs served to point the wrestlers to the locker room but sure enough I found them. I looked up at the black and white sign that told me to turn left and back to my friends who were told to turn right. I looked at Angel and Yvonne and back at the sign. I took one frightened step towards the locker room and turned around.

Angel had an encouraging look on her face. She was wearing a red dress that made her look like she was about to go hit the clubs. For her, this was fun. Yvonne was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. For her, this was not. She would be wrestling right after me and would be facing down the number one seed. From the look on her face, one would not have guessed that.

"You're going to do fine. Relax, you have beaten her before." Angel did her best to rouse me, to rid me of my doubts.

Yvonne winked. "Put on a good display for me."

I had never been one for long eloquent speeches and sure enough my tongue failed me once again. I grabbed both of them and squeezed them in a big hug. My heart was already aflutter as I turned towards the away locker room, feeling like Yvonne and Angel gave me a very distinct homefield advantage.

When I flung open the door I saw my favorite gym owner sitting on the bench. She was wearing a blue skirt that covered her knees and a white blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to draw attention to her. The ensemble was rounded off with a suit jacket of the same blue as her skirt. The air around her seemed to be tense and the harsh look on Samantha's face did little to ease the situation. She didn't bother to stand up when I entered the room but her fashionable high heels did scrape across the floor.

"Hello, Rachel." Her eyes met mine.

I tensed up. "Uh, hi."

Samantha saw what effect she had on me and the edges of her lips curled into the faintest hint of a smirk. "This tournament is going to be a little bit different. We don't have the mat we usually do. As you might know we have a real ring this time. There will be a judge on all four sides. The starting positions are of course marked. But we will have corners this time. You are going to be fighting out of the blue corner."

I had done enough combat sports to know that she meant Samantha did not think I was going to win.

"Furthermore, I like it when you wear white. The fans appear to like it too," Samantha fluttered her eyelashes, "so you're wearing white." Samantha produced a white bikini and showed me the bottoms. In purple print the name Rachel was written. It was the first time since I played high school sports that I had a proper uniform. A weird sense of pride came over me. This tournament was a big deal and I had my own little outfit for it.

"I considered it a good idea to show off the toys that were to be used in the bonus round before the match begins. So what did you bring?" Samantha asked.

I clutched my bag. "Just my strap-on..."

Samantha furrowed her brow. "That's it?"

I nodded.
"Jessica brought a lot more. But if you are fine with that, whatever." Samantha extended her hand. I unzipped my bag and placed my strap-on in her hand.

"Scoring will be the same. I'm going to introduce you before the fight begins. My secretary will inform you on when to enter. Do you have any questions?" Samantha arched her eyebrow.

I shook my head.

"Of course not. Well, that will be all." Samantha got up and left for the impromptu arena. I disrobed and put my white bikini on. It was snug and made of fine material. I could not help but marvel myself in the mirror a little bit. My body was the fittest it had ever been, and I was ready to fight.

As I did my stretches, I knew that my opponent for the evening was ready to fight too. Last time we met I beat her and fucked her in the ass with her own strap on. That garnered quite a bit of attention and pissed her off to all hell and back. Jessica was not the most forgiving girl and she was almost certainly hellbent on revenge. I bounced up and down to get loose. The nerves were receding bit by bit as I ran in place.

This match was winnable. Tough, but winnable. Jessica might not cheat so much with so many people looking on, and four judges now. Should that little anal queen cheat, surely a judge would catch it and dock points for it.

I stopped. Hopefully, but that wasn't a sure bet. Knowing Samantha, there might be more points for crotch shots and scummy things like that. If Jessica won, she would surely shove her toys as far up my ass as they would go. No one had ever been in there before and Jessica taking that would hurt emotionally and physically.

The locker room I was in was cold and had little decoration. It was considerably bigger than the miniscule locker room that we used to warm up in at the Tigress. The chilly air and the quiet solitude of it gave me goosebumps. I could hear the crowd outside grow slowly. I couldn't quite see them but I knew the number was fairly substantial. The only ones I really worried about were my friends. As long as I had them on my side, I knew I was going to be ok. That little thought made the cold lonely locker room seem a little bit warmer, more personable. Samantha's secretary appeared in the door. "Two minutes."

I nodded. She disappeared and I walked to the door and put my ear against it. This felt like a long way from rock bottom and an even longer way from the innocent unknowing girl I was not so long ago. A voice on a microphone loudly blared something over a PA but I couldn't quite make out what it said. It was unmistakably Samantha's voice but the abysmal audio quality and the roar of the crowd ensured that the words were not clear.

I nearly fell through the door when Samantha's secretary opened it. "Uh, hold on a sec." She held a hand up to stop me.

"Introducing first, Rachel Sullivan." I was waved through and walked to the ring. The audience's cheers were deafening. The last time I saw a crowd that big was at a basketball game and my eyes were wide with surprise. It wasn't mostly dudes, as I thought it would be, but was fairly even in terms of guys and girls. A brief scan of the crowd told me that there might be a few more girls for a sixty forty split.

Samantha nodded as I stood on the blue mark. "The redheaded terror brought this..." Samantha raised my strap on and the crowd went wild, "to hoist her opponent on. Wouldn't you like to see that?" The audience shouted their approval. I basked in the glow of the crowd. Truth be told, I loved it.

"And speaking of her opponent, introducing Jessica Malinowski!" The brunette emerged from her own locker room. She was just as strong and fit as she was ever was. Her bikini was a lively red and the name Jessica was imprinted on the back of her bottoms in gold. She stepped up into the ring to a warm reception, glaring at me as she did so. "And let's see what Jessica brought along with her, oh this of course..." Samantha held a long, long strap-on up. It was black and looked like it would hurt. I shuddered.

"And these..." Handcuffs. Sheer metal handcuffs. I gulped.

"And this." A collar, similar to the one Samantha clasped on me. I closed my eyes. No backing out now, I thought.

"Now these ladies have history," Samantha continued, "and this fight is sure to be interesting. So let's cheer them on. Oh, and one more thing. The winner is keeping their opponent's bottoms as a trophy." I bit my lip. The bottoms that I had been so proud of might belong to Jessica before long. "Are you ready, ladies and gentlemen?" It seemed like the whole crowd was on their feet, stomping and clapping and hollering.

Samantha slinked out of the ring. "On my count ladies..."

Both Jessica and I faced each other on our marks. Jessica said something but the crowd was cheering too loudly to understand it. I just flipped her off and she returned the gesture.

"Three!"

Jessica was strong. Her arms were vascular which scared me a little bit. But I was strong too, and not prepared at all to just roll over.

"Two!"

If looks could kill, I would have been paste. Jessica wanted, needed revenge. And she wanted to come through me to win it. Hell, I wasn't sure she wanted to win. She probably just wanted my ass.

"One!"

There was a noticeable uptick in noise from the crowd. They were as ready as we were.

"Begin!"

I knew Jessica was going to tear at me. I saw it coming from a mile away. My choice was not to go forward as much as it was to go up. As she darted towards me I leapt in the air and swung my knee. It collided with her chest and the early going became very much in my favor. The brunette was in too much shock or pain to mount and effective resistance as I slid on top of her and twisted her leg into a painful submission.

She tapped the mat and I let her go. I thought she was mad before. Before, it was only her face that was red. Now it looked like it was her whole body. The crowd cheered at my early point and I returned to my mark. Jessica stomped her way back and before I knew it Samantha had announced the continuation of the match. The angry brunette stormed towards me. I tried the jump and the knee again but she was far too quick and wise for it. She didn't tackle me to the mat as much as she mauled me. I was on my back and fighting off submission after submission but soon I was overwhelmed by her strength and her unrestrained fury. A cruel hand wrapped around my neck and I was at her mercy in a choke.

I felt my air slowly running out as I thrashed against the powerful woman. Soon I had no choice but to tap the mat. The brunette maintained the hold before one of the judges sharply rebuked her from the sidelines. Jessica finally let my neck be and stood down. I took a few grateful breaths and meandered back to my starting spot. I was not particularly eager to have the crap choked out of me again and the crowd picked up on my reticence.

"Begin!" Came the sharp cry over the speakers.

Once again Jessica stampeded towards me. Instead of jumping I tried to dart to the side. The brunette grabbed me before I could make my mistake and hurled me down onto the mat. This time, instead of trying to deprive me of my oxygen, she tried to deprive me of continued use of my legs. Even though I fought off a series of binding leg submissions, she did find some success with a toe hold. I cried out in pain as my painted big toe was wracked with pain.

The temptation to perform a swift upkick was present. It would have been so easy, so quick, and it almost certainly would have gotten me free. But that was her way, not my way. Tapping also seemed like a good plan, but I was not prepared to just surrender all the momentum. I rolled and rolled and she failed to match it. I was free.

She was not quick enough to get on me on the ground and I took the opportunity to hop back up. We locked up, still standing. I could feel her incredible power with every fiber of my being and I had no option but to slowly retreat. But wrestling is not a competition of strength alone- with some agile movements I tossed her to the canvas skillfully.

The ring shook and the crowd roared. My heart was pumping like an eight cylinder engine and my body was tighter than a noose. I hopped on top of her and returned the cruel choke Jessica had held over me not so long prior. The brunette did not want to tap. I could see that in her eyes and feel that in her powerful struggling. She was a bucking bronco and I was a cowgirl, and the stakes were high. The time was ticking down on round one- if she could hold on, she could come away with a tie.

But she didn't. Jessica tapped the mat and Samantha declared the end of the round. I backed off of her. The balance of power was still somewhat precarious; I felt I had taken the round but not by much. Jessica's anger got the better of her as she stood up. She got up and walked towards me with a gleam of malice in her eye.

Samantha's voice came over the PA system. "Careful..." the reproach came. Jessica clearly thought better of the situation and backed off. I took the time to search the crowd and I spotted Yvonne and Angel, about halfway up, dead in the center. They smiled and waved and I smiled and waved right back. The call to return back to the starting spot shortened the moment and reminded me why I was there. To kick Jessica's ass.

We were on our marks, staring each other down. Jessica seemed like a hurricane descending on the coast. But I felt like a rock. "Begin!" rang around the gym and the announcement was met with cheers from the audience and a bulrush from Jessica. I didn't feel like stepping to the side and dodging nor did I feel like getting flattened. My stance was wide and my center of gravity was low. Time seemed to slow more and more with every step with every passing second. I braced. Jessica crashed into me with all the gentleness of an earthquake.

And I held. Jessica could not push me back. Even the tiniest step back was a retreat and that was far more than I was willing to give. She surged again and I held again. Our bodies clashed together with great force once more and once more I didn't move an inch. This frustrated Jessica and I felt a massive boost, inwardly and from the crowd. I used that energy to seize Jessica and throw her to the mat. On the ground she was easy pickings- I dove on top of her and in one fell swoop managed to pry her bottoms off of her and bind her leg into an excruciating submission.

She fought for longer than I thought she would but she tapped. Those lovely red and gold bottoms would be mine, my trophy. I disentangled myself from her and sneered down at her. Not only did I feel I was better than her, I knew it too. In no time at all, I would be humiliating her in the bonus round, I thought. I turned my back to her as I walked to my starting spot. The momentum was all mine and the only thing that remained for me to do was bury her.

I wheeled around on my spot, positively brimming with confidence. Jessica looked angrier still but it didn't matter. The cry to begin came and I tore at her. As I crashed into her, the brunette brought my momentum to a screeching halt. She picked me up, clear off the ground, and implanted me into the canvas incredibly painfully. The crowd roared its approval as Jessica pulled the strings to my top. After a moment of scrambling I was in a position to properly defend myself even with my chest bare for the world to see. Unfortunately Rebecca was in a position to properly attack and a cruel hand found its way to my throat.

Maybe I turned purple. I don't know. What I did know was that I sure as hell did not want to tap. She maintained the choke despite all of my fighting and I slowly felt the world go black. I knew if I passed out she would have free reign over my body and there would be no going back from there but I did not want to give this girl any satisfaction.

I closed my eyes and tapped the mat. I gave up the good for the great or as much great as I could get with my tits out. Jessica did not relent immediately and it was only a sharp cry from the referee that saved me from oblivion. I opted to stay on the mat for a bit to catch my breath for a bit. When I stood up the crowd hooted with pleasure. My chest was there for the cameras and the crowd and the world to see and I flushed with shame.

But there was no turning back. I believed that and would see this through to the end. And it wasn't as if I was getting squashed as Jessica's bare ass proved. We both returned to our starting spots. The "Begin!" came a little bit earlier than I wanted as I was still not fully prepared to fight after such a brutal choke. Jessica took advantage of my unpreparedness- she bounded forward and threw my exhausted body to the mat. I was not so tired as to not tussle with her when we were both on the ground and managed to stop her from twisting my leg into a submission. I was not so good as to keep my bottoms on me and Jessica got both strings and yanked.

Now I was fighting naked. I kicked Jessica as she tried once again to twist me into a submission, hard enough to drop her to the mat. Then I crawled over her and began to work my own magic. I got a little revenge when I pulled off her top and an even greater dose of vengeance when I secured my own choke.

Just as I struggled, Jessica struggled with the decision to tap or not. I could see the same cogs working and the same growing desperation. Unlike me, Jessica had a savior- Samantha called the end of the round just when she nearly reached the breaking point. I sighed and got off of her. We were both naked now and still in striking distance of a win. My body showed the considerable effort I had put in to the match in the sweat drenching my body and my long heavy breaths. The match had taken a lot out of me, physically and mentally, and now we were in the final stretch.

I told myself I could do this. I was fit and strong and capable. Just one more round and that would be it. We did not need a reminder to return to our marks. Jessica was there, crouched down and raring to go, as was I. The crowd woke up from its lull in the intermission and began cheering louder and louder. Samantha's dulcet tones came over the PA and we launched into it. The third round began with a flurry of action. Jessica and I launched at each other and vied for supremacy. We were completely wrapped up in each other. The struggle was as intense as it was long- finally after some wrangling, I tossed Jessica to the white expanse of canvas below us.

The brunette thought I was going to attack her upper body. That was a wise decision nine times out of ten but in that particular moment I was feeling particularly devious. I flipped her over and sat on her lower back and then inserted a singer into her sex. She yelped and tried to crawl away but I wasn't having it. The balancing act was almost as fun as working her increasingly wet vagina. The crowd lapped it up as well. Soon Jessica's movements became too much and I was unseated. But Jessica was now face up and I was still beside her. Jessica was defending low now and I went high and brought my toned leg down on her throat.

Jessica realized there was no escape from this particular choke and tapped my leg. I stood up and was greeted with a hearty roar from the crowd. They were here for sex and violence and just got a pretty solid measure of both. I gave them a wave and they responded kindly.

I returned to the starting mark, ready to begin our ritual anew. Jessica was slightly slower on the uptake but did find her way back to the red mark. Her rage was palpable. Sexual humiliation would do that to a girl. But she would have to funnel her anger into something useful and when the "Begin!" rang over the announcement system she sought to do just that. But I deftly dodged her rush and got in behind her. We were both still standing up when my arm wrapped around her throat and another found her sex. She groaned from exertion and moaned from pleasure as I began to insert my fingers deeper and deeper inside her. The crowd was beginning to go absolutely bonkers.

Jessica, however, was struggling more and more to escape this humiliating move. Before I knew it she was beyond my grasp and we were once again facing each other down. She surged towards me and I flipped her onto the mat. I was ready to take Jessica whole and grounded myself right next to her. In the ensuing struggle she wormed her way on top of me. Just as I had begun to prey on her womanhood, Jessica began to try and degrade me as well. She sat on my face and my muffled cries and furious struggles were not enough to dislodge her.

She seized both of my hands and pinned them to the mat and then began to grind her sex into my face. It was humiliating and although two strong legs were clamped around my head I could still hear the crowd hollering their approval. Samantha declared the end of the round and spared me more humiliation. Jessica stood up, leaving a trail of her juices on my face. I retched and wiped them off and got up myself.

Samantha was already in the ring with us. "Let's have one more round of applause for our lovely competitors." The crowd erupted once more. "Now I will confer with the judges and announce the winner." Samantha took her sweet time in conferring with all the judges. She went to all four of them and said her spiel and listened as they talked. The Tigress returned to the center with a smile on her face.

"The winner of our first match is... Rachel Sullivan!" The crowd sprang from their seats and showed their approval. I was awash with a feeling of relief and satisfaction. Samantha grabbed my strap-on that one of the judges had been holding for the match and gave it to me. "You may now take your prize."

I pointed to the ground. I did not want to dignify her with words. No, she deserved far worse treatment. She understood what I wanted and got on her knees in front of me. I pulled my toy on and the crowd waited with breathless anticipation. Then I guided Jessica's gaping mouth onto it. Something came over me- in that moment, I wanted to unleash brutality on this cruel woman. My toy reached the back of her throat and she began choking I forced my toy deeper and deeper still. She would know humiliation before me. She would know how dominant and powerful I was.

"Your turn." I held still and she began to bob her head on it. "Deeper..." I said and the brunette complied. She had been reduced to a choking sputtering mess and the crowd encouraged this shameful act. Soon I grew bored with it and decided that the real fun should begin. I pushed her down to the mat and rolled her over. Her ass was high in the air and her face was to the canvas. I smacked her ass a few times to the delight of the crowd before my soaking wet toy entered her ass. It sounded as painful as the first time I had taken her there. I grabbed a handful of that brown hair and used it as my crutch. It was mean and cruel and barbaric and Jessica was moaning like an animal. In that moment I felt strong. In that moment I felt unstoppable. In that moment I felt like the queen of the world.

The crowd cheered me on as I continued to devastate her. I couldn't decide which was more degrading and painful: the strength with which I thrusted or the torrential speed. Jessica began squealing like a stuck pig to my delight and I was lost in the sexual reverie.

"Time!" came the call from Samantha. Once again the crowd cheered as I stood up and flexed. The Tigress motioned me to return to my locker. It was disappointing as I was having so much fun but all good things must come to an end. I strode back to the away locker with my head high and my toy still dangling from my hips.

After I entered, I looked around for Yvonne. She was nowhere to be found so I sat down on the bench, still naked, to try and catch my breath. The match had been exhilarating as it was tiring, and I felt that I was out of steam. I had won. I would remain alive in the tournament. All that money could be mine and more importantly revenge. The crowd outside let out a cry of joy and I knew the next match was beginning. There was no particular rush for me to get back into the gym. I wanted to see Yvonne fight, sure, but I wanted to be at full strength before I did so.
The strap-on came off quickly and quietly and I put it on the bench. I was going to have to wash that fairly thoroughly. The panties that I pulled on were plain and white and the bra that I clasped behind my back was green and held me in place nicely. Just as I gathered to pull my jeans on, the door burst open. Samantha's secretary was standing there.

"Congratulations on your win. These," she produced the red and gold bottoms that Jessica wore, "are for you." I walked over and grabbed them out of her hand. It felt like the flag of a fallen fort. Maybe I could pin them above the headboard of my bed.

"Samantha passes on her congratulations as well. The check for your efforts will be sent to you sometime during the week," she continued robotically, "and you will of course be fighting next weekend. Also, I have been tasked with retrieving your toy. We will wash it for you and we planned on doing some promotional stuff with it."

I gave her the toy with no complaint. It would have gotten my rags dirty anyways.

"If you have no questions..."

"I don't have a question," I started, "but tell Samantha I am coming for her. And that strap-on," I gestured to the toy that she was hanging on to by the strings, "does not taste good."

She cocked her head at me and looked at me leery eyed. "Will that be all?"

I nodded. The little secretary girl walked out and the crowd roared again. The locker room was peaceful, unlike the maelstrom going on outside. It was better to take a minute to collect myself and my thoughts before going out there, I thought. I dressed myself and slung my bag over my shoulder and stepped out into the main part of the gym. The signs were easy enough to follow and soon I was in the makeshift arena. The ticket guy waved me through and son I was sitting next to Angel in the stands.

"How is Yvonne doing?" I plopped my bags down.

Angel shook her head. "Rebecca took the first two rounds easily, and this one isn't going so well."

From my point of view it didn't look so bad. While Yvonne was completely naked with her blue and red bottoms lying on the ground, she was in the process of pulling of pulling Rebecca's yellow and green bottoms off. So her darkhaired opponent was now as naked as she was, and her ample chest was jiggling with each movement. Rebecca seized Yvonne and threw her to the mat. Then she did what she did best- the darkhaired girl was on Yvonne in a flash, and her very large chest completely enveloped Yvonne's head. The French girl struggled desperately under Rebecca and the crowd began cheering for Rebecca.

That alone made me sick to my stomach. Then Yvonne tapped and I felt a little bit worse. As they both stood up my gaze was drawn to both of their bushes- even from a distance I could tell they were both well kept. Yvonne looked ragged and beaten while Rebecca was quite a bit fresher. Rebecca hopped up and glided back to the mat, while Yvonne schlepped her way to the red spot. On the call of go, both of them crashed into each other. They both struggled for control, and just as Rebecca gained it and threw Yvonne to the ground, Samantha called an end to the match.

I let out a groan. It was always going to be tough slogging, but I felt Yvonne had a chance. I didn't even get to see most of the match and Yvonne was shut down. Samantha conferred with the judges just as she had done with me and then proclaimed Rebecca the winner. The darkhaired girl slapped Yvonne in handcuffs. The crowd cheered wildly as Yvonne had her arms put together forcibly behind her back. Then she put the French girl on the mat with her face right against the mat. She put her slid her foot under Yvonne's face and bid her lick it.

Yvonne looked so humiliated as she complied. Rebecca looked dominant and proud as she put her hands on her hips and threw her hair back. The darkhaired girl ended that humiliation and promptly started another. She pulled her strap-on to her hips and made a jack off motion to the crowd. They ate it up. As much as I wanted to say I wasn't a little turned on my body refused to obey; I crossed my legs, bit my lip, and hoped nobody noticed. Rebecca entered Yvonne slowly at first, no lube. Yvonne moaned incredibly loudly but that was soon drowned out by a cacophony of cheers. Rebecca fed off those cheers and showed off her arms. They had gotten bigger.

With every thrust, her large chest bounced up and down. And it began bouncing quite a lot as Rebecca continued to ravage poor Yvonne. Her thrusts were coming in nice and deep and the French girl squirmed with pleasure. Rebecca grabbed her hair and gave her one final thrust, and that was it: Yvonne's orgasm was so visceral, so mindblowing that there was no mistaking what it was. Yvonne collapsed completely and Rebecca stood up again.

The audience roared their approval. But the darkhaired girl wasn't done yet. She flipped Yvonne over and guided her mouth to her exposed breast. I felt humiliated for my friend as she was forced to suck from Rebecca's breast like a baby. The darkhaired girl stroked Yvonne's hair as she scanned the arena.

Then she found me and we locked eyes. She smiled. I looked away. I was feeling so confident, so brash earlier. The consequences for losing were now all too apparent and Rebecca was a dominant wrestler. We would be fighting next.

Angel put her hand on my leg. "Have faith."

I looked at her and smiled. "No backing out now."

She pecked me on the cheek and looked back as Samantha called time. Rebecca stood up, grabbed Yvonne's bottoms and waved them over her head as she exited the main floor. One of the judges was kind enough to unlock Yvonne and she shuffled off to her own staging area.

Samantha reappeared as if summoned by some maniacal and lustful god. The Tigress was grinning ear to ear. "Thank you for being such a wonderful crowd. I hope you have all had a wonderful time this evening. Please, give yourselves a hand for cheering these wonderful and talented ladies on! Rebecca and Rachel will be contending with each other next week and tickets are available. We're all sold out for tomorrow, but I know we have a few of you coming back. So thanks, everyone, that will be all for tonight."

Just as she appeared, she disappeared into the crowd. Everyone began filing out, their lusts satiated by this propitiation of young women wrestling. Angel and I hung back. We wanted to console Yvonne, and we were her ride home.

We found Yvonne limping around and both of us provided a shoulder to lean on.

"Thanks," she said quietly.

We both nodded. Yvonne's tournament was over, but I was still alive, and Angel was going to fight the next day. The drive home was quiet and the long walk up the stairs filled me with something that was hard to describe.

I was excited, obviously. Rebecca was going to be my next opponent, and a crack at revenge was at hand. But she was so very tough. And then whoever emerged from the lower bracket after that. I shuddered. Whoever it was, they were going to be tougher. And then tougher still was Samantha at the end of the road.

I collapsed onto my bed, exhausted. Come what may, I was going to be ready. I was going to fight.

the tigress wrestling club

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