Vals Introduction to Wrestling

The cloudiness started to drain from Mo's eyes as I could see her grasping what had just happened and where she was.

"what the fuck was that about" she spat, "And what the hell are you doing to me?"

"I have you pinned, do you submit my little Mo?" I said with a grin.

Mo was not amused. I can't be sure what she said in response primarily because it came out as a grunt, but also because in less than a blink of an eye Mo had made some series of movements that had her out from under me and her legs clamped around my stomach before I could even see what was going on. It took me several seconds to realize that not only was I no longer on top of her, but that she had me in a very difficult spot.

At this moment it also occurred to me that she was going to use her legs like this so that she could manipulate me into a position where she could make a move on me. But after she got her legs into the position she wanted, and had her feet wrapped around each other for leverage I came to the dark realization that this was the move. Her legs were squeezing me tighter and tighter and I could barely breathe. The pain in my midsection made me feel as though I were in a vice, I moaned in pain and nearly dove into a state of panic as I realized I couldn't even get enough air back into my lungs to breathe.

This was pure torture.

"What the FUCK was that about?" Mo repeated, "I am so pissed off at you right now, your lucky I don't just start pulling your hair out or punch you in the face. You said lets take it easy then you charge at me like a bat out of hell and slam down on me."

I could tell from her tone she was not all that far from delivering on those threats. I wanted to apologize but I couldn't get enough air in my lungs to even breathe let alone apologize.

"Well how do you like this now tough girl." Mo grunted out as she punctuated the remark with an even tighter squeeze of her powerful thick thighs.

I could tell she wasn't going to let up any time soon, she was working herself into a rage and I started to worry that she would start pulling my hair as my head was in easy range of her hands. I needed to get out of this situation and fast, before I passed out from the pain or lack of O2. I forced myself to calm down and take stock of the situation. My left arm was pinned at my side up by her crotch as her legs had caught my arm in there when she grabbed me. My right arm was free but was closer to her feet, her feet, that's it. Her feet were wrapped around each other and she was using the leverage she got from that to squeeze me tighter. I would just try and pry her feet apart with my free hand. It didn't take long to see that I was not going to have any success with just one hand.

"Nice try sweetie but you should use that hand to fuck yourself, because that's the only luck you're gonna have with it."

I was absolutely shocked, it was not like Mo at all to use foul language, let alone say something as crass as what just came out of her mouth.

"I will let you go when you start crying." She said.

I pulled in enough breath to say "Pleeeease, Mo, this really hurts."

"No way" was her response but I could feel that she loosened her grip just a bit as she said it. That's my Mo, just a big softy really, even when she was rightfully pissed at me.

After a few minutes of torture Mo's anger subsided and she finally let me go. I rolled away from her on the floor and just lay there, too exhausted to even move my fingers.

"I am sorry, but that really hurt when you tackled me like that" she confided a short while later. I let her know how sorry I genuinely was. Once again we were good friends and Mo spent the next couple of hours teaching me how to prevent certain moves and things I could do to keep from giving my opponent the upper hand. I was really surprised by how complicated it all was. Leg holds were a huge part of the sport, and if your opponent got you into a good one, you needed to get out fast or you would most surely lose the match. Shortly after noon Mo had to leave so she could get ready for her date with her husband.

After she had gone I spent a few minutes cleaning up my impromptu wrestling arena then headed upstairs to shower.

While the entire experience had not been anything like I expected, and unfortunately not nearly as erotic as I had planned, I was nonetheless still pretty turned on from the whole thing. There had been plenty of times which I had been in close contact with Mo that I felt myself getting aroused. Surprisingly, I realized I was most turned on while Mo had me pinned in that brutal leg lock. The final 15 minutes of my shower was spent releasing my pent up sexual energy as I used the removable shower head to pelt my clit with scintillating water pulses and my mind to think about Mo's legs wrapped around my head rather than my midsection.

"I cannot believe how sore I am!"

Mo and I were having lunch on Monday when I started telling her about my various aches and pains. Every muscle in my body was completely sore.

"Well, you had better feel better by Thursday night, because we are going to wrestling practice at the gym. You can make it right?"

"Of course I can" I responded. I wouldn't miss it for the world.

I was traveling Tuesday and Wednesday so the week flew by and I was happy to see Thursday arrive so quickly. As I walked into the judo studio I was really surprised to see so many attractive women present. I wasn't really expecting a pack of biker women, but the majority of the women were thin and attractive. If someone had shown me this group of women in public I would have guessed they were friends from a country club, not a wrestling group. As Mo and I walked in Mo got a whole bunch of hello's and nods, but the first person to really greet us was a gorgeous brunette that came jogging from the far side of the waiting room.

"MO!" she said by way of a big greeting, "this must be your friend Val! How nice to meet you, I am kylie" Her huge smile, glowing eyes and genuine friendliness made me instantly fond of this woman.

I returned her big smile and introduced myself, "Valerie Parker, how very nice to meet you kylie, I have heard a great deal about what you have started here and I can honestly say it is a pleasure to meet you."

As I took a moment to soak in her beauty I had an inward chuckle at my slight fib. Certainly I was truthful when I said what a pleasure it was to meet her, but I was not exactly truthful about why I was so happy to meet her. Her 5'5" frame could not have had an ounce of fat on it, yet she was very shapely for such an athletic body and her skin was pure gold. Her bright eyes lit up her adorable features and her shoulder length hair could have been from a shampoo commercial. I am not sure how long I sat there staring while her and Mo were amiably chitchatting, but a tug on my sleeve from Mo pulled me from my reverie and we walked back to the locker room to get ready for class.

We spent the first 10 minutes of class stretching and the next 30 minutes doing torturous exercises designed to increase stamina and strength. Several times I though I was going to throw up from the exertion, but Kylie was a tireless leader, and despite the fact that she did all of the exercises with us, she looked to have hardly broken a sweat. With 20 minutes of class remaining, Kylie paired us up with partners, trying to make even matches of height and weight. I cursed my luck as I was partnered with a red-haired woman named Emily that was about an inch taller than me and maybe 15 pounds heavier, most of which was could be found in her ample bottom. One short thin woman that I guessed to be about 23 was left with out a partner so Kylie paired up with her. Kylie started us with some grappling drills and we were instructed to take turns executing them on each other. The strenuous aerobic workout had everyone in the room sweating a bit, but Emily was sweating profusely, so much so that her baggy sweat pants and t-shirt were soaked through with sweat. I was really not looking forward to grappling with her.

Our first maneuver was to come at our opponent from the front, swing one arm up and around their back, and attempt to put them in a headlock. Emily told me to go first so I came at her very tentatively and as put her into as loose a headlock as I could manage. The feel of her soaking hair and slippery skin against the underside of my arm made me want to cringe and I didn't put any pressure on her head at all.

"That's not a headlock" she spat as she easily pulled her head from my grasp and pushed me backwards with a violent shove to my chest that sent spikes of pain shooting through me. Instantly she was charging at me and before I could even put my arms up she had me in tight headlock, the back of my head pressed tightly into her armpit and breast and her sticky arm wrapped up under my neck and chin. My nostrils were assaulted with her body odor. Ughhh, how could this be happening to me? Then she started to walk backwards and forwards, keeping me off balance and dragging me about. Against my will I had to grab her body with my arms to keep some of the pressure off of my neck, which was starting to feel like she was trying to break.

"Now this is how you get someone in a headlock" she was touting.

Thankfully she let me go before I had to take another breathe of her acrid smelling body odor.

"Now try that on me and don't go pussy footing around like last time"

"Ok" was all I could manage as anger began to well up inside of me. I would show her.

With all of my strength I swung my arm in behind her head and pulled her head up into my armpit and wrenched my forearm up into her chin and neck. I pulled tightly around her neck and took some steps forwards and backwards to return the favor. I was so angry I decided to grab the arm I had under her chin with my free hand and applied some extra pressure to her neck, pulling her head up even tighter into my armpit and breast. I wasn't even thinking to let go when I felt her hand gently pat me on the hip as if to say, "ok enough."

I was breathing heavy from the sudden flow of energy and exertion as I released her. She stood up straight and took a step back while maintaining eye contact,

"Now that's how you practice, don't try that prissy crap again or I will hurt you."

"Don't be so sure of that" was my knee-jerk response and it only served to elicit a smile from my opponent.

For the next 15 minutes Emily and I traded high energy attacks on each other as I concentrated on not getting sick from her body odor. At one point I got a glance under her short sleeved shirt into her armpit and was enlightened as to why she had such potent body odor. In her armpit was a dense crop of jungle like bright red body hair, I was shocked. I had never seen such hairy pits on a man, let alone on a woman. The torture continued when I found out the hard way that her armpit odor was not the worst she had to offer. During one leglock during which she was only supposed to get me around the midsection, she got her legs up higher, closed about my breasts for an excruciating few seconds, at which time her crotch was right up against my own armpit. The smell of her crotch was pungent and foul. I could not believe I was partnered with this woman, but even more, I really could not believe was how wet I was. Despite her foul odor and gruff personality I would have been more than happy to take Emily into the women's locker room, give her a good showering, and then eat her out until she came all over my face. Hell, I was so damn excited by the end of wrestling practice I could have even skipped the showering part. Fortunately, between Emily's sweaty body and my own perspiration, my sweats were already soaked, because I was sure if they hadn't been it would have been pretty obvious just from looking at me how excited I was. I glanced around the room and I was convinced it was impossible odds that I could be the only one getting off like this.

On the way home Mo and I chatted nonstop about my first wrestling practice, my first run-in with stinky Emily, as Mo had told me she was known, and meeting Kylie for the first time. No doubt about it, I was hooked.

For the next couple of weeks I was religiously attending wrestling practice, even when Mo couldn't make it. Unfortunately I was usually partnered up with Emily due to our similarity in height. Even after getting partnered up with me a number of times she never really warmed up, I started to wonder if maybe she had a personality disorder. Maybe she just didn't like me I finally surmised.

"I think I am going to wrestle in the tournament over in Oceanside this weekend" I told Mo and Kimberly as they were sitting in Mo's office after lunch one Tuesday. Kimberly is a 5'5" blonde from our wrestling league with a very curvy figure and a cute face. She had just come from lunch with Mo and I and walked back to our office with us to check the place out. Now we had kind of settled in to Mo's office and were just chitchatting when I made my announcement.

"That is not a good idea Val" said Mo, "The tournament in Oceanside this weekend is not the kind you are looking for."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

Kimberly then chimed in to explain that different tournaments had different rules. The tournament this weekend was a rough one, there would be slapping and hair pulling allowed.

"Ouch" I said, "Who really wants to be in a fight like that? And can I go to just watch?"

"Well your partner Emily for one" replied Mo, "but there are a bunch of women like her that are into the rough stuff, trust me, you don't want any part it, or them."

"There is a small tournament at Maggie's place in two weeks if your interested Val?" said Kimberly.

"Sounds like a plan, are you going?"

Both Mo and Kimberly replied with a "Sure" and the date for my first tournament was set.

Most tournaments are held at karate studio's that are booked for a few hours in the afternoon after they close on a Saturday. However there are a few women in a league that happen to be in a position to host a tournament elsewhere, either due to a very large house, or in the case of Maggie, they have access to some other large space. Maggie owns a fairly successful lounge type bar out in the suburbs, but it doesn't open for business on Saturdays until six pm, plenty of time to clean up after an afternoon of wrestling matches. The layout of the lounge is perfect for wrestling tournaments as there is main bar area and dance floor when right off the entrance that is large enough for several wrestling rings. Additionally there are two fairly large rooms off to the back that serve as dance floors for different types of music while the bar is open, but make for plenty of practice wrestling room during a tournament. Maggie's place also has the added benefit of being able to get a drink or two between matches or while you watch one. This was all explained to me as I sat excitedly in the back seat of Mo's car on the ride out to the burbs.

"Wow, I don't think I have ever seen this many cars here for a tournament" said Mo.

"No, me neither" replied Kim, "well Val, looks like you picked a heck of a first day, plenty of opponents to choose from and plenty of matches to watch."

"Great" I said from the back seat as we pulled into the parking lot.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust from the bright sunlight of the parking lot to the dark interior of the bar. But from what I could see it almost appeared to be a normal bar open for business on a Saturday afternoon. There were women sitting at the bar drinking water and soda and there were people at the tables just off the bar. It wasn't until I saw them setting up the wrestling mats on the dance floor that I was suddenly relieved to find there was in fact going to be a tournament there that afternoon.

As we walked around the place I recognized a few women from wrestling class, but there had to be at least 40 other women there I had never seen in my life, and disappointingly, no Kiely in sight. Kim stopped to talk to a woman she obviously knew as Mo and I continued our walk around the interior.

"look back there, they are setting up both back rooms, they must be expecting quite a crowd today" Mo said nonchalantly as we started toward the back room on the right. As we got closer it was apparent they were getting ready to put up some kind of drape over the archway. As I half ducked to make it under the unfinished door covering I bumped right into Emily. She turned around quickly on me and for a split second I thought she was going to hit me. "Oh, look who it is?" she said, her voice dripping with annoyance as she recovered from being bumped. Emily was not wearing anything like the other women I had seen up front. Instead of sweat pants or tights and a t-shirt, she was wearing a sports bra that was clearly straining to keep her large breasts back, and a pair of spandex biking shorts that was not flattering in the least. The shorts seemed to only emphasize her large hips and butt, and extra flab from her belly hung over the top of the shorts. Worst of all, her hairy arm pits were in full view, sticking out from under her arms even when they were down at her sides. Did she not look in a mirror after she put on this ridiculous outfit?

"Hello Emily" I managed to stammer. But it was clear from the way she was looking at Mo that she hadn't been talking to me. I looked back to Mo and realized the two women were staring at each other. An awkward silence hung in the air for a few long seconds until Mo spoke up.

"What are you doing here Emily?"

The two women continued to stare at each other, almost as if I weren't there, and Emily took her time before she responded.

"We have got a bitch match back here today."

The tension was palpable as the two women just continued to stare at each other. I had never seen Mo like this, she was deadly serious.

A small creepy smile came over Emily as she quietly broke the silent stare.

"Care to join us...again?"

The color instantly drained from Mo's face and her eyes lit up with a vicious fire.

"Thanks but no thanks, stinky" then she turned to me and said "Lets head back up to the front, it smells like shit back here."

Emily let out a snort as she sarcastically taunted Mo, "Ohhhhh Mo, whats the matter? Are you upset with me? That wasn't very nice you know."

Mo again looked at me and with a little more conviction said, "Lets go up front Val."

My feet were cemented in place. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Mo, you were in one of those hair pulling and slapping matches?"

My comment froze the two women as both their heads turned slowly to look at me. I couldn't figure out what was going on. Mo had the strangest look on her face and she looked nervously from me to Emily. I looked at Emily and her eyes flashed with a revelation, A huge goofy grin spread across her face as she slowly turned her gaze from me to Mo.

"You haven't told her have you MO!" Emily practically screamed as her voice got higher and higher with each word. "You haven't told her" she repeated and then started laughing. Her laugh started out as a soft mean chuckle but continued to grow until she had both arms at her stomach and was heaving with laughter. Between gut wrenching laughs she kept repeating, "I can't believe you haven't told her."

I looked to Mo and her face was completely drained of color, she looked totally and utterly defeated standing there, Emily laughing at her.

"Come on Val, let's go up front" she muttered, barely audible over Emily's cackling.

"What the hell is she talking about, MO?" I demanded, my feet still cemented to the ground.

Mo just stood there, she had the appearance of someone that was about to cry, I had never seen her anything like this. I looked back to Emily and after a few more chuckles died on her lips she looked at me and said, "Looks like the cat has Mo's tongue, so I will tell you."