Bridget leaned forward in her front row seat, her nostrils flared, a wild animal, who sensed the kill was near.

Wicked, Jody’s going for a smother and Jandy looks too weak to hold her off. Bridget’s pulse beat faster, the blood zinged in her ears. 

Jody creeped upward, locked her elbows and let her ample breasts swing to a stop over Jandy’s red, sweat streaked, face.

Do it! You got her, come down nice and slow, let Jandy take a breath, it won’t save her. You can keep her in place until she runs out of air. Come on….

                                                    red, Red, RED

I am seldom on Messenger anymore. If you want to contact me use e-mail: bond.jamie@ymail.com -- if you don't know about Jamie Bond, you don't know me.

Sue: A short bit of fiction in progress.

I logged in to the cyber wrestling site, Beautiful Battling Bells with less than great expectations.

After several matches, it was obvious that most of the “girls” were decidedly guys.

The big tip-off came in my third match when my opponent typed out her move: “I grab your girl thing!”

I suggested to the bozo that if he were going to pretend to be a girl to at least brush up on basic anatomy and terminated our relationship, such as it was.

My next match wasn’t much better. I decided to log out, that’s when I met Sue -- a real girl who actually wrestled.

Just My Size!

Emily had always wanted to wrestle but never could find an opponent her size. Then Beverly moved into her apartment complex and they met in the exercise room. She's perfect, Emily thought.

The ring

The wrestling ring crouches in the center of the room like a wild beast. Overhead are a series of light bars suspended from the high ceiling. The ring is uncomfortably bright and the lights generate a lot of heat. The wrestlers will be glistening within minutes of the opening bell.

The ring encompases 18 square feet of space (measured between the turnbuckles) and the ring floor is suspended three feet above the concrete floor that supports it and rests on four steel posts. Each post is four inches in diameter.

The ring floor is made out of plywood. The plywood rests on a flexibeam system that provides a nice bounce for the wrestlers. The floor is covered with a two inch-thick foam pad.

Canvas is stretched over the padding. The canvas covers the entire ring plus the ring apron that extends two feet beyond the ropes.

There are three ropes wrapped in colored tape. The top rope is red; the middle rope white; and the bottom rope blue. The ropes are evenly spaced on the three-foot ring posts.

The ropes are tied to the posts by padded turnbuckles that stand 20 inches away from the posts when fully taut.

Once the wrestling starts, the entire universe will shrink to 18 square feet.

Marathon

I twisted sharply to the right to keep Mary from landing on top of me. We crashed to the mat.

The ring floor absorbed most of our impact. My legs were spread wide, and I wrapped them around Mary’s midsection as we hit the mat, then locked my ankles right over left -- squeezed hard!

My long legs were wrapped below her ribs and above her hips. I had perfect position. Here, was my chance to put the bitch away!

My thighs dug into her flanks and squeezed into soft, sweaty flesh. I wanted to wring Mary’s guts.

She let out a most satisfying moan.

Unfair?

Bridget’s muscles flexed and she hoisted Jan over her head. Feet up and head down, Jan was held suspended in the air -- helpless. A look of determination crossed Bridget’s red, sweat stained face. In one graceful move, Bridget slammed Jan to the ring floor.

Jan impacted on her broad sweaty back. The ring floor flexed under her weight. The back of her head bounced off the canvas. Her globe-shaped breasts rippled with the force of her fall, waves on a stormy ocean.

Bridget stood erect, her smaller breasts rising and falling as she regained her breath. Jan’s abdominals tightened and her tummy flattened. She pulled herself into a sitting position and shook her head slowly from side to side, trying to clear the fog from her brain.

Bridget pounced on Jan, a hawk swooping down on a rabbit. She grabbed Jan by the arm and stood her up.

Jan was tough and she knew she was in trouble. She grabbed for Bridget’s broad bare shoulders.

Bridget felt Jan’s breath on her face; warm, smelling of Pepsodent. A second later Bridget slammed the palm of her hand into Jan’s belly just above the vee of her trimmed pubic hair.

The blow sounded like the crack of a gunshot in the silent room. Jan’s knees buckled.

In the beginning people kept asking me: Where do you find opponents? You don't go to a sorority house. You go where the action is rough. Growing up in Texas the answer was obvious.

Grandmother's Trunk

I found the old steamer trunk in a corner of the attic. There was an inch of dust on the floor and cobwebs hanging from the rafters.

Thunder boomed and I could hear the rain slapping against the roof only a few feet above my head… I found the envelope on top of old clothes that had been pressed and put away. I opened it. 

 This is all that was in the envelope. Why did grandmother have an 8 X 10 of a nude woman stashed away in her trunk?

It started in Eddie's garage in a homemade ring. Some of the girls would get together on Friday nights...

Squeezed!

Bunny, I have found it!

The Tarot Card

It started with a Tarot card; the Moon. It was delivered to Bridget Harker late Friday afternoon.

“What does it mean?” asked Sookie.

The two sat by the pool in the courtyard of Bridget’s home.

“The Moon card. It usually means a journey.”

“You’re going on a trip?”

Bridget scowled at Sookie and said, “You are so blonde.”

“Bite me.”

“Later." Bridget tapped the card. "Strange the card arrives now. Tonight is a full moon.”

Bridget and Mountains

“That’s her. Mountains,” Sookie said to Bridget.

Bridget looked up. “Oh my God.”

A tall woman with huge breasts stood by the door.

 “Mountains, hum?”

“Yep. When she turns sideways she blots out the weather map from the coast to the Rocky Mountains.

Phyllis “Mountains” Murphy was the new weather girl on Channel 4 and the newest member of the Wilder Wrestling League.

Are they real?’

Sookie tried not to stare. “She hasn’t wrestled.”

“I hope her first opponent can hold her breath for a long time. I see a tit smother in the offing.”

“If you got it, flaunt it,” said Sookie.

“It’s what’s up front that counts and half a dozen other clichés that come to mind.”

They laughed.

Mountains looked at them. They pretended not to notice.

“She know you?”

“Haven’t met yet.”

“Me either. We’re safe.”

The girl behind the bar handed the woman a late in a paper cup and she left.

Bridget watched her go. “I want her.”

“Be careful what you wish for you might get it.” 

That evening Bridget and Sookie introduced themselves to Phyllis Murphy at the monthly meeting of the Wilder Wrestling League. At the end of the meeting, Alice, the president, went around with the gold fish bowl. The group drew opponents for their next meeting.

When it was Bridget’s turn she reached in deep and pulled out a name: Phyllis Murphy.

Sookie looked at the name, then at Bridget. “How long can you hold your breath?”

Something New is Coming -- Sometime!