The girls were good to me after my fight with Mitzi. Erica stayed with me all night (Stacey didn’t but I’ll leave her to tell you what she got up to instead) and the next morning they drove me home. I was in a world of pain, sleeping fitfully in the car, so I was surprised when we pulled up at the club. It seems they’d phoned Cassy, the club’s resident medic, and asked her to meet them there to check me over.
If Cassy was shocked by the state I was in, she didn’t show it. She gave me a very professional examination and pronounced that, despite my aching ribs and swollen fingers, nothing was broken, not even my nose which had received a dozen bare knuckle punches from the bitch.
Cassy told me I needed complete rest for at least two to three weeks. Her parting word to me as she dropped me back at my house were:
“I strongly advise you to forfeit your fight against Jan.”
She was referring to my draw the first round of the sixth senior wrestling tournament, just a couple of weeks away. For the most part I took her advice, left my sister in charge of the shop and took to my bed. For the first few days I felt my fighting career might be over. I was in so much pain. But gradually pain turned to anger and I began to start thinking about a rematch. Fortunately, reality intervened. The pain gradually got less and I started focussing on the other challenges I faced. I abandoned thoughts of a rematch with Mitzi and I don’t mind if I never set eyes on her again.
Despite the good doctor’s advice, my stubbornness prevailed and two weeks later I was back in the ring for the first round of the 6th senior wrestling tournament. Peggy, Cassy and I shared the blue corner dressing room and Cassy again urged me to forfeit my match but my mind was made up – got to get back on the horse. Some times I’m a fool to myself.
As reigning champion, I was up first. Jay was our referee for the evening. Here’s how it went:
“Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to the first match in our sixth senior wrestling tournament. Introducing, in the red corner, 54 years old, 5ft 3inches tall, measuring 36B, 28, 40 and weighing 130lbs – Jan Somerville!”
Jan slips off her gown to reveal her tanned and toned body. She’s wearing a pair of tiny, canary yellow, tie side bikini briefs which, when she turns around, reveal an expanse of brown bare buttocks and the top her butt crack. Her pert B cups jiggle as she hops up and down, keen to get started. Her dark brown hair is cut in a pageboy style and she has a wicked grin on her face.
“And in the blue corner, 53 years old, 5ft 8inches tall, measuring 38C, 29, 42 and weighing 150lbs – our reigning champion, Ellen Shaw!”
I slip off my kimono conscious that, despite the liberal application of foundation makeup (something I never normally use), some of the bruises and scars from my encounter with Mitzi are still showing. In place of my favourite black briefs with the white polka dots I’m wearing big knickers – full briefs in black towelling with a padded gusset, effectively incontinence pants, in the hope they’ll protect my still sensitive nether regions. I feel horribly overdressed compared to Jan. Of course, I’ve done no training in the past weeks and I look very unfit compared to my sprightly opponent.
Finally, the reality of my situation hits home. Not only am I far from fit but I’m facing one of my toughest opponents. We’ve fought four times in the past. The honours are even but Jan’s wins over me have been more convincing than my wins over her. Also, as part of the film crew, Jan’s daughter Paige was in the ring with me when I fought Mitzi. I have no doubt she’s told Jan all about it and, even if she hasn’t seen the footage, Jan will know exactly where my tender spots are.
The bell sounds for the start of the fight and Jan wastes no time in confirming my worst fears. After circling for a few seconds, we come together and she goes straight for a forearm smash to my breasts. It stings like hell. I guess the expression on my face shows it because, before I have a chance to cover up, she does it again. This time I go to return the complement but she grabs my wrist, closes on me and drives her knee between my legs and into my still tender crotch. My knees buckle and I fall back against the ropes, arms wide, slumping there as she delivers some open-handed slaps to my breasts. I cover my tits and she grabs me and runs me across the ring and into the opposite ropes before spinning me, back first, into a corner.
She goes to charge in but I lift my foot and kick her in the gut. She doubles up and I step forward. A knee to her chin puts her down on her back and, for the next minute or so, it looks like I’m in charge. She sits up slowly, rubbing her jaw and then stands as the count reaches 8.
I close in and grab her by the arm spinning her into the ropes. As she bounces back I clothes line her to the mat. She takes another 8 count to get to her feet. I spin her into the ropes again and, as she bounces back, go for a flying cross press. I take her down but the impact jars my whole body and she easily bucks me off.
We come to our feet facing each other and lock up. I get her in a side headlock and take her to the mat intending on hurting her neck, possibly get a bit of an abdominal stretch on or even a camel clutch submission but that’s where it all goes wrong for me. As I squeeze her head, she snakes her right arm under my left and grabs hold of my left breast, squeezing it hard. I cry out and she slips out of the headlock, twisting me onto my back by the breast. Then she stands up and pretty much pulls me up by my tit before slipping behind me. My left boob is suddenly on fire!
She traps me in a full Nelson and delivers a knee between my legs, dropping me to my knees. She hooks her legs around my waist and leans back. We go over, me lying on top of her. Her feet move inside my thighs and I’m caught in a sort of reverse grapevine. Then she slides her hands down onto my tits and squeezes.
“Oh! My! God! Submit! Submit! SUBMIT!” I scream.
The bell rings, she lets go of my tits and spreads her legs. I roll off her and lie face down on the mat, sobbing.
She gets to her feet and returns to her corner as Jay announces: “Ladies and Gentlemen, after 2 minutes and 40 seconds, a submission from Ellen. Jan leads by one fall to nil.”
I lie on the mat recovering for thirty seconds before returning to my corner and a concerned looking Erica.
“Are you sure you should be doing this?” She asks.
I ignore her. I’m in a world of pain but I’m not about to give up this soon in the fight.
This may sound crazy but, outside the ring, I get on well with Jan. We train together, we workout together, we enjoy a drink together, we’ve shared a sauna many times – heck, since our last cat fight we’ve even made out a couple of times (once in the sauna). But when she gets in the ring and she’s in the zone the red mist comes down and she’s out to win. She maybe small but she’s tough and vicious and will bend the rules every chance she gets. Being more of a cat fighter than a wrestler she’s all about making you submit she doesn’t go in for pins and power moves. She just wants to inflict as much pain as possible and that’s exactly what she is planning to do to me.
The bell sounds for the start of the second fall and I come out cautiously. She circles, goading me to lock up. She offers her hands, fingers out stretched, but as I go to accept the challenge, she quickly lowers her arms and latches on to my poor boobs again. I try to pull her arms away but she just keeps squeezing, pushing me around the ring as she does so. I’m in agony and she won’t let go. Eventually I sink to my knees in front of her, begging her to let go of my tits.
Surprisingly she does, but only to grab hold of my ears and pull me back to my feet by them. Once I’m standing up, she places a hand on the back of my neck and steers me over to the ropes. There she forces me over so that my tits are rubbing on the top rope. She pulls the rope up and down across my aching nipples a few times before pulling it down below my boobs and letting go. The rope flies up into my breasts and literally catapults me onto my back. She follows up by dropping on top of me but instead of going for the pin, she buries her knees into my battered breasts, grinding them flat. At the same time, she reaches round with her left hand and delivers a series of chops to my pussy. The extra padding down there makes no difference. I howl out my second submission and she rolls off me and gets to her feet, leaving me clutching my tits. As I writhe on the canvas, I see her watching me with satisfaction. She knows she’s found my weakness.
I slowly get to my feet and make my way back to my corner as Jay announces: “Ladies and Gentlemen, after 3 minutes and 50 seconds, a second submission from Ellen. Jan leads by two submissions to nil.”
This time when I get back to my corner Erica is more forceful: “For fuck’s sake Ellen, she’s destroying you. Please, for me, give up before you get seriously hurt.”
I hear her but I’m such a stubborn old bitch I won’t listen: “I don’t quit – she’ll have to knock me out.”
“Then just stay down when she puts you down.”
In reality it’s not that simple. Jan is out to inflict pain today. She’s an expert in submission holds and fast follow ups. So far, I haven’t taken a single count in this match but that’s about to change.
The bell goes for the start of the third fall and she comes out quickly and meets me about halfway between my corner and the centre of the ring.
A forearm to the tits drops me to one knee and a round house kick catches the back of my head and puts me flat on my face. As I get to my hands and knees, she kicks me in my hanging udders again and I spin over onto my back clutching my battered boobs.
Jay moves in to admonish her and Jan sheepishly waits for me to get up before grabbing my right arm and shoulder and running me front first into a corner post. I hit with full force and go down on my back. She follows up with a leg drop across the tits that leaves me in tears. She quickly scrabbles round and attempts to kneel on my tits again but I manage to buck her off.
Jay starts to count and I roll over and slowly come to my knees before standing just in time to beat the count. Jan grabs my arm and throws me into the ropes. As I rebound she spins me into a corner post, jarring my bruised body.
Before I can move, she follows up with a series of forearms to my aching boobs and knee lifts to my bruised pussy. As I slump in the corner she steps back and grabs my ankles, lifting my feet off the mat and pulling backward until I fall heavily on my back. As I lie there dazed, she turns me on my front but, instead of going for the expected Boston crab, she drags me around the ring, rubbing my tits raw on the canvas. I scream my submission. The bell sounds and she drops my legs. I lay face down, sobbing, for thirty seconds before rolling onto my back, cradling my burning boobs.
Jay announces: “Ladies and gentlemen, after 4 minutes and 40 seconds, a third submission from Ellen. Jan leads by three submissions to nil.”
I’m still lying on the mat wailing. As the end of the break approaches, I sit up. Jay comes over and asks me if I want to continue but I’m sobbing so much I can’t answer. I look across to my corner. Erica is in floods of tears. She can’t bear to see me this way. That does it. I’ve broken my best friend’s heart. I can’t go on. The bell rings and I just sit there in the middle if the ring clutching my tits and bawling my eyes out while Jay counts me out.
As the bell sounds again Erica rushes into the ring and comforts me. I’m in a world of pain but she gently helps me to my feet and stands with me in the centre of the ring with Jay and Jan as Jay announces:
“Ladies and gentlemen, after 4 minutes and 50 seconds Ellen has failed to beat my count. Your winner by a knockout and three submissions – Jan!”
That’ll teach me. I’ve dropped three falls in five minutes and still ended up losing by a knockout. At the end of the evening, I’m in last place in the tournament on -2 and -3, 4 falls behind Suzi in 5th place.
I don’t do much better in round two of the tournament where I’m up against Carole. Carole has slimmed down a bit since our encounter the previous year but, at 180lbs, is still more than a handful. I do my best but I lose by 4 falls to 3, remaining in last place on -3 and -4, 3 points and 3 falls behind Carole in 5th place and 6 points and 3 falls behind Peggy, who is leading the field and just happens to be my third-round opponent.
I managed to regain my form by June and score a surprise knockout win over Peggy, moving me above Carole who has an even more surprising knockout defeat at the hands of Jan, who was giving away 50lbs and over 10 years to the big brunette.
In August my opponent was Suzi and, again, I got a two-point victory, although I feel a bit guilty knocking her out on what turned out to be her 48th birthday. The win moved me up into second place in the tournament, I just needed to hang on to that place in the final qualifying round when my opponent will be none other than Doctor Cassandra herself. I’ll tell you about that in a moment but first let me tell you a bit more about her.
Cassy Langford first started working out at the Robertsons’ gym in the early 1980s when she was a medical student at the local university. A keen wind surfer and kayaker, as well as a semi-professional model doing nude photo shoots and life modelling classes, Cassy was looking to build up her upper body strength. It wasn’t long before Maggie Robertson introduced her to the members of her private ladies wrestling club.
Cassy joined the club and quickly proved herself a skilled fighter. After just a few months she briefly held the title, taking it from Annie but losing it to Jay in her first title defence. Despite three attempts over the next three years Cassy never beat Jay again. But after Jay’s retirement she regained the title and held it on several occasions in the mid-80s.
She had many memorable victories, including a knockout win over Clare in a fight that lasted just 90 seconds. But at the end of the 80s the newly qualified Doctor Langford decided to give up fighting at the age of just 27. Her last league opponent was a newcomer to the club, a 26-year-old by the name of Ellen Shaw. Cassy lost the match and announced her retirement but her involvement with the club didn’t end there.
In her early thirties Cassy married, had two daughters and then divorced, reverting to her maiden name. Both daughters followed in their mother’s footsteps with Laura, now 25, becoming a GP and Jane, now 22, becoming a sports masseuse and, recently, joining the club as a light weight wrestler and boxer.
When Gabi Marshall took over the Roberstons’ business (and with it the club) a few years later she offered Cassy, who by this time had moved from general practice to specialising in sports injuries, a part time role as the gym’s resident physician.
Although she still practices at the local hospital, Cassy also provides sports therapy to gym members and, more importantly, carries out regular medicals on all the club’s fighters. She is discrete, gentle and polite and I can think of no one I would rather have had treat me after that night in Sian’s barn 10 months ago.
In addition to providing medical services, Cassy has trained and coached fighters at the club and many notable champions including Suzi, Jen, Nikki, Emily, Donna and Stacey have benefited from her tutelage.
Having not fought an official bout since losing to me 28 years ago, Cassy surprised everyone when she came out of retirement at 55 for one last shot of glory in the senior tournament.
Written off as a no hoper at the start of the tournament, Cassy beat Carole by two falls in the first round, lost by a single fall to both Peggy and Suzi and then knocked out Jan to be in first place going into the final round.
With just two match points separating the leader from the person in last place any of us could end up in the top two for the final round. Now, on an evening in mid-October, it’s time to discover which two of us will fight it out for the title.
Going into the final round Cassy leads with on 1 match point and +1 fall, I’m second on 1 and -1, Carole is third on 0 and +1, Jan is fourth on 0 and -3, Suzi is fifth on -1 and +3 and Peggy is last on -1 and -1.
Carole beats Suzi 3-2 in the first match of the evening. The win moves her up into first place, equal on points to us but one fall above Cassy aggregate, and pretty much guarantees her place in the final. Jan goes down 3-5 against Peggy in the second match but Peggy fails to get the knockout she needs to make the top two. That leaves Cassy and me to fight it out for the other place in the final. Cassy has a two-fall lead on me so I have to beat her if I’m going to face Carole in the final. All Cassy needs is to do is draw. Here’s how my 5th round visit to the doctor went:
As usual, I’ve been sat ringside in my fighting gear watching the earlier matches. So it’s a short step up and into the ring for me. I pass Peggy as she steps down.
“Good luck,” she says, “I’d rather face the person I beat in the 3rd place play-off than the person who knocked me out.”
And I’d rather be in the final but I know I’m the underdog tonight.
Cassy has been attending to a minor injury that Carole picked up in her fight and so she makes her entrance from the red corner dressing room. She’s wearing a white cape with silver trim that just about covers her bum as she slips between the middle and top ropes into her corner. Her long hair is died black with a single died white stripe and tied back in a ponytail.
Jay starts the introductions: “Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing in the red corner, 55 years old, 5ft 6inches tall, measuring 36D-28-40 and weighing 145lbs – Dr. Cassy Langford.”
Cassy shakes off her cloak to reveal a pair of white tanga briefs that dipped in a V at the front to a silver star embroidered just above the point where, I don’t doubt, her bush begins. The former nude model still has her curves. She’s definitely built for comfort but she’s firm in all the right places. Like me, her skin is pale but she has a bit more of a tan than I do.
“And in the blue corner, 54 years old, 5ft 8inches tall, measuring 38C, 29, 42 and weighing 150lbs – our reigning champion, Ellen Shaw!”
I slip off my kimono to reveal my black polka dot panties and, as usual, feel fat and unattractive compared to my opponent (although my friends will reassure me that I’m not).
After a quick chat with the referee, we return to our corners and a few seconds later the bell rings for the start of the first fall.
We circle cautiously before locking up and, after a brief struggle, I take her to the mat in a side headlock. I look to put her pressure but she manages to wriggle free and straddles my back, attempting a camel clutch. I roll to my side and end up trapped in a sitting leg scissors. Before she can apply any pressure an elbow to her left breast sends her to the mat, her legs spring apart and I get free. We get to our feet and lock up again. Once again I take her to the mat, this time with an arm bar but a straight fingered jab to my gut drops me to my knees in front of her. The fight follows the same pattern for the next five minutes with me taking her to the mat, her turning things around and us breaking and getting back to our feet again.
As we get to our feet facing each other for probably the twentieth time I have my back to the ropes. She launches a forearm at me but I duck under, it coming up behind her. I grab her by the waist and run her into the ropes. Falling backwards I pull her down behind my head and roll backwards, trapping her legs inside mine and tying her up with my arse in her face. Jay drops to the mat to count the pin:
“One!…”
But I haven’t got it locked on properly. Cassy’s arms are free. She grabs the back of my pants, pulls me over and rolls up on top of me. Now it’s me with her arse in my face and she has got the hold locked on well.
Jay counts: “One!...Two!...Three!” and the bell goes.
Well, that certainly wasn’t meant to happen, crafty little minx. Cassy gets up and goes back to her corner. I sit up and take a few moments to catch my breath before getting up and heading for mine as Jay announces:
“Ladies and gentlemen. After six minutes the first fall, by a pin, goes to Cassy. Cassy leads by one fall to nil.”
Having, in my opinion, dominated the match so far I can’t believe I’m a fall down and I’m determined to even things up.
The second fall is a faster paced affair with both of us spending more time on our feet dispensing throws, slams, tosses and suplexes in equal measure. A body slam leaves her winded and she gets to her feet at 8 breathing heavily, arms hanging loosely and legs apart. I seize the opportunity. Three forearms to the breasts leave her dazed. I bend down, grab her calves and flip her onto her back before rolling her over and hooking on Boston crab. She tries to resist for a few seconds but I sit back on her ample behind and pull back harder and eventually she taps out.
The bell sounds and I release the hold, coming to my feet and dropping her legs to the mat. She remains face down on the canvas rubbing her back as Jay announces:
“Ladies and gentlemen. After nine minutes and fifty seconds the second fall, by a submission, goes to Ellen. One fall each.”
The third fall sees us return to more of the grappling style of the first fall. Various holds are tried but none are held for long, we’re slick with sweat after 10 minutes of action.
Back on our feet I grab her in a side headlock looking to run her into a corner but she twists her body and pulls me across her hip. We crash to the mat, her on top, and spring apart.
Coming to our feet I offer her my open palms and we come together in a trail of strength. Initially she forces my arms down. We come together, teeth gritted and nipples rubbing. Slowly I raise my arms and start to force her back. She drops to her knees and I follow her down, forcing her down onto her back and get on top of her, snaking my legs inside hers and trapping her in a grapevine pin. We’re belly to belly and breast to breast, slick with sweat. My hair flops down as I stare down at her face, inches below mine. Jay counts the pin:
“One!...Two!...Three!”
As the bell sounds I lower my face to Cassy’s and kiss her firmly on the lips. I know she’s more hetro than most of us but then so was I a few years ago, so I’m not completely surprised when she responds with an open mouth. Under the curtain of my hair we share a brief, passionate snog before I release the hold and get to my feet. Glancing down I note, with mild satisfaction, a damp spot beginning to show on the crotch of her panties. Not that mine are dry but it shows less on black knickers.
Cassy lies on her back for a few seconds before rolling over and coming to her feet as Jay announces:
“Ladies and gentlemen. After twelve minutes and forty seconds the third fall, by a pin, goes to Ellen. Ellen leads by two falls to one.”
At last I’m ahead, all I have to do now is hang on to my lead for the next seven and bit minutes.
For the fourth fall we’re back to the higher impact stuff, both looking to wear the other down with some power moves. Initially I seem to be winning but then things go horribly wrong for me.
A posting leaves her stunned and I spin her into the ropes. As she bounces back I turn away from her and raise my left leg, intended to deliver a kick to her mid-section but I misjudge it. She grabs my raised left leg and flips me onto my front. Dropping on top of me, she locks my leg with hers before reaching over my back putting her hand under my chin and pulling my head back into an STF. I try to ride it out but there’s almost 5 minutes left to go in this match and the hold is putting a huge amount of pressure on my back. After a few seconds I tap out, giving away my hard-won lead.
“Ladies and gentlemen. After fifteen minutes and thirty seconds the equalizing submission goes to Cassy. Two falls each.”
Damn it! Just over four minutes left to pull one back. I spend most of the break pacing in my corner, stretching my back muscles and planning my strategy to regain my lead.
At the start of the fifth fall I come out on the attack, launching into a series of power moves to try and wear her down. Two hip tosses are followed by a couple of snapmares, a suplex and some clothes lines but every time she takes a long count, giving her a chance to recover and burn some time off the clock, and then gets back up. I need to win this, she just needs to make it to the closing bell. I’m dominating the action but I need to break the deadlock.
Desperate to win the fall I spin her into the ropes and catch her with a cross body slam as she rebounds. She goes over with me on top but bucks me off before Jay can count the pin. We come to our knees and link hands. In a trial of strength, I force her back and climb on top of her. For the next couple of minutes we wrestle on the mat, me trying desperately to pin her and her trying desperately to avoid being pinned.
Sally calls out the one-minute warning and still we struggle. Time’s running out but I feel her getting weaker. I attempt a cross press but she bucks me off and we come to our feet facing each other, she looks exhausted. In desperation I grab her calves and tip her onto her back, following her down to trap her in a jackknife pin. She doesn’t have the strength to kick out.
Jay counts “One!…”
And Sally rings the full-time bell.
I release my hold, slide off her, sit back on my knees and burst into tears. I haven’t lost but Cassy has won – she will face Carole in the final, not me. It’s a trivial thing but, right now, it means the world to me. I curse Mitzi, I curse Jan but, most of all, I curse myself. If I’d just forfeited that first match with Jan I’d have had a two fall lead over Cassy instead of being one fall behind going into this match.
Cassy sits up and hugs me, quietly whispering: “Next time, Ellen, next time...”
