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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?