Weekend Wrestling

"Oh, you know - it was great. Really great actually."

"Really?" said Diana, sounding confused. "Because you seemed-"

"Well, I guess I had a change of heart," said Chloe. Her broad grin was probably audible in her voice, but who cared?

"Well, great! See, Kyle said he could get us tickets for us again tonight if we wanted, and Kirsty and Paul said you wouldn't want to, but I just thought- Chloe?"

Chloe had gasped, and thrown the phone down. They were going to be there? Tonight?

"Are- are you sure that's a good idea? I mean... I mean we should ration these things and, well, maybe we should go some other time?"

"No Chlo, he can only get tickets tonight. Are you sure you're ok with this? You sound kinda flustered," said Diana with a nervous giggle. Oh God.

"Yeah. Well, I don't think I can make it tonight - sorry!"

"Oh, well-"

"I have to make another call Di. Bye." She jumped out of bed, hands shaking as she started fishing through her purse for Jonas's number. She had to cancel - would he understand? Should she tell him why? She was turning red at the mere thought of having her friends see her in the ring.

She was dialling the numbers into her phone when her eyes fell on the mask, discarded at the foot of her wardrobe and looking back up at her. A very strange, very naughty thought stole over her.

If I'm wearing the mask...

It wasn't like her friends would have any way of recognising her - they'd never seen her naked obviously. (And probably never would, it occurred to her then, thinking of Paul and Kirsty.) And even if they did think the masked wrestler they were watching looked a little like Chloe - they'd just think we looked similar. It would never occur to them that it could be her. There were plenty of petite blonde girls out there.

Was she really considering doing this? This was surely madness. But then she'd thought that about entering yesterday, and that had been one of the most amazing experiences she'd had in a long time. She bit her lip, looking down at her phone with Jonas's number dialled. Her finger hovered over the 'call' button.

She replayed the scene in her head that had so mortified her moments ago - that of her friends finding out she was one of the 'sluts' in the ring, as she'd called them, and seeing her naked. She shuddered again. But then she replayed it with her in her mask - unrecognisable, someone else entirely. Suddenly it didn't seem so bad. Not at all. She imagined Paul's looks of lust directed at her, Kirsty's excited and jealous catcalling.

And, she thought excitedly, Jonas said it would be a 2v1 one match, which means she'd almost certainly win. She'd get to win in front of her friends, and they'd never know!

Slowly, uncertainly, she put the phone down. She could always change her mind...

And so she spent Sunday afternoon, much like Saturday afternoon, deliberating over whether to go ahead with a match. This time however, she found herself getting surer and surer. Every time she tried to imagine what it would be like, the crowd was a little more jubilant, her friends looked a little more admiring (and clueless) and her victory was a little more spectacular. Her stomach flipped over at the thought of Paul seeing her naked, but it wasn't the cringe-inducing horror it had been in the morning.

By the time she was showering, her mind was made up. She was going to show them all. She took even more care with her preparations this time. Somehow it hadn't really felt real yesterday, as she'd stood naked before the mirror. That was then, this was now.

Her match was going to be a little later tonight, at nine thirty, but all the same she wanted to get there pretty early. Her disguise might be fool proof, but it wouldn't be much help if she got there after her friends and they saw her arrive without the mask. She was especially paranoid about this last point, paranoid enough to arrive a whole ninety minutes early to the club. The bouncer smiled at her this time as he let her in. She wondered briefly if he'd seen her wrestle yesterday, and felt a now familiar thrill at the thought. God, what was she turning into, she thought with a giggle.

"Someone's keen!" said Jonas, as she walked into the still quiet bar.

"Oh, you know! I just like the atmosphere I guess!" Chloe said. It wasn't entirely a lie she supposed. There was hardly anyone there, but even still she found herself glancing around anxiously. "Mind if I go through to the locker room?"

"Anything you like, 'masked avenger,'" he grinned back at her, ever sparkling tooth on display. "You do know your match isn't until nine thirty, right?"

"I know!" she said, and headed off to the locker room.

It looked just as it had yesterday - old, worn and not entirely hygienic. It did not feel like 24 hours since she'd been there - it was like she'd never left.

She took her time getting ready - she had enough of it after all. She spent fifteen minutes adjusting her shorts, making sure nothing down there was showing. That might be a bit much. Still, she'd have a partner against a single opponent, so there was not much danger of being overpowered or... compromised.

She started speculating about her partner for the first time - in all the excitement it had completely escaped her. She would be another rookie, like her she supposed. She imagined a bundle of nerves, as she had been. Now she could be the reassuring one. Chloe would have to look out for her, she decided, while she got used to it out there. It could be overwhelming.

She didn't give any thought to her opponent.

A few girls came and went, but they were for preceding matches. They didn't hang around for long, and Chloe said little to them. They looked bored mostly. Probably just in it for the money. No sign of any newbies though.

At quarter past nine, as she was starting to wonder if Jonas was expecting her to meet him somewhere else, her question was answered. The first thing she saw was the familiar mop of red hair, before recognising the surly expression.

"Oh," said Lara, "it's you. Hello."

"Hi!" said Chloe, trying to be friendly. This could be very awkward. "What are you doing here?" she asked, cringing. She hadn't meant it to sound like that. And besides, she was pretty sure she knew the answer...

"The next match - newbies versus pro. Are you...?"

"Yeah..." said Chloe. There was a tense silence. "I guess we're gonna be partners!" she said, trying to inject more enthusiasm into her voice than she felt.

"I guess so," said Lara, not bothering to do the same. She dumped her stuff in a nearby locker, and started to get changed in sullen silence. Chloe sort of perched on the bench, and tried to think of something else. But all she could think of was that Paul, Kirsty and Diana would be out there now, their voices contributing to the faint roar she could hear, and she felt light headed. Some of the brash confidence had drained from her now that she'd seen who her partner was going to be.

"Just try not to clam up like you did last night and we might be OK," said Lara, breaking Chloe out of her stupor. Lara still wasn't looking at her - she was brushing her long hair back in the mirror of the locker, now that she was in her T-shirt and shorts. Chloe felt her temper rise for the first time. Hadn't she won yesterday? Before she could retort however, the door opened.

"There's our rookies!" declared Jonas, clapping his hands with glee. You could tell he'd been in front of the crowd all night - he looked much more flush, much more animated. Behind him stood a tall woman, already kitted out in white T-shirt and shorts - an outfit that barely contained her considerable chest and curvy figure. Her dishevelled brown hair and powerful phsyique looked very familiar to Chloe.

"These are the small fries you're feeding me tonight Jonas?" she said, looking over Chloe and Lara. There was an arrogance to her voice that made her unmistakable. This was the wrestler that Chloe had watched annihilate those other two girls on Friday, when she was still just a spectator. This was who she was up against...

"Be gentle with them Tracey, they're only new!" Jonas said. Chloe and Lara exchanged glances - she was glad to see Lara looked a little apprehensive too. 'Tracey' gave a derisive chuckle and walked back out.

"Yeah right. I'll see you girls out in the ring - don't get your hopes up."

Jonas checked his watch, ignoring the suddenly deflated mood in the room.

"Well, that's nearly time. I'll see you out there in five minutes, Ok?" Chloe watched him leave with mounting horror.

"That's 'The Wolf!'" Chloe groaned. "Have you seen her wrestle? What are we going to do?"

"It's fine," said Lara, looking a little more relaxed again now. Surely she couldn't really be so calm? "She won't be so cocky when those monster tits are swinging free for the crowd." She tied her hair back and headed for the door.

Lara's bravado didn't quite set Chloe's mind at ease, but there was really nothing for it now. She followed Lara, for the first time that night feeling every bit as half-naked as she was.

"Aren't you wearing that dumb mask?" Lara asked from the corridor. Chloe swore under her breath and ran back to get it - she'd come dangerously close to walking out without her disguise.

Lara didn't wait for her as she pulled it over her face, and pulled the pony-tail out through the hole. She did feel a little better now, she supposed. She ran after Lara, ever aware of the growing rumble of the crowd as she went.

Tracey (Chloe couldn't help but still think of her as 'the Wolf') gave a snort of laughter when she saw Chloe arrive, mask on. She blushed underneath it, and felt a renewed urge to beat this woman. She might be good, but there's only one of her. Jonas was already walking into the ring.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Are you ready for our final match of the night?" The crowd screamed their approval. Ludicrously, Chloe tried to make out any familiar voices. "Then let's hear it for tonight's veteran wrestler - welcome back THE WOLF!" Tracey positively bounded on stage, playing up to the crowd and roaring something back at them. She jumped up and down, surely well aware of the effect this had on her constrained breasts.

"And facing her tonight, two of our newest contenders, THE LIONESS, and THE MASKED AVENGER!" Her feet carried her out onto the stage, as once again the sudden and fixated attention of so many people seemed to take her out of her own head. She had thought that she might struggle to spot her friends, they were only three people after all, and that she might not even see them at all. But no - she might as well have had radar fitted. As soon as she was in the middle of the ring they stood out like beacons - just to her left, three rows from the front.

Diana was grinning with the same morbid curiosity she'd had on Friday, wedged between Kyle and his friend. Kirsty and Paul were sat together, Paul grinning as Kirsty whispered something into his ear. For one paranoid moment she thought they'd recognised her, but no. They weren't even looking at her, they were looking at Lara. She tried to calm her nerves, but she felt more naked than she had at any point since yesterday night, and she had to resist the urge to pull her T-shirt down to cover more of her navel.

Only the sudden blast of Jonas's whistle brought her back to reality, and the task at hand. By now the Wolf was fixated fully on the two of them, grinning the grin of the predator who's cornered its prey. Lara stood tensely by Chloe's side. Clearly they were expected to make the first move.

Lara made it. She darted forward toward their confident foe, and Chloe ran forward after her. If she could just pick up enough momentum, maybe they could catch her off balance? The Wolf seemed braced and ready, but at the last moment Lara seemed to fall back a little, leaving Chloe to cannon into the Wolf alone. It had basically no effect.

"Nice try small fry!" she shouted, grabbing Chloe by the waist and scooping her up with ease. She held her there for a second, soaking up the audience's cheers, before casually dropping her back down. Chloe hit the wet, padded floor with a grunt - not a great start.

Chloe shot Lara an angry glance - that had been no accident - but Lara was too busy to notice. The Wolf had turned on her now, and Lara was backing away anxiously as the crowd taunted her. Evidently she'd seen how easily Chloe had been disposed of. As Chloe was getting to her feet, Lara was narrowly escaping the Wolf's sudden lunge. Feeling a sudden rush of pity, Chloe ran forward while the Wolf's back was to her.

But it wasn't going to be that easy. The Wolf spun around, evidently hearing Chloe even over the shouts of the crowd. Lara ran away as soon as the opportunity presented itself, offering no help whatsoever, leaving the Wolf to casually extend her foot and allow Chloe to topple over face first into the oil. Laughter and jeers rained down on her from above. She waited for the Wolf to pounce on her, but it never came.

"Don't wanna play, huh?" the Wolf was shouting. Chloe looked up. Lara was once more backing away from the predator between them, who was advancing on her again. This time there was no escape. Lara made a feeble attempt to get past her, to direct her anger at Chloe again, but the Wolf charged her, forcing her to the ground. With a triumphant wink to her adoring crowd, she pinned Lara's arms behind her and presented her to the crowd. "Give up yet, lion cub?"

But Lara just struggled. "Help me!" she shouted at Chloe, an angry expression her face. Chloe hesitated. Now she wanted help. She looked around to the crowd. She was trying her best to ignore her friends, but she couldn't help but stare at them, still not quite believing that they didn't recognise her. Like everyone else, they were looking excitedly from Lara to Chloe. "For fuck's sake, get over here!"

"Too late!" the Wolf screamed. With her free hand, she squeezed Lara's right breast playfully, before pulling at her T-shirt not so playfully. The flimsy thing tore, just as it always did, and Lara's milky white breasts spilled out of them. Lara's face reddened as the audience whooped and cheered, shouting a mixture of lecherous praise and jeering abuse down at her.

Chloe decided she'd learned her lesson. Remembering how successful her unexpected leaping tackle had been yesterday, she launched herself at the Wolf's exposed back, wrapping her arms around her powerful shoulders. She knew she had only one very brief chance. Her hands fumbled at the Wolf's T-shirt, trying to tear it as all the others had.

But the Wolf was having none of it.

"Oh!" she shouted, getting to her feet effortlessly, despite the weight of Chloe on her back. "The masked slut really does want to play!" Chloe tried with increasing desperation to fend off the Wolf's hand blocking her, and sent a pleading look to Lara who was once again retreating. If they would both just attack at once...

But her topless 'ally' was defiant. Her expression was quite plain - you were happy to sit and watch me get stripped - not it's your turn.

The Wolf threw Chloe off with ease, and she fell backwards having achieved nothing besides provoking her opponent. She knew what was surely about to happen, but her body would not move or do anything to prevent it. The Wolf grabbed her, and dragged her to her knees as though she were made of feathers.

"Who wants to see this masked slut's titties?" she roared to the crowd. The answer was clear, and deafening.

"W-wait," stammered Chloe, completely unheard by anyone, as the Wolf yanked her T-shirt over her head. The wet material of the useless piece of clothing felt strangely electric as is it slid over her already hardened nipples.

The first thing her eyes settled on as the T-shirt was pulled over her eyes was Paul, and Kirsty, and Diana, laughing and cheering with everyone else. She had to fight a very powerful urge to cover up, to blush and hide out of sheer embarrassment. But she knew if she did that, against an opponent like this, she was finished. And besides, there was also a powerful rush of excitement building up in her stomach at the sheer naughtiness of what she was showing again.

Instead, she started to crawl away as quickly as she could, in the hopes that Lara would be the object of the Wolf's ire next. Unfortunately though, she seemed to have taken Chloe's surprise attack, and attempt to remove her top, as a personal slight.

"Where do you think you're going small-fry?" Chloe felt a hand grab her ankle, tightening around it and preventing her from escaping. She thrashed wildly, pleading for Lara to step in. She knew what was coming next if she didn't, and she didn't think she was prepared for that. Not yet. But Lara was standing, watching calmly, looking from Chloe to the Wolf and back again as they struggled. The Wolf was trying to pin Chloe down fully, but Chloe was thrashing at her like a woman possessed, desperate to get away and at least get back on her feet. The Wolf actually looked slightly breathless.

"Hey, you! Fire crotch!" the Wolf bellowed at Lara. "What do you say? Wanna join the winning side? Doesn't like you too sluts are getting on so well." Chloe couldn't believe what she was hearing - that wasn't allowed, was it? Switching sides?

Apparently it was. Because when Lara grinned, and started advancing on the struggling pair, no one stepped in to stop her. It was only when Lara slid over to Chloe's head and pressed her body over it, pinning her entire upper body, that she could believe this was happening.

"You-" Chloe screeched, the word 'bitch' getting drowned out by a suddenly very excited crowd. Everyone seemed to know what was coming now. She felt Lara grab her legs and, between her and the Wolf, Chloe's legs were pushed up into the air. Lara even pulled them apart. This was not a very modest position to be in.

"Thought you could let me do all the work did you?" Lara hissed. Chloe was too shell-shocked to respond to the enormity of that lie. She was completely helpless.

"Who wants to see the masked slut's cunt?" the Wolf bellowed. She had never thought that many people was capable of making such a noise.

Oh, no no no no. Oh God no!

But there was no stopping this train wreck. The Wolf grabbed Chloe's pitifully short shorts, and pulled them away. They tore just as easily as the T-shirt had, and with it went Chloe's last shred of modesty. There she was, totally naked in front of a crowd of strangers, her legs in the air, spread open by an angry redhead sat on her face.

This was more than she was ever prepared for. Through her obscured vision, her eyes fell once again on her flabbergasted friends. They can see my pussy! Paul can see my pussy! This was shameful and degrading and so why did she still feel that small electric thrill in the pit of her stomach? She tried not to think about it.

The Wolf was on her feet again now, holding Chloe's ruined shorts in the air triumphantly. "The slut's even shaved her cunt for you folks!" she heard her say. But that didn't matter now. She might not be strong enough to throw off that woman, but now that it was just Lara, she was up to the task. With a furious snarl, she grabbed Lara by the waist and threw her off, scrambling to her feet just as Lara was stumbling over.

"Why?" moaned Chloe, advancing on a suddenly anxious looking Lara, who backing away from her and (unknown to her) toward the seats that Paul and Kirsty were occupying. Chloe advanced on her, almost unconscious of the 360 degree view of her naked body she was offering.