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Round 1 Match 4 – Matt v Paula

My last match had not gone well, and Donna had managed to squash any feeling of success from my earlier win. Fortunately we then had a few days gap while some of the matches caught up. Mike had won his second match, and since then Mike, Cathy and Hannah had both had more matches. Mike had now lost a match against a girl called Lena, with two matches still to go. Hannah had gone on a streak and won 3 straight matches, before finally losing to a girl called May in her group, with only one match left.

In our group, Cathy and I both had two matches left, including the match against each other. We had the final match of the 1st round for our group in a few days’ time, and I still hadn’t seen enough of Cathy in action to really know what to expect from her.

My first night off, the big news had been Donna and Jayne finally facing off. I had entertained hopes of them both ending up hating each other, and it was certainly an intense match up. Unfortunately, despite Jayne’s obvious annoyance at Donna taking the final win with a strong headscissor, they remained friends. Instead, Donna accompanied Jayne to her match later, watching her take out her frustration on Paula, who fell in two straight submissions despite putting up a tough fight.

On the next night, Donna had matched up against Paula in a surprisingly close match. Most, including me, had expected this to be an easy win for Donna. But it seemed that Jayne’s win had spurred Paula on, and she managed to trap Donna in the second round, catching her off guard as her legs caught her head, forcing her to submit for the first time in the competition. The anger in Donna’s face was frightening after that, and despite her best efforts, eventually Paula couldn’t hold her off anymore and was forced to submit, after Donna trapped her in a tight camel clutch.

Donna had then slowly taken Steve to pieces; that was the only match I saw that night, and it been cruel in the extreme. Steve had lost every match so far, and was almost visibly shaking as he stepped on to the mat with the dominant fighter in the group. He barely resisted as she used him as a practice dummy, working out the frustration of her earlier submission, before dumping him on his back, sparing a moment to give me a smile and a wink as she edged forward and started to grind on his face, reminding me of my own treatment at her hands. That left Steve with only Jayne left to face, something even he seemed to be regarding as a formality at this stage. That left Donna topping the group, after winning all her matches, and a pretty certain win against Steve would see Jayne comfortably in second place.

Paula had less luck later, with her next match against Cathy, with both of them looking for a win to help them say in contention for advancement to the next stage. I wasn’t able to watch, but Mike told me that Paula looked a good competitor for Cathy, and on most days would probably have been the favourite. Unfortunately, her match with Donna had taken too much out of her, and a fully fresh Cathy was able to take control easily. By all accounts, the match had turned quickly into a complete squash with an exhausted Paula being worked over quickly, and forced into two fast submissions in one of the shortest all-female matches of the competition.

Tonight I was facing Paula, both of us having lost to Donna and Jayne, but beating Steve. Paula had also been beaten by Cathy though, and I was going to be her last match and chance at a win. If Paula beat me, she would still have a slim chance to go through, but we both knew that she was out if she lost. Cathy was facing Jayne in her next match, and to be in with a chance, Paula needed to beat me, and hope Cathy lost to Jayne, and then me in our final match. In contrast, the rule requiring at least one of each sex to progress meant that if Steve lost to Jayne I was guaranteed to get through, not a great thought, but at least I knew I could keep going. The rule had originally been introduced to help the female wrestlers, but at the moment it was keeping me in contention for round 2!

Walking over to the mat, I could see Paula already stretching ready. She was around 5’2 and 110lb, her small and light frame making her look like this would be an easy match, but that made her about the same size as Jayne, who had already beaten me, and I was well aware that she had managed to make Donna submit. Her white bikini contrasted sharply against her black skin, set off by her loose, shoulder length her, dyed a sharp blue. Her figure, though small, was firm and toned, giving a hint of the strength, particularly in her legs. I knew she was a sprint runner, and it showed in her firm and toned thighs.

Stepping up on to the mats, I looked across at her, my 6’2 frame seeming to dwarf her, but she gave no sign of intimidation as she just smiled at me. After the performance I had given against Donna and Jayne, it was hard to blame her lack of her concern. Taking a breath I glanced around, seeing Mike, Cathy and Hannah all watching, giving them a quick smile and a wave. I knew Cathy was wrestling tomorrow, and knew that if I won here, there was a strong chance that both of us were clear to progress in to the final round.

Rolling my neck and shoulders to loosen up a little, I stepped up on to the mat as the ref motioned us to begin. This was my third match against a female competitor in this competition, and after two humiliating losses I wasn’t about to take Paula lightly. Dropping quickly into a crouch, I circled cautiously, watching her closely as I tried to judge her movement and quickness. For her part, she seemed equally cautious, moving slowly as she matched my stance and movements, in sharp contrast to the aggression displayed by Jayne and Donna.

Finally, I saw an opening and decided to take it, as we circled I suddenly lunged forward, hoping to catch her off guard as I went for her hands, aiming to quickly interlock my fingers with hers as I tried to use my big size advantage to get a quick control. Feeling our hands meet I almost smiled as I tried to push forwards into her, and found myself meeting no resistance at all. Stumbling forwards, caught off guard by her lack of defence I saw her drop back, too late to slow myself as she skilfully used my size and momentum against me, dropping to her back as she pulled me forwards off balance, her feet kicking up smoothly into my stomach as she easily used her legs to send me sailing over her, letting me crash to the mat on my back. ‘Uurrghh!’ I grunted at the impact, both surprised and embarrassed at her quick takedown move as I tried to react, rolling as soon as I hit to get back to my knees facing her.

The size difference between us meant I was barely shorter than her as I got to my knees, but to my surprise she hadn’t followed up with an attack. Despite her quick takedown she had backed off again, letting me rise to my knees, a little wary of her tactic as I circled again. Taking slow breaths as I tried to keep calm and control my frustration at being dropped like that. Moving in more cautiously this time I edged slowly closer, bring us to almost within arms-length, as she continued to simply circle, her hands up ready, but not trying any form of attack.

Finally I reached out, this time going for her head as I wanted to pull her down, hoping I could get her bent over and set up for a headlock, but before I could grab on tight she suddenly dropped to the mat to the side, her legs kicking up to scissor mine as she hit the ground at my side. Taken by surprise I felt one leg hit the back of knee as the other swept at my foot in a drop toehold, completely off guard as I stumbled forward, getting my hands up quickly to block my fall as I crashed down on my front. This time she didn’t hesitate, I felt her body rolling up on top of mine, her legs still scissoring my ankle, behind my leg back painfully as her hands grabbed for my chin, yanking my head back hard as she started to bend my back. Groaning I grabbed for her wrist, my back, neck and leg all starting to ache as my smaller opponent worked me over, gritting my teeth I pulled hard on her wrist, trying to unfasten her grip, pushing back with my leg against her stronger leverage to try to fight free.

The slow start had clearly given me a false sense of security, this woman was quick and obviously knew her stuff, I was starting to realise how she had managed to get a submission from Donna, so far she had just used my bigger size against me and let me take the attack. Yanking down hard on her wrist, I could feel her slowly losing her grip, my size and strength finally helping to give me an edge here, gritting my teeth I held off my submission until she finally abandoned my head, switching her hands to the back of my head as she slammed me face first into the mat.

Gasping I felt her untangle her legs, but she made no move to get off me, and as I tried to clear the cobwebs I felt her firm butt press on my lower back as she simply edged up to straddle me. Her arms went back for my head again, and I realised she was trying to aim for a camel clutch, trying to avoid that I shoved hard off the mat with my right arm and leg, trying to topple her off and get us rolling. Feeling her start to go, she reacted quickly again, my mind racing as I realised this bitch was too quick, as we rolled she grabbed my hair, scooting up a little as she let me roll with her, bringing us face to face as she kicked her legs up for my head, pulling me fast into a tight headscissor.

I felt her hands tugging me in close as her thighs locked around me, my eyes widening as I found my face press close to the crotch of her bikini bottoms, in other situations this might have been an appealing position, but right now all I felt as pain as her thighs tensed around my head, ‘MMPHHHH!’ my immediate cry was muffled in her crotch as it felt like my head was being crushed, witnessing the power in her thighs I realised this was the move she had managed to make Donna submit to, and I felt the fear I would follow the same way.

Struggling I grabbed at her thighs, feeling their strength I immediately knew I wasn’t pulling them apart, slowly I managed to work my knees under me, pushing off the mat as I raised myself, pulling her lower body off the mat with me. My head was swimming, her thighs retaining their tight grip as she tried to get the submission, my body was shaking as I held her thighs, feeling the fog growing as I pushed up higher, forcing her legs up above her body as I used my height to my advantage, forcing her up almost to her head.

By now I wondered if she would release the hold, but in her position she clearly felt this was her best option, and continued the tight pressure on my head, her hands dropping away to support herself, but my head still firmly trapped, my position left my nose rested lightly on crotch, my mouth buried firmly, ensuring that every breath I struggled for made me acutely aware of my position as her scent flooded my head. Finally as I pushed I managed to work her over, her back bending as I crawled forward over her head, I should have felt elated at finally getting in an offensive position, but my head was starting to fog, the light flashing in my eyes a little as her scissors took hold of me.

I could vaguely hear shouting from the small crowd, but it was impossible to understand what they were saying or who they were shouting for as her thighs surrounded my head, leaving me struggling to hear anything over the sound of my own blood pumping. I was dimly aware of the ref moving in closer, checking us both as I bent her back a little further, as my body started to sway. I could feel the blood rushing to my head, gurgling a little as I felt myself so close to the edge, hands twitching as I considered submitting to her too late, I was distantly aware of her shouting something as well as my body finally went limp and I collapsed into darkness.

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I was slowly awoken as I felt something slapping against my face, blinking as my eyes opened, the room seeming so bright as I saw Mike and Hannah kneeling above me, Hannah slapping my face none-too-gently as she tried to revive me ‘HEY!’ she shouted, waving her hands in front of my face ‘YOU STILL WITH US??’. Groaning I slowly shook my head and started to rise, feeling Mike grab me to help me to a seat at the side. Glancing over I saw Paula also being assisted at her chair ‘guess…she won?’ I groaned with frustration. ‘Not…exactly!’ smirked Hannah. As I looked at her questioningly, Mike stepped in ‘you got knocked out, but the ref was in the process of ending the round, she was submitting as you bent her back!’. ‘WHAT?’ I gasped, in surprise, instantly regretting it as I felt a lance of pain through my head, ‘so…what happens now?’ As Mike started to ref approached instead ‘you ok to continue shortly?’ he asked, looking concerned ‘given the end of the last round, I’ve allowed a ten minute break for you both, and called it for both of you – you got a submission, she got a knock out, it was too hard to tell which came first so you each score, and we will go into the final round, ok?’. The news totally changed my tone, I’d been taken out, but at least I had managed to score a submission, and from the look of Paula, the final move had caused her some pain, leaving me a slim chance. Taking a breath I gave the ref a quick nod, letting him move across to check on Paula.

As Mike and Hannah moved back to their seats, Donna suddenly slipped by to smirk at me ‘let yourself get knocked out again I see?’ she mocked me as she moved past, my face flushing in embarrassment and annoyance, I was unable to resist calling after her ‘maybe, but I heard that YOU submitted in that hold? Did she make you beg or just tap?’ We were close, and my words were quiet, so I don’t think anyone else heard me, but nonetheless I saw Donna’s face darken in anger and wondered if I would regret my off the cuff retort.

Finally, the ten minute break was up and after one last drink of water I stepped back up on to the mat to face Paula one more time. Looking across at her, her face looked far angrier than before, clearly annoyed at being made to submit when she clearly had me trapped. From my side, I knew that in reality I had made that submission purely on account of being so much taller than her; she had been in control for the whole of the first round and had countered everything I did. This was going to be no easy contest, but I was determined to put up a fight. If I managed to finish Paula and beat Cathy, I would go through on merit, NOT just on account of being male!

Dropping back into a crouch, I brought my hands up ready, technically I had little doubt she was better than me. She had proven that repeatedly in the first round, countering every attempt I made to simply outmuscle her. I knew a full attack wasn’t going to work. However, the calm and composed manner she had in the first round was gone, and I wondered whether being made to submit had caught her off guard and knocked her confidence.

Stepping a little closer I kept myself tensed and ready, determined to let her come to me this time, knowing I couldn’t let her counter me into another takedown, I wasn’t sure I could survive another round in her powerful scissors. I watched as she slowly circled, realising I wasn’t going to attack her as she weighed up her options. Finally she lunged for me, her hands coming high as I brought mine up to meet her, but it was clearly a ruse as she charged in and brought her knee up to my stomach hard ‘uurrrghhh!’ grunting at the impact I doubled over as she grabbed at my head, yanking me down. My hands came up instinctively, grabbing for her thighs as she tried to force my head back between her legs again, trying to hold off the panic as I struggled to avoid a quick submission.

Desperately, I dropped fast to one knee, my hands going to her legs as I yanked forward, pulling her feet out from under her to drop her onto her butt on the mat. Smiling as I heard a satisfying grunt, as she land heavily. Pushing forward, I quickly slid up to sit on her thighs, trying to keep her legs pinned and out of the match as I went for a controlling pin. As I did so she grabbed for my hair, yanking me down painfully on top of her ‘AAHHH!’ I couldn’t hold back a yell as my scalp burned as she bent me over on top of her, still straddling her legs but feeling her arm coming up to pull me down into a headlock, pressing the top of my head to the mat.

I grunted as I grabbed at her wrist, trying to loosen her grip to sit back upright again, but as I did she was able to buck with her hips, using my unbalanced position to roll us over as she dumped me off her legs. I could feel the sheen of sweat on her body, as well as my own, the tough battle making us both struggle as she finally managed to slide on top of me, forcing me down on my back as she pushed up to sit on my stomach.

Bucking my hips, I tried to shove her back off, my size helping but ultimately just giving her an opening as she tried to slide up to sit on my chest instead, her knees sliding up to rest on my arms as she tried to secure a full pin. ‘I’m gonna pin you or scissor you!’ she yelled down, trying to get under my skin ‘which you prefer?’, the anger in her face and voice was evident as she looked to avenge her earlier submission, suddenly she lifted as she went to move forward again, knowing she was going to either sit on my face , or roll into a scissor I pushed up with my arms desperately. Her smaller size and position as she edged forward helped, my arms pushing up under her knees tipping her back as she edged up to my face.

Her weight dropped, and I found myself staring up at her toned butt as it dropped onto my face, before her body dropped back onto mine. Feeling her back on my chest, her resting on my stomach I quickly wrapped my arms around her from behind, pulling her in tight as I tried for a bearhug. By luck, my arms came outside hers, effectively trapping them as I started to pull her in. I felt her body writhe and squirm above me, forcing her ass to rub into my face, pushing my nose firmly into her butt as I tried to hold this humiliating position and get her to submit. I felt my arms tensing as I pushed my body to the limit, trying to move and turn my head a little to keep breathing as her ass rubbed against my trapped face.

Finally, I heard her cry out her submission as she stopped bucking and the ref called for the bell, groaning I released the hold, my arms flopping to the mat in relief to let her roll off. Instead, I felt her push up as she moved to sit up straight ‘MMPHHH!’ my protests cut off as she waited a moment, sat dominantly on my face as she caught her breath before the ref suddenly realised the position and pulled her up ‘oops…sorry!’ she glared down at me, ‘guess I was just a bit out of it!’. I groaned on the mat, I had won, but I don’t think anyone watching would’ve thought so as I lay splayed out on the mat, she had pushed me close in both rounds and as I struggled to my feet I knew that had been a lucky point in both rounds.

Taking a moment to catch my breath I saw people starting to move around, getting ready for the next matches to start, I knew the others would be wanting to see me, but despite getting a final win, I needed some recovery time and after quickly dressing I made my way to the back door, hoping to sneak out through unnoticed. Edging out I found myself round the back of the centre as I started to head for home, still catching my breath.

Walking through I suddenly felt something hard hit me from behind as I was thrown forward, slamming hard into the wall ‘urrghh..what the..’ I gasped as I started to turn, only to be hit with a hard slug to the stomach that doubled me over ‘thought you could back talk me huh?’ I heard a familiar voice growl from above and felt my insides go cold as Donna’s hand entwined itself in my hair before she brought her knee up sharly, connecting hard with my head, snapping it back as I fell to my knees in front of her.

‘Wait…don’t…’ I gasped, but didn’t get anything else out as she slapped me hard across the face ‘speak when I tell you to bitch!’ she snarled down at me, grabbing for my hair as she yanked me back up to my feet. Her hand slipped quickly between my legs, grabbing my butt as she suddenly lifted me off my feet, holding me across her body as she lifted and then dropped to one knee, slamming my body hard across her thigh. ‘AAHHH!’ I cried out in pain as she dumped me off into a heap on the hard ground.

Groaning, I struggled to get my hands and knees under me, pushing up slowly, but I got no further. As I started to rise, Donna lifted her foot and stomped down hard on my head, the heel of her boot connecting solidly, sending me back down forcefully before kicking me over to my back.

I offered little resistance as she rolled me over and stood over me, letting me see her for the first time since her beatdown began, I saw she was wearing tight blue jeans, with knee high black leather boots, her white vest top clinging to her, leaving little of her toned and powerful figure to the imagination. My head was still spinning as she lifted her foot and placed the sole of her boot directly on top of my face ‘DON’T MOVE!’ she ordered sternly. Lying there, her boot on my face, I wanted to turn my head, wanted to get her off my face, but my body was exhausted, after a tough match and a hard beatdown, I knew I couldn’t fight her. Obediently I lay still under her foot, groaning feebly as I heard her laughing down at my submissive behaviour.

‘Good boy!’ she mocked, talking to me like a dog as she stood dominant, finally she lifted her boot and reached down for my hair again, yanking me back over and on to my hands and knees ‘I want an apology for your rudeness!’ she called down to me ‘I want you to kiss my boot and apologise, or I will beat you to within an inch of your life you pathetic weakling!’.

Hearing her words, I flushed, staring down at her boot as my mind raced. Facing her fresh in a match, she had beaten me easily, now here I was tired from a long match, and at the back end of a beatdown, I couldn’t deny she could do it. If I didn’t comply she could destroy me, I had little doubt she wouldn’t hesitate to deliver. Flushing red in total humiliation I found myself lowering my head as I pressed my lips to her shiny black boots ‘I’m…sorry…I was rude to you…Donna’ I stammered weakly, meekly kissing her boots as I tried to stop her beating on me anymore.

‘That’s better, you are ALMOST forgiven!’ she giggled, ‘but keep kissing, ALL of my boot, THEN..’ she paused tracing her finger slowly up her long leg to show me, ‘you can kiss right up the length of this thigh that crushed you so easily, until you are kissing my ass like a good little loser!’

I should probably have stopped to think, to consider, but I didn’t. My decision had been made the moment my lips touched her boot, I needed to avoid another beating. ‘yes…Donna’ I almost sobbed, feeling utterly broken as I slowly raised my head, my lips kissing softly up the side of her boots, to her jeans, my hands sliding to her for balance as I made my way up, feeling her slowly turn until I was holding her hips and staring at her perfectly formed ass, encased in her tight jeans. Leaning forwards I pressed my lips to her butt, kissing first her left cheek, then the right as she finally reached back and grabbed my hair, forcing my head forward, making me kiss squarely on the crack of her ass as she looked to finish her complete humiliation of me. Her hips pushed back as she roughly ground her jeans-clad ass against me, abusing my face until she finally relented.

Feeling her step away I sagged back in relief as she turned and grabbed my hair again ‘almost done with you’ she winked down at me, looking like she had barely broken a sweat beating me down. Stepping forward, her knee shot up again, catching me square on the forehead as I slumped back to the ground in a groaning heap. As I lay there, barely conscious, there was little I could as she reached down and wasted no time stripping off my clothes, leaving me beaten and naked on the hard floor.

Seeing her step away, I heard a strange scraping noise, before she grabbed me by the wrist and roughly pulled me up again, my body almost limp as she dipped and lifted me, holding me hanging over her shoulder as she carried me a couple of steps. ‘This is where you belong!’ she giggled as she dumped me off her shoulder, falling until I felt myself landing on something soft and wet, groaning I blinked, looking around to find myself staring at sacks of rubbish, and realised, the bitch had dumped me naked into a skip! Squirming I looked up at her, ‘please..you can’t..’ was all I got out as she leaned over and slammed a solid punch to my face, dropping me back down as I slumped, feeling the world fade once again as I heard the rough scraping of the lid being pulled shut, dropping me into darkness before I faded out into complete unconsciousness.