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Hey forum, this is my first ever attempt at a story here. My mixed wrestling story debut if you will. It’s actually the first part of a true story. Feel free to leave any comments or questions. The next part will be up very soon, hope you enjoy…

As a child growing up in Las Vegas, my mother like many adults in the city worked in a casino. Little things in life spider web in a way that you may not see at the time, but end up having a profound effect on you. In this case it was the fact my mom worked at this particular casino, with a particular woman whom she would end up becoming great friends with. Now why did this have such an effect on me? Because the woman in question had a daughter. A young blonde girl named Chrissy, and though I wouldn’t recognize it until a while later into adulthood, Chrissy served as a major influence in my life.

See with my mom being such good friends with both her parents, I spent a lot time in my early childhood (I’d say first to fourth grade) hanging out with Chrissy. Sometimes at my house but mostly we went to hers, a really nice place at the edge of town. Now I know what a lot of you are probably thinking, especially with the title of this story but let me clear this up, I loved hanging out with her and her parents. Both her parents were extremely nice and fun people, her father in fact gave me my first sip of wine of my life. Their house was awesome, besides being spacious it featured a massive pool in the backyard we took full advantage of. And as far as Chrissy herself, while she was certainly a handful she was a lot of fun to play with.

We played a lot of games together, different video, board, all the things kids do. But, there was one game that was the go to, our primary game if you will… seriously if you can’t guess what that is you’re probably on the wrong website… yep, wrestling! And I don’t mean imitating pro wrestling, I mean two kids going at it till one emerged victorious. This always took place in two areas of the house, her bedroom and the pool. And it’s not like we had formal rules or anything, it was just go at until someone gives. A few more things about Chrissy that I feel are important to understand this story. First of all, like I said she was blonde (just for the sake of picturing all this). Another thing I haven’t mentioned but you all could’ve easily guessed, she was a tomboy to the extreme. In fact it was usually her that instigated our matches. Last and certainly not least, she was two years older than me. I feel that’s very important because she, well…

She always fucking won! As hard as I would try, and believe me we always had very intense matches, I couldn’t ever conquer my older childhood friend. I always gave it back to her pretty good, there were no easy matches, but there were no victories for me either. From seven to ten years old, matching someone two years older, no matter the sex is just too much a disadvantage. So as good as I gave and as close as some of our matches got, Chrissy always came out the victor. And boy could she rub it in. Now to her credit she didn’t do this constantly, in fact we never talked about it when we weren’t wrestling. It was only after one of her wins, when the verbal tongue lashing would begin. That along with one of two things… Chrissy would either sit on me (she always sat on my chest, stomach or back, usually with her hands on her hips) or… torture me by literally rubbing it in. Of course I’m referring to her rubbing her feet on my face. Her sweaty girl feet, I mean she did this so much I swear I could smell her feet from my house. It usually didn’t go much further than this, with a couple exceptions of her sticking her toes into my mouth. And no, at the time I wasn’t a fan.

Now, as I’m sure many of you can imagine this wound up having a massive effect on me. One I didn’t even recognize until much latter. At the time you’re just a kid, it’s just a game. As a teenager your hormones come into play and you start to realize you have certain fetishes. And as an adult, it wasn’t until my mid twenties it even crossed my mind to think about why my fetishes are what they are. Granted they’re not the craziest ones out there (I’m not Armie Hammer) and there’s obviously a decent amount of people out there that share my likes. But it’s also not exactly the most mainstream, so why this stuff? Until I traced it back, and it all made sense… Chrissy. And even though this was all prepuberty and neither of us had a thought of anything even related to this, being that intimate with a girl could be considered my first sexual experience and definitely made an imprint on me that shaped my sexual life.

So what happened to Chrissy… well after fourth grade (for her sixth grade) her and her parents moved. Her parents and my mom lost touch and that was kind of that… until recently. It was just last year I randomly got a Facebook notification, a friend request from a familiar name. I was on the verge of deleting my account too, I never use Facebook for anything anyway. This kept me on the platform a little longer. I accepted and sent her a message. We went back and forth with a few pleasantries and asking how the other has been. She said she had been talking to her mom and the subject of my mom came up. It prompted her to look me up and here we are. This didn’t last long though as we both only messaged for a week and just went on with our lives.

Then four months ago as I was finally about to delete my Facebook, I went through my messages and remembered I had talked to Chrissy for the first time in twenty three years. I decided to message her one more time. She messaged back and we began chatting. Learning about each others lives, all we had been up to. She lives on the other side of the country. In fact it turns out she had just been in town the month before, of course. She’s now married with children and I myself am engaged. We talked about growing up and I knew I had to bring it up.

She had actually forgotten she was two years older than me. I threw out “that’s probably why you always kicked my ass”. Her response was a little surprising “Did I?!” followed by classic Chrissy shit talking. I brought up our matches and to my surprise she actually didn’t even remember any of it. The bright side was she wasn’t surprised by any of it and she didn’t shy away from it. Her tomboy streak really carried through her whole life. What did throw her off was her victory celebrations “OMG my feet?!? God I was such a weirdo lol” I thought that part was now gone from her for good. Turns out I’d be wrong about that too.

We texted back and forth a lot, I’d joke about getting my revenge and she’d counter saying things about how her feet would beat me again. There was one interaction in particular that surprised me. We were talking about her wins against me and how I could settle the score when she started sending memes of champions followed by something straight out of one of these stories… “Aaaaaannnnnd in the blue corner. Standing 5 foot 7 blonde hair and feet made of steel Chhhrrrriiiiissssyyyyyy!!!! *crowd erupts”

We would continue to talk regularly for the next few months. We’d text, play each other in phone games (funny even as adults we’re still playing games) and banter about wrestling. I randomly found a WWE Championship I had in a box. I sent her a picture and she said it was perfect and that it even had her name written on it… champ. Gotta hand it to her, she’s pretty witty. She even referred to herself as my childhood nemesis. I know you’re probably wondering, I had thrown out the idea of getting a chance at revenge against her. She’d respond talking shit and saying something about how her feet would destroy me. Being serious, she’d say she didn’t think she’d have much of a chance against me as a grown man. Although that softened a little when we found out we share the exact same stats, 5’7 180lbs… because of course we do. And through all this, I did ask her if she was serious about giving me a rematch. She was hesitant, I explained without giving away everything what it would mean to me. I ultimately got the response “Yeah fine, I’ll wrestle you” it was only a matter of practicality. When could that possibly be?

Last week I got a text. I looked down at the phone screen “Chrissy” nothing too surprising, we text pretty regularly. I opened up the message… “Hey kid, guess who’s in town”


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Even though Chrissy lives across the country her parents were living back in town. So Chrissy and her family tried to make their way out here at least once a year. And it happened their latest trip was last week. The first day I met up with Chrissy and her husband. She was upbeat and jovial, ran up and gave me a big hug. It was nice to see my childhood friend/nemesis again after all this time. I took them out to a Mexican restaurant. Afterwards we went to her parents house where I saw them again for the first time in so long. They were still the same nice fun people they were when I was a child. Speaking of which I met her children there as well, rambunctious is the description I’d use. Definitely Chrissy’s spawns. I stayed for about an hour and left. The next day they all hung out as a family. The day after that Chrissy and her husband went to a show and had some drinks with some people she knew here. It was three days after I had hung out with them, around ten at night when I got a message from Chrissy. She invited me over for a drink at her parents house.

I’m not gonna lie, I felt a sense of nervousness in the pit of my stomach. I really had no idea what was gonna happen, I just knew I wasn’t gonna force anything. There was one giveaway though. One of the texts she sent me inviting me over for a drink read “And don’t forget to bring the champ’s title lol” referencing the WWE Championship I had sent her a picture of. I wasn’t sure if it was purely conjecture, hell I wasn’t even sure it really meant we were gonna wrestle for real or not. Regardless I put it in the trunk of my car just to be safe. The drive was a mix of excitement, uncertainty and about a million other feelings. I mean I wasn’t even sure whether or not I wanted to win. All I knew was I wanted this match to happen, and after so many years of never believing for a moment there was even a remote possibility it would, tonight was the night it actually could.

I had made sure to have a cigarette while I was parked around the corner from the house. One mild stimulate before meeting Chrissy again. I arrived a little after eleven, parked in her driveway I sent a text not wanting to knock and potentially wake up her children or parents. The front door cracked open and I exited the car. I walked along the garage door and turned the corner to see Chrissy standing there in the doorway.

As I had arrived in a pair of grey sweatpants, white tee shirt, grey jacket and black shoes, dressed for a relaxing hangout or possible physical activity if that came up. I looked upon Chrissy with her long blonde hair free flowing down her shoulders and back, dressed in a white tee with an orange logo on the chest, tight blue jeans and black heeled boots… okay, not exactly wrestling attire but let’s see where it goes. She rushes out of the house and greets me again with a big hug. After we embrace she pulls me inside and leads me to the kitchen area. The house is dark except the kitchen and living room and no one appears to be in sight. Chrissy asks me what I prefer, beer or wine? Beer of course, she gets two and we sit down at the kitchen counter across from each other.

I ask if everyone’s in bed, to which she tells me actually her parents and children are out of town. They took her kids to an amusement park, and her husband is having a late night hanging out with some of his friends from town since they hung out with her friends last night… I digest this information, feeling a little better about what this evening will entail. I ask about her trip and she goes in on the details, letting me know the great time she’s been having. We go back and forth for about thirty minutes talking and drinking.

Suddenly she stares at me with a stern but playful look as a slight smirk forms from her mouth. “You ready?” Oh shit, “ready for what” trying to play it cool. She lays her arm flat on the table with her hand open. I look down and look back up at her confused. It almost looks like she wants to arm wrestle but her arm isn’t in the right position for it. I look back up at her with a raised eyebrow “grab my hand” so I do and she squeezes her hand shut… it takes me a second to realize what we’re doing… “One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war…” I figure it out before she can take advantage of the surprise thumb wrestling match and our thumbs fight it out. Now here’s the thing, I always suck at this, but she doesn’t, and even though I’m able to slip out of two of her pins the third puts me down as she counts to three.

“Wooooooo! Winner again!” She throws her arms in the air and takes a drink. I laugh “yeah, congratulations” she laughs “still got you beat kid” I laugh back in response. “Yeah, that’s not exactly the rematch I had in mind” “I know” she says followed by silence as I desperately search my brain for the right words to say next. Turns out I don’t have to, “so you wanna do this now?” I’ll save you all from the tactical back forth I went through to ensure we were talking about the same thing. Just know it leads to exactly what I was dreaming of, I’m about to rematch my childhood nemesis. “I told you to bring my title though” she says seemingly half sarcastic. I inform her it’s actually in my car and she tells me to go get it while she gets ready.

I head out to the car and retrieve the championship belt and make my way to the living room. Sitting on the couch I wait about five minutes before Chrissy returns, this time in the same white tee but now wearing pink pajama pants with a turquoise pattern and barefoot… of course. I remove my shoes and jacket and approach her in my white tee, grey sweats and white socks as we meet in the middle of the carpeted living room floor. Here I am, two and half decades later about to have a rematch with the girl that essentially imprinted most of my fetishes onto me. We stand a few feet apart, completely evenly matched at five foot seven and one hundred and eighty pounds… she still has the two years on me of course. Chrissy bends over placing her hands on her knees staring up at me “Ready… go!”


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I can already tell that this match is going to be nothing like the ones you had when you were so young, though I still think Chrissy is going to kick your ass. Here's hoping you at least put up enough of a struggle to get those pink pyjama bottoms off her.

Good luck, mate, and thanks for sharing this story with us.
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THE MATCH

Chrissy sprung up and launched her arms out trying to grab for my head and shoulders. I was a little thrown off by her immediate aggressiveness but had a good enough reaction to backpedal just out of her range. She still pursued me though trying to grab a hold of me, so as I backed up I brought my arms up to defend from hers. We wound up hand fighting as we moved in circles around the living room with Chrissy moving forward and me on the back foot. Eventually our hands got tied up almost in a test of strength type position before we came to a stop. Neither of us we’re trying to out muscle the other, more so we were moving each others hands around trying to get the others arms out of the way as we both looked for an opening. Chrissy was smiling at me, almost giggling which cause me to smile. Eventually when no openings could be found, Chrissy decided to pull her hands away and make a sudden charge, running her body at mine.

I braced myself and absorbed the impact, our arms wrapped around each other as we collided. I was almost knocked back, but Chrissy hadn’t gotten enough momentum on the charge to tackle me down. So here we were in a mutual bear hug dancing around the living room. This was the most intimate we had been, body to body looking for a way to take each other to the ground. Her blonde hair was flying everywhere as we twist and turned, eventually finding ourselves almost side to side with our arms still wrapped around each other. However she had her left leg in front of my right and she didn’t let that go to waste. Chrissy lifted her leg and twisted her hips, causing me to lose my footing. I was twisted down to the carpet where Chrissy landed sideways down on top of my chest. It was my childhood nemesis that took the first advantage of the match, punctuated by the audible Hah I heard come from above me.

The impact hadn’t taken much out of me though and I was able with my arms still wrapped around her to roll her off of me. Her back was on the ground less than a second before she whipped her legs over and rolled out of my grasp. With us facing each other on our hands and knees, Chrissy once again was the aggressor pouncing like a lion on its prey, one arm wrapped around my head and the other around my arm. Knowing how dangerous a position this could be I charged forward causing Chrissy to be pushed backwards to the floor. But she held onto me and added to my struggles by wrapping those pajama legged pants around my body. I didn’t know how strong her legs were and I didn’t want to find out. Before she could put the squeeze on the scissors I rolled over onto my back. Chrissy was on top of me but the scissor had been broken, I knew I couldn’t stay here though so I bridged and actually managed to slip out underneath her legs. This was my best chance so far, with Chrissy on all fours in front of me. It was my turn to pounce as I wrapped my arms around her body, when suddenly and to my shock she did a roll forward. I rolled with her and when we stopped I had lost my hold of her altogether. At this moment I was in awe, yeah Chrissy had been a tough girl when we were kids, but I know she never did any training. Instead she just had amazing instincts, I truly never in my wildest dreams expected this.

Separated from the roll I popped up to my feet and turned around, trying to find my wrestling opponent. And when I did I was met with a charging 5’7 blonde battering ram. She had found me first and took the chance to tackle me. I had no chance to stop it as Chrissy drove me onto the couch. I’d say hey at least the couch is a softer landing, but I was stuck. My back laying down on the couch, Chrissy had straddled me and managed to grab my wrists. “I think I’m winning dude” she mocked from atop me. I took a moment to breathe which I think she appreciated as well. And yes she had the advantage, again. But I knew she couldn’t beat me from here. After a momentary rest, I swung my legs up, just flexible enough to get them around her body and pull her backwards off of me. Chrissy gasped as she fell backwards off the couch smacking down onto the carpet back first. I shot up and noticing Chrissy’s legs in the air I grabbed her by the ankles and pinned them down by her head. I finally had the advantage and I had it in a humiliating way, with Chrissy folded underneath me. As I stared down at the blonde mess beneath me, a thought crossed my mind. “Hey Chrissy, remember what you used to do to me?” And with that I pushed Chrissy’s own feet into the sides of her face. This elicited immediate shrieking and writhing. Chrissy screamed and thrashed underneath me, eventually able to grab my hands and break her legs from my grasp. She placed both feet on my chest and pushed, knocking me back into the couch. I watched as she rolled onto her knees, her loose blonde hair disheveled across her face that showed a look of anger and determination. “You… fuckhead! You’re dead!”

With that Chrissy sprung at me once again but I was able to push myself up and drive my shoulder into her abdomen. With my arms wrapped around her back I drove her into the ground. She again wrapped those meaty thighs around my torso but this time she completed the scissors. And yes, it was tight. Turns out she does have strong legs as I felt my ribs folding to the pressure. It wasn’t powerful enough to elicit a tap though, at least not yet. I sat up and swung my leg over, rolling Chrissy onto her front. From there breaking the scissors was simple enough, I tried to grab her legs to apply a Boston crab but again, she has some pretty strong legs and was able to pull them out of my grasp. So I simply spun around and wound up laying down directly on top of her back pushing her face first into the carpet. If the competition wasn’t so fierce this would have been a problematic position for both of us.

Chrissy however was able to push up onto all fours. I saw my chance and threw my right arm around her neck. She must’ve known this was coming though as she hand her hand there to catch my arm and stop me from sinking in the choke. She then pushed up even more and began shaking me, I was sliding off the top of her over her head. I saw a chance here though and allowed her to continue shaking me off, right until my legs were at her head. I swung a leg in front of her and put on a reverse leg triangle. Now my legs are nowhere near as strong as hers but I knew if I could lock it in this would be my chance to win. Unfortunately Chrissy’s superb instincts kicked in again and she kept herself upright, grabbing a hold of my foot she dislodged the hold causing me to tumble forward. I recovered and we once again met each other in a mutual bear hug on our knees. This time we both went down sideways and the rolling match began. Back and forth across the room each trying to stay on top of each other. Eventually our legs kicked each other away and we found ourselves face to face on our knees once again.

This was getting super intense, both of us fighting with everything to win. The whole thing felt primal, like two evenly matched animals fighting to the death. She came at me but I ducked under and wrapped my arms around her thigh. She countered by pushing herself up against my back and spinning out of my grasp, now trying to take my back. I repeated what Chrissy had done early and rolled forward with her on me. When we came to a stop in a sitting position and I twisted my body and got on top of her. She threw her legs up trying to catch me in a headscissors. I pushed her legs away before she could lock it in which caused her to roll over. When Chrissy stoped she popped up to her feet but I met her there and threw her in a head lock. I felt like this was my best chance so I used my leg to trip her and take Chrissy down with a head lock takedown, similar to what she had done to me in the beginning of the match. Only something happened, I still don’t know what. Somehow she slipped her head out as we were going down. I found myself on my knees with Chrissy somewhere behind me. That’s when it happened, Chrissy’s right arm snapped around my throat. Before I could stop it or do anything I was pulled backwards into Chrissy’s grasp. I was laying back on top of her with the rear naked choke fully sunk in, before she made my situation worse by digging her feet into the carpet and rolling me onto my front. Chrissy’s full body wait was on top of me, me left arm was trapped under my own body, completely unable to move. I couldn’t even get my legs under me, all I had was my right arm which feebly grasped at her bulging right bicep. I could feel my face getting hotter as it was being pushed into the carpet, my eyes involuntarily welling up. I knew I was fucked, but I searched my mind for a way out, thinking of anything I could do. But I spent too much time thinking…

I woke up staring at the ceiling, I noticed the blades of the fan spinning before I took in everything else. Looking further up I noticed a slightly concerned look on the face of Chrissy staring down at me. Her face was hot and sweaty framed by disheveled blonde hair. I realized my head was resting in her lap. I thought about what happened, it all came back to me… I lost. “Are you alright?” hearing the most concern I had heard in Chrissy’s voice all night. “Yeah, I mean… I’ll be okay… except that, I mean…” I took a deep breath “Congratulations Chrissy, you won” Her concerned look faded away as a smile formed on her face “yeah, kicked your ass again kid” punctuated by sticking out her tongue. She rubbed my head for a little bit, still laying in her lap. When she made sure I was good, she gently lifted my head and got up. “Stay there, it’s time to pay the piper” I stared at that sexy ass in those pajama pants as she sauntered over to the couch. She bent down and picked up the WWE championship belt. I had forgotten all about that. I watched from my back as she secured the title around her waist before walking back towards me. Chrissy stopped at my side and used her foot to roll me onto my front. Lying face down on the carpet I watched as her left foot came down right next to my face, then felt her right foot come down on top of my head. Chrissy stood there, title around her waist, hands on her hips and her barefoot pinning my head down. “Aaannnnnddddd stillllllllllllll…. world wrestling championnnnnn…….. Chhhhrrriiisssssssyyyy!” After all this time, she had conquered me again.

And then just like when we were kids, Chrissy punctuated her victory by sticking her toes in my mouth. She giggled as she wiggled them around “how does deFEET taste” she cackled as she rubbed my loss in. It couldn’t have been more than several seconds before she pulled her foot out but it’s another Chrissy memory that’s burned in my mind permanently. After her post match celebration she helped me up and gave me a big hug. Asked if we were cool which I replied of course. We sat and the couch and watched tv for the next hour. I rubbed her feet as a reward for her victory. Admitted that she owned me while she praised me for how tough of a match it was and how close it had been. Eventually I was ready to take off, she walked me to the door and gave me one last hug. When we broke I dropped down to my knees and gave my childhood nemesis a kiss on her victorious bare feet. She giggled and before I left she told me not to worry, I’d have a chance again someday.
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It was a very tough fight, and it really looked like you gave it all you had, mate. I am still happy to see that Chrissy won, though. No offense to you, but victory looks good on that woman.

Thanks for sharing this story with us. If you do end up getting that rematch, I would be very interested in reading about it.
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Thank you for your comment. It was tough, being honest she was a lot better than I ever expected. And the loss was a little tough to take, I’m still in a little bit of a fog after the whole thing. That being said I don’t regret it at all. If the rematch ever does happen I’ll update, maybe if there’s any interest I’ll post stories about some of my other experiences.
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