Mixed wrestling, 300 pictures 1920x1080 (FullHD), no nudity, no blood.

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Tonight is my very first wrestling tournament. Me and four other male wrestlers will take on five female wrestlers. This should be very exciting and I am looking forward to my match. I expect to win my match and help my team win the tournament. 

Off with my street cloth and on with my wrestling gear. The men in this league wear a different type of gear that most other wrestlers. First I pull on very shiny tan pantyhose over those I  pull sparkling black fishnet pantyhose. I then slip on my shiny white satin trunks and shiny white boots. All of the other male wrestlers will be wearing something very similar to what I wear.   

Now we are all watching the 4th match of the meet. Ed Ross is in the ring wrestling one of the women. Ed is doing ok and is holding his own against her. In the three matches that have already taken place the men have won 2 and the women have won only 1. We only need to win just one more match to win the tournament. 

About 7 minutes into the match things turn against Ed. He is square in the face by a fierce drop kick by his opponent. Ed goes down hard and is unmoving on the mat. With his four teammates standing by the ring, it looks to all of us that Ed may be out cold. If he loses this match the score will be tied. 

Ed’s opponent is quickly on her feet. She races to were Ed is lying, she grabs his shiny white boots lifts them off the mat and bends Ed in half. She has him in a MATCH BOOK pin. It now does not matter weather Ed struggles or not or whether he is even conscious, She has him firmly pinned to the canvas. The ref quickly checks Ed’s shoulders and begins the count.  ONE-TWO-THREE. That’s it the match is over and Ed has been pinned. 

As the women jump into the ring to celebrate their victory, the men enter to see if Ed is badly hurt. As we check on him we realize that he is unconscious. The drop kick knocked him out. That was how she was able to pin him so easily. It takes us almost 3 minutes to wake Ed up. We then have to help the beaten wrestler out of the ring. That makes the score 2 to 2 we are tied. That also means that I must win my match to win the tournament. 

As I am about to enter the ring my teammates all wish me good luck and tell me to to kick her ass and win the match. I climb the stairs and duck between the ropes. There I am standing in my corner in my shiny white satin trunks, my black fishnets and my white boots.   

Here comes my opponent, wow I’m stunned by her. First she is gorgeous, second she’s older that I figured and finial she is bigger than I am and she looks stronger. In fact she looks very strong. I am beginning to feel a little intimidated and to tell the truth maybe a little scared of her. 

She enters the ring wearing a shiny gold wet look leotard. It is thong cut and very very tight. You can see every curve and every muscle. Also very prominent is her breasts and nipples. She also wears very shiny pantyhose and gold boots.

Well with all the preliminaries out of the way I return to my corner to wait for the bell. While I’m waiting I quickly adjust my manhood in my shiny trunks and pull up and smooth my black pantyhose. BONG!!!! there’s the bell the Match has started. 

I exit my corner and slowly move toward the center of the ring. Before I know what is happening I am hit with the most powerful fore arm smash I have ever felt. It crashes into me high on my chest and instantly knocks the wind from my lungs. Secondly it sends me toppling over backwards onto the mat. 

With the match only 4 seconds old, I am on my back on the mat and in trouble. My chest feels as though it has been caved in. I am gasping for air and not getting much.  She’s coming to attack me again. She grabs my shiny white boot and twists it as hard as she can. Pain shoots up my leg and into my hips. I paw at my leg trying to get it free of her grasp. 

I am in real trouble, she has my leg and is really working it over. After several minutes she drops that leg and grabs the other one. She does the same thing to that leg. After she finally releases that leg, I try to stand. I get almost to my feet, when both of my legs give up and I fall to the mat. I can’t stand and I can’t walk. 

To say I am frightened would be a huge understatement. I’m terrified, I’ve never been handled like this before. From the waist band of my shiny white trunks and my black pantyhose, I am completely immobile. It’s as though I’m paralyzed. 

I try desperately to crawl to the ropes and safety. However it’s no good, I can’t make it. Just as I am about to grab the bottom rope, my opponent grabs me by my shiny white boots and drags me to the center of the ring. I scream in fear more that in pain. She’s got me!!! Oh god she’s going to defeat me. I can’t win, she’s too powerful for me!!!” 

At ringside my male team mates shout for me to fight on. "Come on man, you can still win!!! Yea, man you have to fight!! We need this win!!! Don’t give up, you can beat her!!” I think that both my teammates and I know that isn’t true. We both know that she is going to defeat me and we are going to lose the tournament.  

I’ve never been this scared in my life. She’s standing over me looking down with a sneer on her face. She knows she can beat me anytime she wants to. I’m on my back, my shoulders are on the mat and I’m not moving. She can pin me anytime she she wants. I can’t stand the fear any longer. I look up at her and tell her, "Please, don’t hurt me!! I don’t want to wrestle you anymore. Please just pin me. I won’t fight you, please just pin me!!” 

As she looks down at me, her look has turned to disgust. You’re afraid of me aren’t you? That’s a laugh, the big tuff male wrestler afraid of a woman. The truth is she is right, I am afraid of her. I don’t want her her to submit me. "Yes-yes, I’m afraid of you!! I’m afraid you’re going to hurt me. I don’t want to be submitted by you. Please don’t make me submit to you. Pin me please just pin me!!!     

She looks down at me and gives me a one word answer NO!! With that she grabs one of my boots, then wraps my leg around hers. She grabs my other boot and pulls my leg out straight. As she is doing this all I can do is scream in complete terror. "NO-NO, don’t do this to me!!! Oh god please stop!!! Don’t make me submit!!” It’s no use, she just continues to apply the hold on me. 

Having wrapped up both my legs she drops to the mat and begins to apply pressure to me. From the edge of the ring I can hear my teammates speaking Oh dam, she’s got him!!! – Yes she ‘s got him and she’s going to submit him!! From across the ring I hear the female wrestlers shouting at the males. "You’re boy is trapped!!! She’s got him good!! He’s going to have to submit!! We’re going to win the tournament!! 

The women are right about that, I am going to have to submit and they are going to win the tournament. Up in the ring I am hopelessly trapped. She has me locked into a FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK. The pain is excruciating, I can’t stand too much more of this. I wiggle and twist trying to get free. It’s no use however, she has my locked up tight. Oh god, it hurts, it hurts!!! She’s got me!!! She’s got me, I can’t get free. My legs, my legs, she’s breaking my legs!!! 

That’s it I’m finished. She’s got me and I have to surrender to her. The ref comes to where I’m on the mat and asks, Have you had enough? Are you ready to give up? Do you want to submit? I waste no time giving the ref me surrender. 

"YES-YES!!! I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’M FINISHED!! SHE WINS, SHE’S BEATEN ME!!! I’M READY TO SUBMIT. LET ME GO!!! I GIVE UP-I GIVE UP!!!! OH PLEASE LET ME GO!! I WANT TO SUBMIT!! YOU WIN, I GIVE UP!! STOP, PLEASE STOP. YOU’RE BREAKING MY LEGS!! I SUBMIT-I SUBMIT!! YOU’VE BEATEN ME!!! I SUBMIT!!!"

After just a few more seconds she lets me go. I lie on my back in the center of the ring. I can instantly feel tears running down my cheeks. I can’t move or get to my feet, my legs hurt too much.  

The match is over and the bell has rung. I am stretched out in the ring unable to move. My legs ache and the pain is almost overwhelming. Tears are running down my cheeks and I am openly crying. 

Two of my male teammates have entered the ring and are kneeling beside me. Wow man, you took a real bad beating from her. She worked you over good. Still crying I try to talk. "yes, I did. She had me from the opening bell. I never got going. She hurt me right from the start.” 

As I lay there my opponent comes over. She still has that cruel smile on her face. "Well you’re not a very good wrestler. Or much of a man. I really put it to you. I had you beat from the opening bell. I made you submit and I see I also made you cry. Well maybe you’ll do better next time.” With that she leaves the ring. 

My two teammates help me up, out of the ring and back to my dressing room. It takes me several minutes to get up the energy to undress. I untie my white boots and pull them off. I slip out of my satin wrestling trunks. Next I pull down my sparkling black fishnets. Then I slide off my shiny tan pantyhose. 

I am standing naked when my opponent walks in on me. She walks up to me puts her arms around me and asks I hope I didn’t hurt you too much sweetie. The promoter told me I had to win big. I didn’t want to hurt you too much. He wants me to wrestle you again in a singles match.”  I get very upset by that. NO-NO, I don’t want to wrestle you again. You’re too good for me. I can’t beat you. I don’t want to do it again. " What no one knows, not my teammates, not the promoter and not the fans is that my opponent in the tournament tonight is also my wife. We have been married for 22 yrs. We met the first time we wrestled each other. She beat me bad that night too. I fact in all the 22yrs we’ve been married, I have never been able to beat her.  

It’s been 5 months since the night of the tournament. That was a very bad night for me and also for my wrestling career. Ha!!!! What career. There is very little left of my once promising career. That night I was easily beaten by my female opponent. Ha!! Beaten, I was way more than beaten, I was completely destroyed by her. Now the promoter wants us to wrestle each other again. 

So here I am sitting in my dressing room with my head in my hands scared to death. YES!! That’s right, I’m scared. First I don’t want to lose to her again and second I don’t want her to hurt me like she did last time. However, if I ever want to wrestle again, I have no choice but to wrestle in this match. For anyone that doesn’t know, my female opponent in this match is also my wife of now 23 years. We have wrestled each other 7 times in those years. I have never won a single match, she has beaten all 7 times.

Well, I need to get ready. Tonight will be a new look for me. A look suggested by my wife and my next opponent. She said I need to look more sexy. I’m not sure if the look is for her or the fans. Well maybe both. So here goes. From my gear bag I pull out a pain of very shiny tan pantyhose. Over the pantyhose, I slid on a shiny white thong. Wow, this thing is tight and it leaves nothing to the imagination. My manhood is clearly visible as well as very prominent. Then I lace up shiny white wrestling boots. I’m now read to head to the ring.   

With both of us in the ring it is almost time for the bell. As we were given instructions in the center of the ring, she leaned in close to me and whispered "Man you are smoken hot  in that thong!”   As for her she also is very hot. A bright red thong cut leotard, shiny black pantyhose and red boots. She knows that I always loved to look at her in that red thong.  

In just a few seconds The bell rings BONG!!!  She runs across the ring and is on me in one second. She pulls me out of my corner to almost the meddle of the ring. She instantly jams her arm between my legs and grabs my thong and pantyhose very tightly. She then hooks my head and lifts me off the mat. For several seconds she holds me in the air above her head. Then with all the strength she muster she slams me down to the canvas.

I crash to the mat with tremendous force. I am instantly dazed. Once again she has gotten the first move on me and has managed to hurt me in the first few seconds of the match. I am certain the BODY SLAM knocked me out for a second or two. The next thing I remember is being face down on the mat trapped in a crushing CAMEL CLUTCH. My neck, shoulders and upper back are all screaming in pain. 

It feels as though my neck may snap at any second. She has it stretched back as far as will go. The pain is almost overwhelming. I can’t help but cry out from the pain. "Oh god my neck, you’re going to break my neck!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! OOOOOOOOOOUUUU!! She then begins to twist my head back and forth adding to my pain. 

The match is less than three minutes old and she has me considering submitting. All I can think about is losing to her again. Dam, I don’t want to get beaten again. I put surrender out of my mind and try to think of a way to escape this hold. 

Seconds later the pain subsides and I am suddenly free of the CLUTCH. However I have no time to catch my breath or get any relief from the pain. She instantly grabs me by my hair and my arm then pulls me to my feet. Letting go of my hair she twists my arm into a HAMMER LOCK. With my arm bent up behind me, she is in complete control of me. 

Although I love her totally, my wife is a very vicious and mean wrestler. I have known this since the very first time we wrestled each other. We had only been married 8 months, this was the first time I had been in an intergender match. I was over confident and she was way too good for me. She got me in a BOSTON CRAB and almost broke my back before I submitted  to her. 

She is so strong, that her HAMMER LOCK is quickly sapping my strength. She uses her control of me to force me to the ropes. She then whispers in my ear, "Look in the front row. Our daughter wanted to see us wrestle. She has known about us for over a year. She wants to learn to wrestle herself.” This is the most humiliating thing that could happen to me. Our daughter seeing me her father, getting beat by her mother.  

Well nothing I can do about it now, except try to win the match. Good thought, but my opponent has other ideas. Pulling me back away from the ropes,  she straightens out my arm and twists it hard. Before I can react, she whips me across the ring into the ropes on the other side. I am very quickly flung back toward her. As I get close she drives her knee into me. I would like to say she hit me in my abdomen, but that would not be true. Her knee slammed into me just below the waist band of my thong and pantyhose. 

The impact of her knee drives the air out of my lungs. I grab my mid-section with both hands. I gasp for breath, take about two or three steps and drop the my knees. I can’t get enough air into my lungs. I am completely helpless. 

Before I can recover from the knee, she again grabs my hair and arm and repeats her last move. This time however as I fly back toward her, she drops to one knee and drives her clinched fist into me. This time there is no drought that it is a low blow. Her fist impacts my lower abdomen just above my manhood. 

I am again on my knees. This time however the fight has gone out of me. This time I know that she will defeat me again. Only this time she will do it in front of our daughter. Our daughter will get to see her father beaten and humiliated by her mother. It is then that something horrible happens. My manhood begins to stiffen. I’m getting a DEFEAT BONER. Right here, right now, my manhood swells and gets rock hard. In full view of my daughter. 

She comes to where I am on my knees. Wow. That’s the first time I was able to do that to you. You have a full blown DEFEAT BONER. That thing is huge. There is no hiding that.” Now for the third time she grabs my hair and arm and pulls me off the mat. For the third time she whips me into the ropes. For the third time I am shot back toward her. This time there is a difference, this time she wraps her leg around mine. This time she hooks my head and twists and bends my body. This time she has me locked into an ABDOMINAL STRETCH.  

My entire body is flooded with terrible pain. It is completely overwhelming. In just seconds I know I have to surrender to her. All though of our daughter has left my mind. All I can think of is ending my pain. 

"OH MY GOD, SHE'S GOT ME!!! SHE’S GOT ME, I CAN’T GET FREE!!! SHE’S TAIRING ME APART!! OH GOD MY AB’S MY AB’S. I GIVE UP-I GIVE UP!!!! YOU’VE DEFEATED ME AGAIN!! YOU WIN, I GIVE UP!!!" 

The pain I’m in is crushing!!! It has sapped any and all my strength. I’ve submitted, why hasn’t she let me go yet? "You’re hurting me!!! I’ve submitted to you, why haven’t you let me go? Please oh please, let me go, let me go!!! You win, you’ve beaten me!!! 

Our daughter has come close to ring side and is watching what is going on intently. She seems neither happy or sad, but very interested in what her mother is doing to me. After a few seconds of intent observation, she shouts to me. "She’s got you daddy, she’s got you!! You have to give up!! Don’t make her hurt you any more, give up daddy, give up!!! 

Almost instantly my loving wife of 22 years increases the pressure on the ABDOMINAL STRETCH, she has me in. I am just a few seconds away from passing out. I try again to gain my freedom from the hold. 

"PLEASE, PLEASE, LET ME GO!!! I’M FINISHED, I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE!!! That’s YOU WIN, YOU’VE BEATEN ME!! I SUBMIT TO YOU!! LET ME GO, I SUBMIT!!! OH PLEASE. I SUBMIT!!! I SUBMIT!!!" 

That’s it, with my final submission she lets me go. The match is over and I have been beaten by her for the eighth time in 22 years of marriage. 

I slump to the mat on my knees, then drop back onto my thighs and butt. I am slightly bent over clutching hard at my abdomen. My chest is heaving as I gasp for air. This is the worst and most painful defeat I have ever suffered. 

My wife is standing over me with her arms in the air. She knows that her victory over me is total and complete. I can see our daughter standing just a few feet away smiling up at her mother. This leaves me embarrassed and humiliated. There is however nothing I can do about it. I cannot get up of even move very much. 

After several minutes, I am able to get to my feet and head back to my dressing room. I manage to lie down on the massage table. I am still in my wrestling gear, white thong, tan pantyhose and white boots. And I still have a rock hard DEFEAT BONER. 

I am surprised when my daughter walks in. "Oh daddy, are you Ok? I was so worried about you. That was a crushing defeat you suffered. Mom really beat the heck out of you. How was she able to do that? You’re a man, shouldn’t you be tuffer and stronger that her? 

I really don’t know how to answer her. "Yes, I should be sweetie, it’s just that I’m not. You’re mother is a very powerful wrestler. She is also  very skilled wrestler. She is much better that I am. This is the eighth time she has defeated me and I’ve never been able to beat her even once.” 

At that point my wife and victorious opponent enters, Are you Ok honey? I didn’t hurt you too badly did I? At that point she asks our daughter to leave us and she begins to help me out of my gear. She unties my boots and pulls them off. She strips off my thong and then slides off my pantyhose. She then joins me in the shower.