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Old Website -Dean Rebel - www.markf30.com
Hi, does anyone remember/ have stories from this website? I cant access it on the archive as the archive does not support its file types. The guy wrote under the name dean rebel and the site was [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]
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Re: Old Website -Dean Rebel - www.markf30.com
I loved that site!
I also wrote a few stories for it. I think Dean rebel was wonderful. I have a few of his old stories saved. What is the forum policy about posting content from other authors? |
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Re: Old Website -Dean Rebel - www.markf30.com
It's fine if it's attributed as far as I know! Go for it
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Re: Old Website -Dean Rebel - www.markf30.com
Aaron VS Angel
By Dean Rebel Aaron entered the challenger's corner wearing American "stars and stripes" trunks, and white wrestling shoes. His opponent Angel, reigning mixed champion wore her usual black bikini and gold wrestling shoes. Aaron was a novice, but weighed 160 lbs, was 5'10" and was aged 22. Angel was 148 lbs, 5'8" and 19 years old. Mike stood in his corner to offer advice. The bell range and Aaron, a little unsteady, advanced to center ring to clinch with his opponent. He raised his arms to lock up Angel, but she thrust both her arms inside and grabbed Aaron around the neck in a classic headlock. Three punches to the head, and she swung Aaron over her hip to slam him to the mat. She kept the headlock on hard, tightening her grip till Aaron was squirming and tossing himself from side to side, trying to break out of it. Angel finally pulled him up back onto his feet and threw him right into her turnbuckle. The sound of his back slamming into the turnbuckle was followed a half second later, by that of Angel slamming into him. She held Aaron's arms over the ropes and kneed him in the stomach. Grabbing him by the hair, she placed one foot on his chest and flipped him back over her head to centre ring. Aaron was scrambling back to his feet but Angel was on him, jumping in the air to encircle his neck in a flying head scissors that flung him back to the mat in a figure four head scissor. There Aaron remained, trapped between Angel's legs as she pressured the hold, alternating between a figure four head scissor and a straight head scissor. The referee asked Aaron if he submitted, and also began a pin count when Aaron allowed his shoulders to rest on the mat as he struggled to free himself from Angel's head scissor. This forced Aaron to arch off the mat, all while prying at her knee-padded legs as they were locked around his neck. Angel would occasionally prop herself on her elbows, and fling her legs back to the mat, to further work Aaron over. Aaron was still prying at Angel's legs when she broke her own hold and pulled Aaron up in a reverse headlock. She let go of Aaron's head as she elbow-smashed him back to the mat. Angel pulled him right up again by the hair, thrusting his head underneath her right armpit and then propelling herself backwards, slamming Aaron's head down the canvass. Aaron, no longer scrambling, slowly tried getting back to his feet, rubbing his forehead. Angel grabbed him by his left arm, twisting it around before throwing him back into the ropes. As he rebounded, Angel was there, clothes-lining him with a vicious judo chop to the neck that tossed him back to the mat. She pulled him up once again by his left arm, and again twisted it around to work his shoulder. Again Aaron was thrown into the ropes, and this time was taken to the mat by a spinning kick to the head that left him stunned and lying flat on his back. Angel moved in for the kill, grabbing both his legs and spinning into a figure four leg lock. Aaron screamed as Angel's right leg dropped on his trapped right shin and locked around her left. Aaron tried pawing at her leg lock, but Angel had it on tight and was thrusting the hold hard, propping herself up on her elbows and then falling back to the mat to increase the pressure on his trapped leg. The second time the referee asked Aaron for his submission, he shouted it out, asking Angel to let him go. The bell rang, signalling Angel's first fall, by figure four leg-lock, at 4:18. Angel, only slightly sweating, jumped to her feet after releasing Aaron, to have the referee lift her right arm in victory. Aaron lay on the mat for a moment, rubbing his right knee and shin. The one minute rest period lasted short enough for Aaron as the bell rang and he again moved out to face Angel. This time Aaron clinched with Angel. Despite his height advantage, Angel was able to lock her hands around Aaron's and slowly press Aaron back against the ropes. You could hear the wind taken from Aaron as Angel kneed him hard in the solar plexus. Aaron doubled over, but Angel propped him back against the ropes and flipped him backwards to centre ring, falling with him so that she ended up straddling his shoulders as he hit the mat. Aaron arched, trying to tip Angel off his shoulders but Angel took the opportunity of wrapping her thighs around his neck and falling to her side, getting him in a deep frontal head scissor. It took no more than two of her 15 second long thrusts to have Aaron beet red, his blond hair patched and sweaty, unable to breathe, and squirming around kicking with his legs, all to keep from submitting. He pawed at her locked legs that engulfed his head, each of her extended thrusts forcing a moan from him that grew once she held it for more than 5 seconds. Angel grabbed Aaron's hands, locking them together and holding them tight with one of her own, to prevent him from preying her legs loose from around his neck. She continued to thrust while arching with her hips to take him off the mat, till Aaron was hardly moaning at all, instead just coughing and gasping for air when she would temporarily relax her legs. A few seconds more and Angel decided not to try to force a submission off her scissors alone, so she kicked Aaron to the side. He lay on the mat, rubbing his neck and gasping for air while Angel moved in. She pulled him up off the mat by his right arm, draped it over her shoulder while she reached underneath his crotch with her right. Up Aaron went before he could react and SLAM! Aaron arched off the mat from the impact of Angel's body slam. He rolled over to his side, rubbing his back and again was helpless to interfere when Angel pulled him up, this time by his blond hair, again draped his right arm over her shoulder, but this time, pulling Aaron off the mat by his trunks, holding him up vertically in the air for a moment, and then letting him fall down hard on the mat in a suplex. Angel dropped to her knees, covering her opponent chest to chest as the referee began his count. One...two...Angel arched, pulling Aaron up off the mat by his hair. She dragged Aaron to his knees, and kicked him in the stomach, slamming him back to the mat. As Aaron lay on the mat, doubled over, Angel climbed her corner turnbuckle, standing for an instant on the top ropes before launching herself into the air. Aaron rose up off the mat a couple of inches as he rebounded from the impact of angel slamming on his chest. Unable to fight, Aaron was dragged up by the hair and thrown into the ropes. As he rebounded, Angle wrapped herself around him in an abdominal stretch, one of her favourite softening moves. The referee asked him if he wanted to submit, but Aaron just shook his head. A moment later, Angel released Aaron, who just dropped down to the mat. She stood there, pulling him up by the hair, but once he was off his knees, reverse bear hugging him. She pulled him up off the mat, let him drop an inch or two as she adjusted her grip, and then once again up and over, as she planted Aaron over her right shoulder in a classic "over the shoulder backbreaker". Aaron screamed as he felt the pressure on his already well-softened back. Aaron screamed again as she cranked down on his right leg and chin. One squeeze on both and Aaron submitted, begging her to let him go., The referee signalled to Angel that her opponent has submitted, and Aaron was dropped to the mat on his stomach as the referee again raised Angel's arm in victory, this time at 7:20. For most of the minute rest break between the second and third periods, Aaron just lay on the mat, rubbing his back while Angel stood in her corner, being rubbed down by her trainer and taking a short drink of water. Aaron was just able to get to his feet and was leaning up against his corner turnbuckle as the bell rang again for the third and probably final period. Angel motioned to Aaron and spoke to the cameraman "He's going down" and then moved out from her corner to begin the bout. Both wrestlers clinched, but Angel was able to swing Aaron back and trip him to the mat. She quickly tied him up in a tight armbar, falling backwards and keeping the arm locked at the elbow while her legs straddled his head. Aaron grimaced in pain as she worked over his right arm and seemed near to submitting the fall when she lifted her legs off his chest and pulled him up to his feet, still entrapped in her armbar. She used the armbar to again force him to the mat, this time propping him on the mat by his knees and head, with his right arm forced straight behind him with Angel's right leg planted over his right shoulder. She was able to keep control of his arm with her right, and then grabbed his left arm from behind, pulling it straight backwards as well. With both his arms held straight behind his back, Angel pushed him forward to the mat so he was lying on his stomach while she surf-boarded him from behind. After a moment, she twisted both arms into a double hammerlock, which she also worked enthusiastically. Aaron screamed when she flipped over his head, landing with both feet in front of him all while retaining hold of his hands. Angel circled around behind Aaron again, and dropped his hands. He lay on the mat, both arms still twisted behind his back. She pulled him up by the hair, again wrapping both her arms around his back as he got to his knees and bear-hugging him to his feet. This time she flipped him right back to the mat so he lay there on his back. She fell with him, frontally wrapping both her legs around Aaron's in a classic double leg grapevine. She stretched him out flat on the mat, his arms and legs stretched to the maximum and his face contorted in pain. The referee began a count but Angel told him she didn't want to pin him. She released Aaron from the grapevine, mounting his chest with her legs and then wrapping them around his head, falling over into another figure four head scissor. Aaron's face grew red from the pressure of her thighs as they clamped around his head.. By applying a figure four head-scissor, she was able to apply continuous pressure till Aaron's hands, pawing at her legs, began to droop to the sides and his eyes close. Angle kicked him free of the head scissor, moving behind him and pulling him up to a sitting position. She cranked her arms around Aaron's head, locking them together in a sleeperhold. Aaron waved his arms wildly, trying to grab at Angel's hair to flip her over. As she lifted him up to his knees, the referee quickly motioned to him if he wanted to submit. His position was hopeless. He waved away at the referee, and tried once more prying Angel's arms from around his neck. Aaron arched off the mat, but Angel was easily able to pull him back down to a sitting position, her arms still locked tight around his neck. Aaron's arms kept prying, and then just pawing at Angel's but did not lessen the pressure of her arms from around his neck. She finally saw his eyes glaze over and she knew that he was her's for the taking. Not even pawing, but listlessly waving about, Aaron's arms finally dropped to his side, essentially motionless, moving only in reaction to Angel as she twisted the sleeperhold from side to side. She motioned to the referee who went over, grabbing Aaron's right arm, lifting it up and dropping it to his side. The referee did this twice more with no sign of motion by Aaron. He was out cold. The referee signalled the bell keeper to announce the end of the fall, and the match, and told Angel to let her opponent go. She dropped him flat on his back and the referee reached over, pulling her arm up again in victory over her prone and unconscious male opponent. The final fall was timed at just over 4:00." |
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Re: Old Website -Dean Rebel - www.markf30.com
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Thanks very much, please post more if you have any.
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Re: Old Website -Dean Rebel - www.markf30.com
Here's a story I came across a few years ago. It is not my own work, but was written by somebody called "G". Maybe he's a member of this forum even. Anyway, enjoy.
Two Generations by "G" by [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register] Tag teams Father & Son VS Mother & Daughter [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register] responses welcome As Dusty pulled up a gold Metallic thong and tided his gold wrestling boots, he though back over his near twenty years as a Professional Wrestler. He started wrestling at 19 a year out of high school. His career has been rewarding and successful, along the way he has held both individual and tag team titles several times and earned enough money to last a lifetime. Tonight he will wrestle with a new partner, he hopes that they can win the tag team championship together. Justin is eighteen and has been in training since graduating from high school. The last eight months have been very demanding, learning the moves, throws, holds and falls of pro wrestling. He and his partner have on identical ring gear thongs, boots, and gold metallic jackets. They look like brothers, almost twins. The fact is that 38year old Dusty and 18year old Justin are father and son. Toni is a stunningly beautiful woman at 36 it's hard to believe she has a 19-year-old daughter. The last 18 years have been as good to Toni as they have been to Dusty, she too has won her share of tittles and earned a small fortune. She hopes to spend the last years of her career winning and holding the tag team tittle with her new partner. Rose Ann is every bit a gorgeous as her mother and is every bit as skilled and athletic a wrestler. She too looks forward to winning the tag team tittle. The crowd is on its feet cheering as the wrestlers enter the ring. Hundreds of people take a collective breath as Toni and Rose Ann remove their robes. Two of the most beautiful women many had ever seen are preparing for battle. They are dressed in white and silver tights, dark tan pantyhose, and white boots. They seem to have a glow almost an aura surrounding them. Dusty and Justin have their admirers also as they loosen up for the match. Their corner is crowded with many lovely women asking for an autograph from both of them. The referee of tonight's match gives the four wrestlers their instructions sends them to their corners as she calls for the bell. Dusty and Toni slowly begin to circle each other, they have done this before. Eight times they have wrestled each other and it has always been a hard fight. On six of those times Dusty's hand has been raised in victory, twice he has beaten Toni to take the singles Championship away from her. For almost seven minuets they engage in back and forth wrestling. The give and take, hold and counter of experienced pro wrestlers. They slowly come together in the center of the ring and inter-lock fingers. They each strain trying to get the upper hand. A sudden knee in the gut sends Dusty to his knees. Toni bends and squeezes his hands and fingers as Dusty cries out in pain. Slowly he is able to turn her wrists over and reverse the hold. Toni yelps as her fingers are bent and quickly backpedals to the ropes. As the hold is broken Toni tags Rose Ann and she enters the ring. The next ten minutes see all four wrestlers in and out of the ring. They exchange holds and throws each taking punishment and giving as good as they get. The first fall is fought at a very fast pace. Toni and Dusty are once again in the ring they carefully circle each other their breathing deep and fast from the hard wrestling. Slowly they come together, as they are about to lock up Dusty drops to one knee and pulls Toni's leg out from under her. A quick twist and Toni is caught in a step-over toehold. Dusty yanks and pulls on her leg as he bends Toni's boot over his knee. Toni wiggles and twists she raises up with her arm to lift her shoulders off the mat. Toni reaches behind her head trying to tag out or grab the ropes. She is held tight for a minuet or two as Dusty puts pressure on her leg and knee. Slowly she is able to push Dusty's legs apart and land a forearm smash to his throat. Dusty drops on his back both hands clutching his throat. Toni is on him in a flash; she hooks her arm around his head grabs Dusty's leg and rolls his shoulders to the mat. Dusty struggles to kick free as the ref slaps the mat ONE-TWO- THREE, she taps Toni on the shoulder to let her know that she has pinned Dusty the first fall is over. Justin climbs into the ring to help Dusty to his feet, Dusty is coughing and gagging from the smash to his throat. He is angry at being pinned but needs the full two minutes between falls to get his breath back. The second fall begins with Dusty and Toni squaring off as they circle and look for an opening. Toni moves quickly grabs a side headlock and flips Dusty to the mat. As she squeezes Dusty's head she reaches under her arm and chokes him. Dusty kicks his legs and flails his arms trying to get free. He desperately tries to get hold of Toni to dislodge her. Justin is screaming at the ref to check for a choke and break the hold. As he is about to climb into the ring to help his father the hold is broken. Dusty is slow to his feet. He backs against the ropes for support, holding the top strand bent at the waist he tries to regain his breath. The referee's count reaches seven before Dusty moves off the ropes. He goes straight to his corner and tags Justin. As Toni turns to go to her corner and tag Rose Ann; Justin leaps over the top rope. He races up behind Toni reaches around her middle and squeezes her in a bear hug. Justin lifts Toni off the mat and carries her to center ring. Toni yells in pain as her belly is crushed, she kicks her legs and tries to pry Justin's hands apart. He continues to squeeze as Toni buries her head in her hands to hide the pain. Toni is desperately trying to get free or tag out as Justin lifts her up and over his shoulder. The powerful suplex stuns Toni as she crashes down on her head, neck and shoulders. Justin pulls Toni to her feet reaches between her legs grabs her by the tights takes her head and lifts and slams her to the mat. Twice more Toni is lifted and slammed. Justin pulls her up by the arm and hair and launches her to the ropes. Toni rebounds into a back body drop and crashes to the mat. Three more times Toni is pulled from the canvas and sent flying into the ropes only to be met a knee or an arm whip body slam. Toni is dazed and groggy lying on her back in the middle of the ring. All Justin need do to pin her is to place a hand on her chest. Incredibly Justin pulls a dazed Toni to her feet, grabs her around the stomach puts his shoulder in her back and drives her into her corner face first. Rose Ann quickly tags her mother and enters the ring. As she moves to face Justin she does not realize that Toni is still in their corner slumped to the mat arms draped over the ropes. Rose Ann and Justin lock up collar and elbow and begin to struggle for dominance. With her back to Justin's corner she now sees her mother in their corner on her knees not able to get out of the ring. Rose Ann's back is suddenly on fire from a forearm smash, Dusty has entered the ring (it's legal for the fourth wrestler to enter the ring if the third has not left). Rose Ann drops to the mat on her knees from the surprise attack. Dusty and Justin each take one of Rose Ann's arms twist it and pull her to her feet. Rose Ann screams in pain as she is trapped in a double standing wristlock. Justin and Dusty each send a boot crashing into her belly. Twice more they each kick her then whip her into the ropes. Rose Ann rebounds into a double clothesline and crashes to the mat. Justin scoops up her legs and hooks them under his arms as he pulls up and drops to the mat Rose Ann is shot across the ring. She crashes to the mat in front of Dusty who repeats the move and sends her flying back. Dusty and Justin take full advantage of the situation. Over and over Rose Ann is double-teamed. Double back body slams, double knee lifts, double fists to the stomach every hold and throw is doubled. Toni has slowly regained some strength and has begun to pull herself off the mat. She shakes her head to clear it and as the fog lifts she begins to hear her daughter's screams. As she turns she sees the referee slapping the mat as Dusty and Justin each have one of Rose Ann's legs in a step-over toehold. Before she can act to help her stricken daughter the ref Slaps ONE-TWO-THREE, Rose Ann has been pinned the match is even at one fall apiece. Toni spends the next two minutes trying to massage some feeling back into Rose Ann's stocking covered legs. There is only twenty seconds left between falls as Rose Ann gets off the mat. The bell for the third and deciding fall comes too soon for Rose Ann and Toni. Rose Ann having been pinned in the second fall must start for her team. She begins to move out of her corner limping on sore knees and legs. Justin has started for his team and is looking for a quick ending. As Rose Ann backs away from Justin not wanting to lock up she suddenly is trapped in her opponents corner. Dusty has reached out and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into the corner. Justin is on her in a flash, knees crash into her belly, forearms slam into her chest. Justin hooks Rose Ann's legs over the middle rope as she hangs there helplessly he drives his shoulder into her over and over again. The ref is finally able to free Rose Ann who falls to the canvas in a heap. Justin pulls her up by the hair and arm. He twists her arm and whips her to the ropes. As she is flung back at him Justin scoops her off the mat and power slams her. He hooks her leg and rolls her into a pin. The count reaches two and three quarters before Rose Ann kicks out at the last possible second (the ref's hand was on the way down for the third count). Justin again pulls her to her feet and whips her to the ropes. This time she does not fly back at him, Toni has grabbed her daughter to stop her. As she stumbles to the mat she lands in her corner and is able to tag out. Justin races to the corner but is too late to stop the tag. Toni enters the ring leaps in the air and sends a flying drop kick at Justin. Toni's boots crash into Justin's chin and chest; he is lifted off the mat and sent flying across the ring. Toni attacks him at once, grabbing his legs and tucking them under her arms she sling shots Justin across the ring. Twice more Justin is shot across the ring landing hard face first each time. Toni looks to her corner as she pulls Justin to his feet. Rose Ann has rolled out of the ring and is lying on the apron trying to recover. Toni reaches between Justin's legs grabs the back of his thong hooks his head lifts and slams him to the mat. Three more times Justin is lifted and slammed. Toni uses all her training and experience to punish Justin over and over he is lifted and slammed sent flying to the ropes and smashed on the rebound. Arms and legs are bent twisted and stomped. Justin is on his back with Toni holding his boots in her hands. He is twisting from side to side reaching behind his head trying to get free or tag out. His corner is just to far to make the tag as Toni kicks his legs over and over. Toni drops one leg stands on Justin's boot and twists the other. Justin cries out in pain as his legs are split apart and twisted. Back and forth Toni wrenches his legs. Justin arms are flailing wildly as he tries to get out of her leg hold. Over and over Justin's legs are kicked, stomped, twisted and bent he seams to be over come by the pain as his efforts to escape become weaker and weaker. Toni drives several more kicks into Justin's legs then spins on a twisting toehold. Justin screams now fill the arena as Toni pulls up and over on his free leg to complete the figure-four leg lock. Dusty desperately tries to reach his trapped and helpless son to make the tag but it is just to far. The referee has asked Justin if he wants to submit several times but gets no answer. Justin does not seam to hear or understand her. Justin face is a mask of pain as tears fill his eyes and run down his cheeks. Again he is asked to submit and again he does not answer. Dusty can take no more as he climbs through the ropes to help Justin. As he is just about to grab a hand full of Toni's hair Rose Ann's boots crash against the side of his head. Rose Ann has launched a drop kick from the top rope in her corner that has sent a stunned Dusty crashing to the mat. The gorgeous 19-year-old wrestler drags a still dazed Dusty back to the center of the ring by his boots. Flat on his back dazed and groggy his legs are also bent and twisted into a figure four leglock. Justin and Dusty are now both trapped in painful leg holds lying side by side as Toni and Rose Ann increase the pressure. The referee does not seem to know what to do as she again asks Justin to submit. Justin does not answer he seams over come by the pain, his body is twitching and writhing his arms flailing as he tries to escape from Toni's punishing hold. Dusty twists and rolls also trying to get free. He pounds on his beautiful young captors stocking covered legs as Rose Ann tightens the hold. Dusty's screams now join those of his helpless and stricken son his thoughts are no longer about Justin. Dusty cries out " OH GOD MY LEGS - LET ME GO PLEASE - YOUR BREAKING MY LEGS" as he desperately reaches out trying to grab the ropes. He and Justin are in the middle of the ring they can not escape. Finally Dusty can take no more as he cries out " REF - OVER HEAR- WE'VE HAD ENOUGH - WE GIVE UP- LET US GO - PLEASE - WE SUBMIT - WE SUBMIT- LET US GO". Dusty's words end his torture as Rose Ann releases his legs. As he curls up holding his throbbing knees he realizes Justin is still screaming he looks to see Toni still holding Justin in the figure-four. Dusty begins to crawl toward Justin to help him but is suddenly pulled back as Rose Ann has his boots in her hands. He is flipped on his back and held by her. As she spreads his legs apart and begins to bend one leg around Dusty looks up at Rose Ann and pleads " NO - NO - PLEASE DON'T - I GIVE UP - I GIVE UP". At last Justin is able to call out " OH GOD SOMEONE HELP ME - PLEASE - I QUIT - I QUIT - NO MORE". The ref believing the match is over has her back to Justin and is about to make the final announcement, as Dusty calls to her " REF HELP HIM - MAKE HER LET HIM GO - WE'VE GIVEN UP". As she returns to Toni and Justin she hears him scream " STOP - PLEASE STOP - I GIVE UP - I GIVE UP - LET ME GO - PLEASE - I GIVE UP". At last he is free the match is over as he lies on the mat holding his legs he begins to quietly sob " I'M SORRY DAD I HAD TO SUBMIT IT JUST HURT TO BAD". Dusty kneels beside him " IT'S OK THEY HAD ME TRAPPED BESIDE YOU I GAVE UP TOO". The winners arms are raised in victory before the cheering crowd as the losers crawl from the ring in defeat. Dusty and Justin help each other back to their dressing room it is a slow and painful walk. After showering and dressing Justin is surprised to find Rose Ann weighting for him. She tells him she is sorry if her mother hurt him, and that she told her mother that " you should have let him go when his father gave up". Justin thanks her and says "I'm OK just a little so sore and maybe just a little embarrassed. I've never had to submit before". As they stand and look at each other Rose Ann finally asks, "would you like to get some coffee and some thing to eat, maybe we can talk for awhile" Rose Ann has plans for the future. |
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Re: Old Website -Dean Rebel - www.markf30.com
The Place: Le Stade Central d'Ouen.
· The Contest: A no-holds barred mixed wrestling match between a visiting American male wrestler, DeanRebel and his female opponent from France, Cat. · The Rules: No holds barred, one fall submission, ko or pin with a five count. · The context: This was a highly unusual match and was intended as an experiment in blending of North American pro-wrestling and European submission-style wrestling. · In France, as all over Europe, fake American style pro-wrestling was bombing at the box office. American wrestlers trying to expand their popularity outside the USA found that they had to change their style and skills if they wanted to break into Europe. Several things happened. First, much lighter wrestlers were making it big in Europe, not the huge 200 lb+ monsters popular in the USA. Second, the matches had to be real wrestling, for pins or submissions. American theatrics were OK to start a match, but not during it. Successful Americans were skilled, mostly ex-High school or college wrestlers who had picked up submission moves and were prepared to use them to defeat their opponents. Finally, and most unusual, sexes were blended and at the lighter weight ranges, mixed contexts were scheduled and proved to be wildly popular, bringing in female fans to the arenas and rings over Europe. · The match was a semi-final one fall bout held north of Paris in the gritty industrial belt that surrounds the city. The fans here are not delicate and want to see real action, real submissions and skilful wrestling with decisive endings. Tonight, they came out to see if a local female wrestler, Cat, could break into the higher ranks of wrestling by taking on and beating a seasoned American wrestler, Dean Rebel. · If she lost, the impetus for mixed wrestling or boxing could fade. If she won, the chances of creating large scale mixed wrestling leagues all over Europe was a real possibility. The entire match was taped for commercial re-sale with microphones picking up the dialogue between the two wrestlers as the cameramen centred on the action. · The American wrestler ran up the hall way from his changing room and took the microphone from the ring announcer and spoke to the crowd, mostly in English. “This is Dean Rebel from the United States. I am 30, 5'8", 162 lbs, brown hair and green eyes, wearing red, white and blue stars and stripes trunks and white wrestling boots! I am taking on my first female opponent in Europe, but I wanted you to know that I have had several mixed fights in the USA, and defeating them in several matches. I'm here to do the same tonight with Cat” · Floodlights and cheers followed the entrance of his opponent Cat as she ran down from her changing room and quickly climbed to her red challengers corner. She took the microphone in turn and spoke in french to her many fans. “[English translation] This is me, Cat, I am 27, 5'7" and 125 lbs ; short red hair and green eyes ; wearing a red bikini and black boots ; leather bracelets. I am here to wrestle and to beat my first American male opponent that I have faced in my pro career, many Frenchmen have tasted the canvass at my hands, and now today, an American lightweight champion from across the Atlantic”. Her final words, calling on her fans to support her, were downed out in cheers and shouts. · The ring lights blazed forth, surrounding the two opponents in bright light, as the rest of the arena was engulfed in darkness. For them, the whole world was now one ring, and one opponent with the cheers and jeers of the audience mere static. · DING...The bell rings... · Dean Rebel advanced towards the Cat, lifting his arms to lock up with her. He had a significant height and weight advantage and was ready to lock up with her and power her down to get a quick, if unpopular fall. · The Cat slid from her corner,, much leaner than her quite lean and muscular American opponent. She chided him as he moved slowly, arms casually raised. “You shouldn't be that confident...you'll see why...NOW.” Once four feet from Rebel, the Cat flung herself at him, cutting him down at the throat with a vicious right forearm clothesline that swept him backwards and slammed him to the mat. · The camera caught well the shocked look on Rebel's face as he got back to his feet from Cat's unexpected clothesline. She was not going to be easy. Cat demonstrated that fast as, even before he got to his feet, Cat grabbed his right wrist, twisting it over and over and finally flipping him back to the mat. He slowly worked back to his knees, pawing his right shoulder with his left hand, got again to feet only to have Cat twist it again behind his back in a tight hammerlock · “Agghhh”, Rebel was once more forced back to his knees, his face bent over to the canvass, as cat worked the hammerlock hard. The crowd erupted in cheers as then cat released the hold, and kicked her opponent away from her to fall onto the canvass on his belly and backed up to wait for him to make hs next move. “will you show me what you know to do, boy, or will you let me play with you?" · Rebel shot in on Cat's right leg, not holding back, and got in deep, lifting her right off the canvass and into the air before slamming her back down again on her back. Now cat was scrambling away from Rebel as he moved to try a frontal pin and she had to kick him away and · get back to her feet. Too late, Rebel grabbed Cat by the hair, wrapped his right arm around her head and twisted her back and forth in a side headlock, enjoying some domination for the first time in the match. He followed up by hip tossing her hard to the canvass and putting his body weight on her chest, all while continuing to grind the headlock choke. Cat's head began to redden as he ground her neck inside the crook of his right arm. · Cat rocked back and forth and couldn't break free of Rebel's headlock, so instead, she stretched her right arm, just touching the side ropes. The referee cautioned Rebel to give the hold up and start again in neutral. He gave her one last good grind and then released her, dropping her to the mat and getting up to his feet. · Cat popped up to her feet quickly as well and moved towards her opponent, waving both her hands and inviting him to close in on her. “What about a power test, man?" · Rebel smiled and stepped forward, quickly lunging at her and locking his hands on hers, intending to use his height and strength advantage to push down and force Cat back to the ropes where he could trap her and work her over. Once more, she surprised Rebel with her use of martial arts as she, in a kickboxing move combination, sank first one and then the other feet right into his stomach in fast kicks. As rebel sank to his knees, doubled up but now entrapped in her hands, “Hey Rebel...this kind of test is not only a question of weight or height”. You aren't the first guy I have defeated with technique over strength...She now ground his fingers back and forth, working his wrists hard, as her gut kicks sucked the strength from his arms. Rebel looked up and saw Cat towering over him, a look of grim satisfaction in her eyes. “So, Mr USA, looks like I've got the advantage..." · “Yeeeooooowww!” Rebel shrieked to the obvious delight of the audience. In a tough spot, he tried ramming her with his right shoulder, hard to do as she controlled both his arms. Cat took his shoulder hit but countered with a knee to his gut that left Rebel in no better shape than before. “fall on your knees, Mister USA!". Rebel fell and then, having no other choice, sprang up again, but as he got to his feet, Cat startled him with an incredible move as she moved with Rebel, planted her right foot in his stomach and fell back, tossing her opponent over her to land in a heap behind her. The crowd reacted to this display of technical wrestling with whistles and cheers...The cheers dies away all at once as Rebel, once more lunging at his opponent, this time connected with a n elbow drop to her neck that slammed cat back to the canvass as she was getting up to her knees. · Cat looked surprised and hurt, pawing at her neck with a hand. She rolled to her flank, her hand grasping at the ropes but Rebel grabbed her by the hair and dragged her backwards to the centre of the ring. He drilled her to the mat with an elbow smash to the back and yanked her back to her knees just as quickly. Double-arm barring her from behind, he got her to her feet, tucked her head between his knees, and them slammed her right back to the canvass in one of his favourite moves, the pedigree, also known as the armbar-face-smasher. While both wrestlers went down, only Rebel pulled himself up to his feet, and turned his thumb down to his stricken opponent while taunting the booing audience... · Rebel re-acquainted himself with Cat's red hair, grabbing a handful of it and pulling her up to her feet. He dropped her right arm over his right shoulder, planted his left hand under her crotch, paused as their eyes met, and lifted her up easily into the air...and then down hard in a SLAM...Whummppppp! · “Aaaarrrrggghhh” Cat was stunned and hurt......She could not see the crowd through the smoky cloud of lit galoises cigarettes that lit up the darkened arena...but she could hear them..”I CAN HEAR THE CROWD...”. she lay on the canvass as Rebel towered above her, just waiting for her to get to her feet. As she said later...”I was on the floor, but looking at Rebel above me, I suddenly found enough energy to sit and...it was hard to know what to do...before he grabbed my hair again, I punched without seeing where...two times...I guess it was in his balls!...powerful punches directly between his legs that sank into his crotch....I rolled on my knees, needing to breath...and narrowly avoided him as he fell over on the canvass, moaning and clutching his wounded crotch...” · “Well, Rebel, it's time to see if you're a man...” · “Oufffhhhhhhhhh!” I doubled over and dropped to the canvass. Her move was utterly unexpected. I was working out my finisher and was making sure she wouldn't flee the ring. I never thought any wrestler having taken a pedigree and then a slam would be capable of anything but rolling on the canvass. · I might have taken one shot...but two was one too much. My legs turned to water. I lost track of Cat and only was aware of myself in the ring, with swollen balls twice the size of the rest of me. I rolled over to my side, my legs scissored tightly together and my hands wrapped over my groin...By the time, I could even think of getting to my knees again, Cat was up on her feet and coming at me. · “The crowd helped me...” Cat recalled in her post-match interview. “It was difficult to come back on my feet, but I did, and seeing him trying to get on your knees...I thought ...it's time...IT'S TIME..” Rebel hardly got to his knees again before Cat pulled his right leg from under him and dragged him back to centre ring. Swiftly and practised, she grabbed his right leg, placed her's over, turning on herself, grabbed your other leg and fell on the canvass in a figure 4 leglock... · “:Gahhhhhh!” Rebel arched back to the canvass as Cat first thrust the figure four leglock. Too late, he reared up to try pry at her legs from around his, but she had locked them right, and tucked her right foot under his left leg for good measure. Cat kept him firmly in the hold, using her strong abdominals to pull herself up and down from a sitting position, so she could thrust the leg hard. Rebel's moans as his right leg was injured were drowned out by cheers from the crowd. Some of her fans ran down to ringside to be close in on the finale...Flashlights began to pop in the audience as picture-takers wanted to capture Rebel's finish. · Rebel was hurt...and Cat wanted him hurt still more. Not content with the figure four, she grabbed his right ankle and began to twist it, wrenching more moans from Rebel who fell back, in agony, from her hold. “Avoid more pain, Mr. Rebel, GIVE!” · “Acckkkkk! the pain is too much. My leg is breaking. “ Rebel was desperate...seconds away from screaming out his submission...”THINK...”. As Cat reared up and twisted his ankle once more, he arched and lashed at her face with his hands, raking her eyes, before falling back to the canvass in pain. The pain on Rebel's leg immediately drained but didn't stop. He felt his right leg throb, but it was loose and tangled up in Cat's legs, but not locked tight.. · Rebel kicked at Cat with his free left leg and turned over to his stomach to try to get to the ropes for a break. He got to his right knee, but as he tried to lift himself to his right foot, he fall back to the canvass in pain. It was hurt, not broken...but he couldn't stand...Panic gripped Rebel. His opponent was rolling away from him, her hands over her eyes, but he couldn't stand on his right foot! Rebel began to crawl, dragging his right and using his left to push himself to the ropes. · The crowd was almost out of control. They were being swept back and forth in waves of emotion. Hatred of Rebel as he slammed their local heroine...Surprise and then ecstasy as she punched his balls, dropped him and applied the figure four leglock to a helpless opponent. Then shock and fear as Cat slumped over and Rebel kicked out of the hold. · There was a brief instant of pure silence as Rebel moved...but was hurt...and Cat got to her feet...but was still rubbing her eyes. Who was hurt more? REBEL WAS!!! · Cat bounded over to Rebel, covering in a second what had taken him 10 seconds to crawl. She pulled him back by both ankles to the middle of the ring. Rebel moaned in pain and slammed his fists helplessly to the canvass, unable to stop her. · “One more time, Rebel...” Cat grabbed him by his hurt right leg...the crowd was still helping her and roared even more as they saw how she took his leg with no resistance by Rebel. First in broken gasps from a more female section of the audience nearest Cat's corner and then picked up by everyone...for Rebel had no friends in Ouen, “Main...ten...ant......Main...ten...ant...” The last to shout it, but the first to carry it out was Cat herself, who raised her hands in the air to time out the crowd's cheer. She put her knee deeply inside of his right leg to lock it firmly, and twisted his ankle with her arms...Rebel's scream managed to silence the crowd for an instant, but then his moans were drowned out by renewed cheers. · "And now, Mr USA? better give?" Rebel was flat on his stomach, his right leg firmly locked and being worked over at Cat's leisure. He was sweating, in pain and desperate...thinking produced no answers. “Let's do more...” Cat slowly and methodically straightened his left leg on the canvass and planted his injured right across it. She then laced her legs around his right shin and ankle. Hard to do...unless your opponent can't stop you...complicated...but with a big reward at the end of it. Cat finished lacing her legs and then sat down on Rebel's right leg in a unique reversed figure 4 leglock, never seen before in France. · "Give now!" · “Gghhhhhhhhhh! No please, Cat...don't...” · Cat was sitting on his injured right ankle, and began bouncing up and down on it to increase the pressure... · Rebel screamed and then moaned out to cat, his face pressed into the canvass. “Je ne veux pas me soumettre a une francaise...” [I can't give up to a french girl]. Rebel tried to turn to the right so his right arm might grab at cat's hair, but she saw it coming and grabbed first his right wrist and then his left, pulling both back in a surfboard that combined well wiht the figure four. “GIVE” I'm going to win...she paused and said in clear french...parces que je suis la meilleure leuteurre, ni que je suis une femme, ni une francaise...” · “GIVE!!! · The crowd was yelling louder than ever “Let's satisfy them...and GIVE” "What did you say? I don't hear anything". Cat smiled to the crowd and added one last finisher to her opponent as she let go of his arms and pulled him backwards by the hair, finally locking her hands around Rebel's chin in a tight chinlock. “GIVE!!!” · Rebel's face was pull back by the hair and then he felt his chin locked tight as his arms were suddenly free. “Gaghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”. He twisted his face from side to side and pawed at Cat's hands but they locked around his chin and his sweating fingers couldn't pry them away at all. Then he swung his hands behind him to try to work his right leg free, but even to touch it hurt too much. One last tug, one final bounce and he waved his hands from side to side, frantically, desperately. He spat out, Iiiiiiii...Giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvvvvvvvee” between clenched teeth. He shook his head free and burst out “CAT, I GIVE...STOP...” · She shoved his chin back in place...” Reeeleeeasee Meeeeeee!!!” · The Cat dropped Rebel's chin and his head flopped to the mat. It took a second, but she pulled herself away from his tangled legs and lifted herself onto her feet so the referee could throw her arm up into the air in victory... · The cat pulled Rebel, stumbling and unable to stand... over to her corner, shoving his face past the ropes, right into the crowd of her fans. To reach above the din, Cat shouted“SUPERMAN HAS FOUND HIS WONDERWOMAN...TOO BAD TO YOU, MISTER USA! LOOK AT THESE FANS (...she held his head up high by the hair...), Hear the crowd! This is your punishment...and my reward!”. She dropped Rebel's head so he lay with his chin on the bottom rope and , leaving him there, jumped over the ropes to join her fans who escorted her to the changing room. · Surrounded by newspapermen...they asked a thousand questions but she answered only one...”You have any pity for your opponent, Cat?” · “Not as much as for the wrestlers in the main event...They will have to be very good indeed to please this crowd after my match”. She strode off to her changing room, the winner in her pro wrestling debut... The Black Widow was on the edge of her seat, her fingers, then arms and shoulders tensed up as she soaked in the final moments of the match against Tiffany and Aaron. By this point, Aaron's eyes were glazed over and body wasted…he waved his arms and sunk fast into a sleeper-induced stupor…arms initially trying to bat against Tiffany's hold, and then listlessly moving back and forth. Christy moved in front of Aaron, looking down at her opponent who was already helpless in her partner's control. Kneeling, she formed a claw hold and locked it on his biceps and squeezed…Aaron lurched to life for a moment…arms vaguely pointing at Christy. A second claw and Aaron's body convulsed slightly and as she pulled her hands away, there was a tell-tale red/raw imprint of her fingernails in his gut…The third time, his arms moved only with the force of her claw…his body lay seated on the canvass and held erect by Tiffany's sleeper hold… The Black Widow's palms became sweaty as she absent mindedly squeezed them together…finally forming an imaginary sleeper hold on an opponent and following Tiffany's movements. Aaron was done…The Widow kept her eyes peeled and finally saw the last convulsion and Aaron dropped to the mat, spread-eagled on his back. The bell dinged out Tiffany's victory. Now it was the Black Widow's turn…and also her partner Angel. Both retreated to the Women's change rooms while Aaron was awakened and dragged from the ring. Black Widow changed to her all-black signature pro gear, a leather black bikini, matching boots and mask that was heavily studded. Angel's gear was more intended to deceive than intimidate. A white two piece, kneepads and wrestling shoes gave opponent's a brief misconception about her intensity…but today, she was The Black Widow's junior partner, hoping to sop up Stuart once the Widow had taken him apart. In the men's change room, there was Stuart, changing alone into his wrestling gear. Stuart was a really fit, good-looking guy, but with little wrestling experience but even less appreciation of how outclassed he was. Good at an informal “catch as catch can” grappling, he was a face heading into the deep end. But he wouldn't go down willingly…6' and 170 lbs, he was tall and lanky. His gear had been given to him, but he liked it all the same…the pale blue trunks and calf skin wrestling boots that stretched right to his matching knee pads emphasized his good looks and physique. Told he was taking on one…and maybe two ladies, his hormones were going into overdrive and he was non-stop fantasizing about beating up his opponents…hopefully both of them and then running off to the change room to collect and cash a fat cheque he had been promised for this fight. A knock on the door and Stuart emerged, walking and then an excited running to his corner…though he was somewhat deflated to see no one in the stands save a couple of women…but he had been promised a lot of money…not a large audience. Another audible bang on a metal door and the Black Widow emerged, escorted by Angel both of whom nodded and winked at Tiffany and Christy as they passed them on the way to the women's corner. Angel hustled up to the corner turnbuckle and held her hand on the ring rope to clang out the commencement of the match and to signal each fall or submission. The Black Widow…as tall as Stuart, but even more wiry and taut, somersaulted over the top ropes right into the ring. Stuart eyed her entrance is a bit of envy, comparing it to his…and began to wonder what sort of opponent's he had been matched against. His 170 lbs outweighed the Widow's 145 and even more Angel's 135. His confidence, shaken but returning, helped him give a broad smile and wink to Tiffany who he guessed was the orchestrator of this private match he found himself in…and therefore his paymaster. Tiffany then addressed the combatants…”Just like mine, this is a duration match to a submission or KO…No holds barred…GO TO IT!” “DING…DING…” The black widow and Stuart merged from their corners, the Black Widow hanging back ever slightly and waving her male opponent to come closer. As he approached, she locked onto his eyes with hers and flashed a deep smile, barely visible through her mask…their eyes connected and locked…her smile grew deeper…Stuart drew up straight…arms raised but feet square to hers…he pushed forward his right hand and… WHACK……The Black Widow slammed her right foot straight into Stuart's solar plexus…He dropped like a set of nine pins…moaning and rolling while holding his stomach with both hands. The black Widow moved in, grasping Stuart by his long hair and drew up a fistful of it to bring him towards her knee-walking while the Black Widow paused and pulled her right hand away as she slammed her left elbow on his forehead, spiking Stuart back to the canvass. She would seem to walk away from Stuart each time only to pirouette back and move in for another move. Yanking Stuart by the hair, she pulled him clear off his knees into a right side headlock as she backed up and then wrenched the headlock hard, grinding her forearm into his throat. Dropping her arm away, once more she brought her left elbow down onto the nap of Stuart's neck, staggering him once more to his knees. The Black Widow now clasped Stuart's hair with both hands. Twisting two great locks of it into her fingers pulling him forward once more and then WHACKKKKK…she yanked forward with both hands as she slammed her forehead on Stuart's. The crack of bone on bone echoed through the auditorium as Stuart fell to his back and convulsed while holding his now bleeding forehead with both hands, a stream of blood smearing his eye- lids. “Gosh Stuart, not looking too pretty”…the Widow yanked Stuart up by the hair and in a heft, wrapped her arms around his torso, sandwiching his left arm tightly behind his back. Peering straight into his forehead, she whispered ”What a nasty cut…you seem to be a bleeder”. As she did so, she captured Stuart's left wrist with her left hand, unlocked her bear hug and suddenly swung up hard with her right forearm against his bent and now hammerlocked left elbow. Stuart howled in pain but could hardly move so long as his arm was trapped behind his back by the Black Widow's hammerlock. When she finally dropped back a step, it was only so she would wind-up with a sharp punch to Stuart's open belly…she held onto his arm to keep him standing, but let go after a second punch to his navel shook him and dropped him to his knees. The black Widow was not about to let him have a rest, so jerking him up by the hair, the Black Widow hurled Stuart into the ropes…as he rebounded, she shot forward, burying her hands into his gut with a double axe-handed claw. Stuart doubled over and fell back on his butt, wrapping his arms around his abs as the black Widow moved in…a follow-up right elbow to his forehead cracked home and dropped Stuart right to his back where he rocked back and forth. “Need any help” Angel shouted to her partner…she was getting eager to join in the hunt but the Black Widow waved her off…she backed up into the ropes and used the rebound pressure to hurl herself forward. Stuart hardly got the chance to anticipate her as she slammed on his neck with an outstretched leg. As she got up standing, Stuart just moved his hands from his gut to his neck, so the Black Widow jumped up and pumped her feet first the right then the left, in his vulnerable gut, leaving tow reddish imprints of her boots on either side of his navel. After this, Stuart curled up into an undefended ball as the Black Widow turned back towards her opponent. She grasped Stuart's left wrist and pulled it out straight. Stepping over it with her right leg, she held it in between her legs for a moment and then dropped her ass hard against his locked elbow. Stuart let out a scream while the Black widow held his arm taut, twisted around so she could lock her left foot against his thigh and used that, and arm control to flip him over to his back; his grunts were cut off when she then locked her feet around his neck and gave him a good squeeze while continuing to arm bar his aching left arm. The Black Widow scissored Stuart for a moment and then got to her knees and then her feet, all still holding onto his left arm. Planting her boots on either side of his head, she grasped his right wrist as well and now held both straight behind him and pressed his face into the canvass. A quick leap with both feet in the air enabled her to shave both sides of Stuart's head with her boots. “Stand up, Stuart” she pulled up on his taut arms and, as he struggled to his knees, she quickly arm-barred both and pulled him forward so he head was plated between her thighs. The Black Widow jumped up and sprawled back…slamming Stuart hard into the canvass with a perfectly executed Pedigree. Aside from moaning and slight movement, Stuart looked stunned and helpless. The black Widow dropped to her knees and once more grasped Stuart's wrists, pulling them behind his back into a double hammerlock. She whispered “You think this fight is between you and me, don't you, Stuart…” “This is between me and that woman out there in the stands”…Stuart bent his neck to the side to face towards Tiffany…”I'm showing her what I'm going to do to her in a couple of weeks. So Stuart, when I keep beating you up, remember, it's not personal…” She kept Stuart double hammerlocked as she got back to her feet and came around behind him. Pressing his wrists hard on his back, the Black Widow pitched forward, landing her head on his upper back before flipping over and wrenching the hammerlock deep into Stuart's shoulder blades. “I GIVEEEEEE” Stuart had enough…”Not good enough Stuart, beg…BEG Tiffany to ask me to let you go…” The Black Widow hipped back over behind Stuart, still controlling his jelly-like arms behind him but moving from a hammerlock to a surfboard as she pulled them back tight and pressed her foot in the small of his back. Stuart raised his head, looking imploringly at Tiffany and whispered “Please…tell the Widow to…let me go…” “Not loud enough Stuart…that'll cost you”. The Black Widow dropped Stuart's arms behind him, grasped him by the hair and yanked him up into a side headlock. “You need to get closer to Tiffany, I think” as she suddenly bull-dogged Stuart and ran him into the corner turnbuckle nearest Tiffany…”WHACKKKKKK” Stuart fell back, once more massaging his forehead with both hands as the Black Widow moved in… A little more loudly he spoke…”Tiffany…I can't…take…it…Make her stop…please” Tiffany finally spoke up…”Hey Widow…what's that wimp asking me for? I haven't got my price of admission back just yet” The Black Widow moved in…now grasping both of Stuart's ankles and pulling them up into her arm pits…partly lifting him off the canvass. The Black Widow twisted Stuart over…he tried keeping balanced with his arms but they collapsed with her ankle tug…Now moved from his back to stomach, he felt the Black Widow settle on his back in a tightly held boston crab…”Dialogue with Tiffany…” whispered the Black Widow to Stuart as she thrust the crab for the first time… “Yeaooooowoooo…Tiff…I give…HELP!” “GAHHHHHHHH” the Black Widow couldn't help herself, and with Stuart's pouch right in front and undefended, she balled up her right hand into a fist and gave him a shot. The Black Widow rocked Stuart in the crab three more times…extorting three more moaning submissions that she chose to ignore. She finally dropped the sweaty legs of her opponent to the canvass and turned around, grasping Stuart by the hair and drawing him staggering to his knees. “Yeeee…Hahhhhh” With her opponent on his hands and knees, the Black Widow held his head in place with both hands, and jack-knifed Stuart back with a knee to his jaw. She strolled slowly towards Stuart as he waved his hands frantically to submit. “Its coming Stuart, it's about time I finished you off” The black widow kicked Stuart over to his stomach, his legs strewn in Tiffany's direction as the Widow then planted her feet on both his sides. Sliding her arms around Stuart's torso, she locked them together tightly and heft them up, lifting him off the canvass with his arms and legs swinging… “One…two…THREE” The black Widow, in a supreme power move, lifted Stuart up and then arched back, suplaying him backwards over her so his body dropped onto the top rope like a sack of laundry…the rope sagged down nearly to the canvass and bunched up with the other lower ropes…rebounding Stuart was flung out the ring, landing face first on the floor in front of Tiffany. As the Black Widow dropped out of the ring, Stuart reached out with his hands, trying to clasp Tiffany on the ankles, locking on and hopping he wouldn't be dragged back to the ring. “OK Widow…you've made your point”, Tiffany kicked Stuart's hands away. “Take this guy back and finish him off” “My pleasure”, The Black Widow yanked Stuart back by the hair and directed her opponent towards the ring…finally grasping him by the head and thigh and rolling him back through the bottom ropes. Jumping up to the ropes herself, she somersaulted over the top ropes and slammed her boots into Stuart's stomach as she landed. While Stuart balled up tight, she unraveled him by grasping his right arm and planting it over her right shoulder…pulling him up to his knees, she used her left hand to grasp his struggling right thigh and, with another heft, planted him over her shoulders in a backbreaker. Three wicked bounces, three screams of submission and the Black Widow finally finished Stuart off, dropping him back tot eh canvass “Submission, accepted” “Come on Angle…its time to play…” Beaming, Angel left her corner and moved in…”Give him the works…” Angel's match was anti-climactic but she made up for it with a blizzard of moves on Stuart that constituted “the works”. Things went down for Stuart after the first elbow drop to his stomach followed by a mock pin and a stalled three count. Angel's double leg drop on Stuart's shoulders fed into her grasping both his ankles and folding him back into a perfect spladdle…a move that left him helpless, legs and arms churning to no effect. The black Widow had the chance with Stuart's legs splayed apart, to deliver a real coup de grace, but, for once, she held back. Stuart's limbs were then treated to a Mexican suspended ceiling courtesy of Angel who mercifully dropped him over to the side before he could scream out another submission. It got rougher when Angel ran him into the turnbuckle and then balanced him on the ropes while she climbed outside the ring, only to re-enter with a sunset flip over Stuart that left him once again pinned and helpless. The finish was a combination effort with both Angel and the black Widow slamming Stuart from their respective corner turnbuckles with elbow and leg drops…by number 7, Stuart finally stopped moving and lay spread-eagled with his arms and legs flat on the canvass. Number 7, delivered by Angel was followed by a sweet “one…two…three” with the Black Widow on hand to raise her arm in victory as she stood over her male opponent. The Mixed Wrestling Alliance by Madman Alan had long been fascinated by mixed wrestling and when he became aware of The Mixed Wrestling Alliance, he contacted them ro attempt to join. Now 26 years old and 5' 8" and 160 pounds, he used to wrestle in high school. Too many beers and a sedentary job had affected his conditioning, but he was confident that he could still beat just about any woman. He was able to wrangle his way into an Alliance meeting and requested to be given a chance. One woman, Sherry, said she would be glad to tussle with him. Sherry was a very fit and lovely 25 year old. Standing 5' 8" and 140 pounds, her job as a personal trainer kept her in top physical condition. While not a body builder, her sleek muscles were supple and well defined. She had beautiful facial features with peircing blue eyes and straight shoulder length jet black hair. "We'll have a lot of fun and give them a good show" she said pleasantly. Several wrestlers adviced Alan to be careful. They told him that Sherry was a highly skilled and brutal wrestler who took delight in punishing her opponents far more than necessary to win a match. But Sherry was so pretty and so friendly, that Alan thought they were just kidding him. Besides, he requested that the match be decided by pins rather than submissions. Pin wrestling was his background and tended to be far less brutal than submission wrestling. "That's fine with me," Sherry stated with a smile. "But we use five count pins because they require more control by the winner. How about a nice thirty minute two out of three pinfall match?" "Cool, let's do it" responded Alan. He could not wait to grapple with this gorgeous woman. The two weeks before the next event seemed to take forever to pass, but that day finally arrived and it was time for his first match. Alan was the first to enter the ring. He did not own any real wrestling gear and was wearing a pair of tan jogging shorts with sweat socks and tennis shoes. Attention quickly shifted to Sherry as she made her entrance wearing a tight miniscule two piece bright blue spandex outfit that clung to every curve of her magnificent body. Mid-calf length white wrestling boots emphasized her strong shapely legs. Her leg muscles flexed enticingly as she loosened up by bouncing on her toes. The referee was another female wrestler, Debbie, but she was just there to count the pinfalls and to enforce the standard rules. Dave, another wrestler, sat ringside as the timekeeper. Alan was practically bursting with excitement while Sherry stood calmly waiting for the bell. When the match started, Sherry raised her arms, inviting Alan to the classic test of strength. Although Sherry looked pretty strong, Alan was confident that he could handle her, so he locked his hands with her's and pushed forward and downward. He discovered that it became a stalemate, Sherry's surprising strength was every bit his equal. Suddenly and swiftly, Sherry let go of Alan's right hand with her left and grabbed his left wrist while pivoting to apply an arm wringer. Sherry's quickness caught Alan off guard and her two arms easily overpowered only one of his. Sherry continued to crank her arm wringer and Alan doubled over in pain. Without releasing his arm, Sherry drove her knee up into his exposed midsection three times. Alan gasped as the breath was driven from his body. Not yet content, Sherry clubbed him on the back of the head with her elbow. The blow knocked Alan down to the mat on his belly. Sherry followed him down while still controlling his left arm. straddled him and twisted the arm behind his back with a hammerlock. Alan howled in pain as she visciously applied pressure to his trapped arm. "I thought this was supposed to be a fun thing," Alan complained. "I'm having a lot of fun and we are just getting started" was Sherry's smug reply. She leaned down over her victim to maximize the leverage to punish him with her hold. Although she was pleased with the effect of her hammerlock, Sherry wanted to use some other holds on her obviously shocked and overmatched opponent. She let go of Alan's arm in order to cup both her hands under his chin and pulld back with a camel clutch. Sherry adjusted her position from one of kneeling over him to one of crouching over him so that her powerful legs could be used to help increase the force of her new hold. The intense pressure on his neck and back had Alan in agony as Sherry rocked back even further. With great effort, Alan was able to crawl toward the ropes and grasp the bottom rope with his right hand. The referee began a five count. If Sherry did not release her hold, she would be disqualified. Sherry waited until the count of four to let go. As she stood up, she gave Alan a hard stomp in the middle of his sore back. Sherry stepped back, waiting for Alan to get back up to his feet. But before he had a chance to regain his bearings, she grabbed his wrist and flung him into the turnbuckle on the other side of the ring. Immediately, she charged at him and rammed her shoulder into his stomach, winding him again. Sherry's quickness and ferocity were enabled her to totally dominate the match and she was savoring every moment of it. She stood back with a big grin on her face as she watched him slowly sink back down to the mat. This time, Alan could barely get up, so Sherry grabbed his arm and hair and roughly threw him to the center of the ring. Again, Alan landed on his stomach. Showing the newcomer no mercy, Sherry placed her foot in the middle of his back and pulled up both of his arms with a standing surfboard. She gritted her teeth and sneered as she put full power into her current method of torturing Alan. Her leg and shoulder muscles swelled as she used the full strength of her athletic body to continue punishing her hapless victim. Finally, she dropped his arms and commenced kicking him in the side of his ribs until he rolled over to his back. Then she dropped her body across Alan's upper body with a crossbody pin. Alan could offer no resistance as Debbie completed her five count and declared Sherry the winner of the first fall. The two minute break between falls gave Alan a chance to gather himself, but he was still nowhere near full strength. In as much as Sherry had dominated him at full strength, he knew that he was in trouble. He felt his only chance was to stay away from her for awhile, until he regained more strength. Then, perhaps, her could take her down and use his weight to wear her out. Unfortunately for Alan, his plan had no way of dealing with Sherry's incredable quickness, and as soon as the second fall began, she rushed at him and secured a side headlock. She had an evil grin on her face as she dragged Alan around the ring while cranking down hard on her hold. Sherry was well aware the the headlock was the most basic hold in wrestling amd very effective in wearing down an opponent. However, Alan was already worn down and she was using the hold to merely add to his suffering. After a couple minutes, she hip tossed him down to the mat. Sliding behind Alan, she locked him up in a full nelson. One of Sherry's strong beliefs was to never let up on an opponent, especially when she was in total control of the match. She could actually feel the tendons in his neck stretch as she powered the hold. Another of Sherry's beliefs was to always seek to improve a hold in order to maximize the suffering of her victim. She snaked her legs out around Alan and and added a tough bodyscissors to her nelson. Sherry's legs were her strongest bodypart and she had overwhelmed Alan so far without even hardly using them. Now her legs could dramatically increase the suffering of her victim, a prospect that strongly appealed to her. Her degree of pleasure derived from wrestling was directly proportional to the amount of pain she doled out and Sherry intended to enjoy this match to the max. Sherry rolled to her side in order to be able to pressure her devasting combination hold more efficiently. Pulling up on her full nelson stretched his midsection and made him even more vulnerable to the crushing pressure of her powerful muscular legs. She taunted her victim. "I'm so glad you joined our group, you are so much fun to wrestle." Alan started to reply, but an additional hard jolt from her scissors prevented him from talking. He now realized that he should have heeded the advice about Sherry's brutal sadistic tactics, but it was far too late for that now. Sherry was in her glory. She loved combination holds as they enabled her to torment her victim more effectively than with a single hold. They also afforded her the pleasure of using her entire body, both arms and both legs, to enjoy inflicting that pain. She sensed that Alan was on the verge of passing out from the pain and the lack of air from her scissors and she did not want her pleasure ended. So, she released her holds, stood up and pulled her helpless victim up to his knees. Trapping his head between her firm thighs, she reached down and locked her arms around his waist. Lifting him up to an inverted position, she dropped down to the mat with a viscious piledriver. Alan's head crashed into the mat and he was barely conscious. Standing up, Sherry took a moment to admire her work. Then Sherry laid down on her back next to Alan. She dragged his limp body on top of hers. A confused Debbie counted to five and declared Alan to be the winner of the second fall. Although she was very familiar with Sherry's passion for brutalizing her victims, Debbie was amazed that she would go so far as to give him the fall just for the opportunity to continue working him over for yet another fall. But when she saw the intense gleam in Sherry's eyes, she decided to say nothing about it. Debbie knew that when Sherry had that look in her eyes that someone was going to suffer. Better that Sherry continue to devastate Alan than turn on herself, she thought. Sherry asked how much wrestling time remained and Dave told her nine minutes. It was obvious that she could win the third fall in less than one minute, but she was pleased to know that sufficient time was available to continue punishing Alan and she fullly intended to do just that. This time the two minute break did little to help Alan and he was still groggy as Dave rang the bell for the deciding fall. Sherry charged at Alan and took him to the mat with a perfect double leg takedown. Without releasing his legs, she stepped over his prone body and turned him to his stomach. Now it was easy for her to crouch down over him and pull his legs back with a cruel Boston crab. Alan howled in pain at the intense pressure on his thighs and his already weakened back. The sound inspired Sherry to pull back even harder. Knowing that she was severely hurting her victim always made her want to hurt him even more. She was delighted to know that she was torturing Alan with one of wrestling's most painful holds. After all, his pain was her gain. Sherry enjoyed competitive matches, but nothing was more enjoyable than really giving it to a totally defenseless victim like she was doing at this time. The only thing that Sherry did not like about this hold was that she was unable to see Alan's agonized facial expressions. So, she let go of his legs and hauled him back up to his feet. With one arm between his legs and the other around his shoulders, she lifted him up in the position to set up a bodyslam. But instead of slamming him to the mat, she dropped down to her left knee and slammed his back across her outstretched right thigh. Pushing down on both his legs and his chin, she was able to continue tormenting Alan with this excrutiating backbreaker. However, this time she was able to savor viewing the pain in his face. "I give up - I submit" groaned Alan. "Sorry Alan, you were the one who asked for pins only, so there are no submissions" Sherry told him. She spoke with mock sweetness, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Just for spite, she pushed down even more forcably on his twisted body. "But I will let you out of this one" she cheerfully informed him. Sherry rolled Alan off her thigh so that he laid on his back. She positioned herself so that she was sitting just above his head. His break from her punishing holds was brief as she quickly jammed her shapely calf under his chin and locked him up in a tight figure four scissors. Alan's arms thrashed against her solid legs in vain as he sought relief from this choking painful hold. Sherry ruthlessly grabbed his left hand and added a painful wristlock to her figure four. Sherry peered down at his reddening face as she cinched the scissors more tightly and bent his wrist further back. "It just doesn't get much more fun than this, does it?" she asked. Her hard bulging calf muscle was pressed firmly right against his throat, so there was no way that Alan could respond. Noticing how much suffering this combination was causing, Sherry maintained these holds for a good three minutes. Finally, she cheerfully announced "Okay, I'm ready to pin you now." As she unclasped her scissors, Sherry made sure to drag her leg across his face so that her boot laces dug into his skin. If there was any way to increase the suffering of her victim, Sherry would always take full advantage of it. Standing up, Sherry dropped down hard on Alan's chest and ground her knees into his upper arms in a classic but tough schoolgirl pin. But as Debbie counted, Sherry pulled his shoulder up at the count of four to prevent the match from ending. "Let's try a grapevine," she exclaimed as if Alan had any choice in the matter. Lacing her long powerful legs around his, Sherry began to torture Alan's legs. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, locking her hands behind his back. This lifted his shoulders off the mat and, once again, prevented a pinfall from ending the match. Sherry's glutes and hamstrings literally appeared to dance as she put full power into her latest punishing hold. She knew that time was running short and she wanted to use every minute to maximize Alan's torture. By this time, Alan was too weakened to scream or even groan in pain and the only sounds heard were Sherry's grunts as she strove to use all of her considerable strength in pressuring her grapevine. Sherry had never beaten a guy this severely and she saw no reason to let up on him now. She could hear the grinding of his ligaments and tendons as she brutally forced his legs even further apart. Don, the timekeeper, announced that there was only one minute left in the match. Sherry got off her victim and looked almost disappointed that her fun was about to end. But she still had time for one more devastating move. Climbing to the top rope, she smiled down at her motionless prone victim. Leaping off the rope, she came crashing down with a viscious knee drop to Alan's stomach. His body twitched and convulsed briefly before becoming motionless again. Sherry stood over him and pressed her foot into his chest while flexing her arms in an arrogant victory pose as Debbie verbalized the five count to make her victory official. Sherry was pleased that she had used the full thirty minutes to win a match that she could have easily won in five minutes. She had thoroughly enjoyed using the additional twenty five minutes to punish and torture Alan purely for her own amusement. Her only regret was that the match had not been even longer, but she knew that other opportunities would come. Perhaps she would get lucky and Alan would request a rematch. There were lots of tough holds that she did not have sufficient time to use on him and would like nothing more than to get the chance to do so. Even if he did not seek a rematch, there would always be some other fool willing to take her on. And Sherry would be ready, willing and able to put him firmly in his place. |
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Re: Old Website -Dean Rebel - www.markf30.com
I was in a video for this company with Mutiny...probably from 2005. I think it was Canada vs Brazil or something like that. Does anyone have access to that video? I had it on an external hard drive that got damaged and lost.
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Re: Old Website -Dean Rebel - www.markf30.com
G is an author who posted a great number of excellent stories on the Valkyrie web site. He and a few others were very helpful to my when I was writing and I still use their stories as models for what I write.
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