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I (Gabi) have noticed a beautiful, confident "older" woman in the front row at a few of my recent matches. She has an aura - a specialness about her. As I was climbing out of the ring after a hard earned victory not long ago, she stood, smiled and held out her hand - what a grip! Next thing I know, the texts are pouring in from the club manager, proposing a special exhibition match. The details are all things I love in a match but one stood out - no time limit. I can "go grueling" with anyone but it seemed an odd stipulation. But the money is too good to pass up. Fast forward to tonight and here we are.

(My first attempt at a poll match - suggestions are welcome!)

Laura's profile: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=63139

Gabi's profile: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=57916

We are both 5'7", but built quite differently. Laura is 135 pounds and 55 years old; I am 188 and 24.

The big night has arrived. This is "just an exhibition", but I am the club champ and with the exception of a couple losses in private, my public record is sterling. Out of respect for Laura, I will be announced first. As part of the theme, we are in bikinis and the request was for both to be in black. It was a request though, not an order, but I decided to comply. We will be barefoot, pretty customary in this club. There is a knock at my dressing room door and out I come, admittedly nervous. This is a very different opponent from any I have faced and her reputation is simply intimidating. I move down the narrow hallway to just behind the curtain and the announcer calls out, "Now introducing first, a girl so many of you know, standing in at 5'7" and a curvaceous 188 pounds, our current club champ, Gabi the Big Beauty!"

I whip the curtain open, step through it and stop, flashing a big smile and waving. The "current champ" had kind of an ominous feel to it, but champ I am and my title is not on the line tonight. I take several seconds to wave in all directions, then make my way down the short aisle to the steps. My strong legs make it up the steps with spring in them and to the apron I go, where I wipe my soles and slip through the ropes. Plenty of whistling and cat calls ensue - typical. I take my corner, toss my long brown hair back, lick my lips and take note of how dry my mouth is. Then I wait, nervously, weight shifting from one leg to the other and back again. It seems to take forever . . .

Love Gabi's look, (Thick Thighs Save Lives) but I don't see The Champ going easy on her, possibly even harder than usual just to prove a point... :o At least age is on Gabi's side, but I'd give the win to Laura even if she was ten years older than she is now.

-BF

I watch this amazon like a hawk as she comes into view. I knew she was in awesome shape but now that I see all that skin, I realize it covers piles of rock solid muscle! She strides with grace and confidence and climbs into the ring as if she's done it a thousand times - maybe she has! We meet, greet and retreat. In our corners, the crowd abuzz, the ref calls for the bell. My opponent moves right out seemingly all business. In this club there has to be an entertainment element but perhaps not tonight. Perhaps tonight, it's just "on". As she approaches, I move out to meet her with my hands raised and out, about chest high. As I'm considering a lockup, I remember the no time limit stipulation. This could be a very long affair.

I move toward you, then move to your left, then move closer, then move to your right, then raise my arms and stomp my right foot on the canvas, slam my arms toward you and offer a strong collar and elbow as an opening. "Let's she what she REALLY has!" I say to myself.

I've locked up with some big, strong women, but as I thrust forward, I wonder what it will be like this time. Unfortunately, I am not going to know - not yet at least. The fit vixen disappears before my very eyes and gets behind me in a tight reverse bear hug. When she offers to "see what I got" I get a chill. But that feeling is shoved aside when I am lifted with conviction off my bare feet and dropped to the canvas in a classic take down maneuver. There is a bit of a thud as we land, compliments of my contact with the canvas. When your weight lands on top of me, I am forced to exhale. I tell myself not to panic and to breathe, so I flatten myself out, spread my arms and legs and start to take in deep breaths, awaiting my opponent's next move.

Come on Gabi sweetie - you can win this. Take your time, don't panic and pace yourself. I have faith in you!

I find out in short order what your next move will be - a camel clutch! Through gritted teeth, I protest with a "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!" as you peel my chest off the canvas and arch my back. I slap my right foot to the mat repeatedly and the fans can see my tummy expand and contract as I breathe. Then I realize this is a REALLY old school version of the clutch - you didn't pull my arms up over your knees so they and my hands are free. I slap my hands into yours and try to peel them from my jaw but you have the leverage and your grip, your forearms, your biceps - are definitely the strongest I have experienced. I have no chance of freeing myself mano a mano and since pride is not going to do any good in the effort to win this, I get one little finger - your right index digit and push it into my mouth. With an unceremonious bite, I wait for you to scream and let go.

The bite works - of course it did! I was hoping for more of a "leap off me and to the canvas" kind of reaction so I could get on top of you but you're off, up and whining to the ref. I get to all fours and see those pillars aka legs striding toward my head. I start to get to just my knees when you take my hair. Now it's my turn to complain: "Refff - HAIRRR!!" She wisely starts counting and finally at 4.9 you let go. While you're beefing with the official I crawl directly in front of you and grab you behind the knees. Everyone else has come my way when I do this but your legs are rock solid. So I move closer, pull my head back and aim a head butt for the area juuuuust above your bikini line.

Laura showing her experience in the ring early. Gabi resorting to some dirty tactics but that will only serve to enrage Laura. Laura will be able to use her experience to keep the powerhuse Gabi under control and just wear her out. Tough match but Laura will show why she is a champ.

My intent with the head butt was mainly to back the muscle woman off and give me a chance to get to my feet but it seems to have had even better results! I look up to see Laura staggered back to the corner and holding on. That must have been the luckiest aim of my life or . . . those abs aren't what they seem. I better plan on the former - underestimating this woman would be foolish. I do need to press my advantage though, so I put my right foot down on the canvas and vault myself forward, aiming my right shoulder for her tummy. Now is the time to score and find out what she's really made of!

Gabi is my type of woman. I see the rookie handing the veteran a "crushing" defeat with those massive thighs :-)

Like the opening of the match, my opponent vanishes - POOF! Her impressive arms lift her clear of my advance and I catch nothing but air. My momentum carries me headlong into the corner and beyond. My head and shoulders slip between the top and middle buckle pads and my shoulder finds the corner post. It's not a very hard impact, but it's steel and I have not yet had my bionic shoulder installed, so OWWW! I end up on my knees, chest resting on the middle pad, a dull ache coursing through my right shoulder and into my arm. I give it a rub and wonder just where Laura has gone. I grasp the middle ropes and begin to push up, knowing on my knees in a corner is not a good place to be.

I have just started making my way to my feet when the sly as a fox wrestler drops from her perch, catches me powerfully and flips me to my back! It's lumbar, shoulders and then head - THUMP! I look up unto the lights and then get a good look at my own legs and Laura's face as she matchbooks me for the pin. The ref has already counted "One!" when I begin to think. I take a breath, ready myself when "Two!" is slapped next to my left ear. With a huge thrust, I shove my legs up and toss the 135-pounder off, breaking the pin and the count. That was way too close this early in the match! My kickout brings a rise from the crowd as they really want to see a match well fought and not some fluke for the win. With no concern for where the middle-aged goddess may be, I roll hard to my right, heading for the ropes!

Quote from: LauraTheChamp on December 30, 2019, 10:19:03 PM
I think Gabi is in way over her head on this one

Agreed! You are the champ...

The match goes back and forth some, neither really hurting the other, but now my nerves have settled and I'm starting to get more comfortable in the flow of the action. Laura wisely attempted a quick pin and was one count away from this thing being over in a matter of a couple minutes. But she just got a taste of my legs when I tossed her off me with conviction. I get to the ropes and stand, then turn to see her just getting to her feet as well. I'd think we're both warmed up now so it's time to face off again. We come together with caution and again I show collar and elbow, pushing my hands out about chest high. You match me and we're just about in range, when I move quickly into you, but I really don't want to know how strong you are - I want the advantage! So I pivot on my left foot, shove my right hip into you, take your right wrist in both hands and do my best to hip toss you over me. With these hips and legs, if I get you over, you're going down hard!

Come on Gabi you got this

We do square up but it is barely a second when I catch Laura and use a classic hip toss takedown. She goes over so nicely and when her body weight makes the boards dip and boom, I get a jolt of adrenaline. That is the first truly offensive move I have gotten in and her body language tells me she felt that one. But I watch as her chiseled frame rolls away from me and to the ropes for safety and a break. We have not gotten off to a fast start. It's move and break, move and break. This one may be a lot of back and forth before one of us finally takes over and gets then other hurt or tired - or both.

Great action! I think Gaby would win a wrestling match as Laura won't have enough stamina to keep up with Gaby. But I give Laura my vote as I think she would have been strong enough to hold that early matchbook pin for the three count.

Laura should be able to wear out Flabby Gabi pretty easily.

Flabby??? Grrrr... She's CURVY !!!!!!    :)

Quote from: pinyatoo on January 01, 2020, 09:40:43 PM
Flabby??? Grrrr... She's CURVY !!!!!!    :)

Yeah, yeah, that's it - curvy! Or thick. Or voluptuous! Statuesque maybe??

The intensity is definitely ratcheting up. We've both dipped our toes in the water but neither has gone in head first. Call it respect, call it fear - whatever - we've been feeling each other out. Once again we face each other but this time Laura shoots toward me and hard. Her legs flex and she hits with significant force. I am moved back a step and then another but rather than fight it, I go with it. Using her momentum against her, I drop, shoot my right foot up toward her rock solid tummy and fall to my back, hoping to use a one legged monkey flip to again take her up and over. At her age, impact should work against her more so than it would against a younger opponent. That's not disrespect in any way - it's a strategy I hope pays off as the match wears on.

I admit, I am not that good at pulling things like the monkey flip off - they seem to fail about half the time but this time, it worked like magic. I leg press hundreds of pounds so lifting Laura's 135 with even just one leg was easy. With the momentum she provided, I was able to catapult her high into the air and then all I heard was her landing and it sounded "messy". No clean thud or thump - and the ropes are moving. I roll over quickly and see her in an awkward position, maybe unable to free herself for a bit so to my feet I go. I cannot help myself - her exposed tummy is too great a target. So I grab the top rope to the left of the corner and stomp, stomp, stomp her middle with my bare foot. The ref is quick to get on me so I break and then resume with three more shots, putting my hips and leg into them! Her body sinks deeper and deeper into the corner with each but finally the ref clears me and requires I give her a chance to get out of the ropes. I pace like a tigress, now really ready for more! "Come on old lady, get up! Or did you break a hip??"

I have definitely scored some points. A couple considerable impacts and some tummy work and Laura looks less confident. She stands in the corner, seemingly unwilling to get right back into it but it could be a trap. Still, I don't want to waste time and give her time to breathe. I continue to pace back and forth but as I do I move in gradually. The ref still seems to be protecting my opponent and I snap, "come on ref, she gets just 10 seconds. She doesn't get a full rest period!" Again I imply her age is an issue as I move closer, but watching carefully for any sign of attack. Finally I stop close but not too close and offer a test of strength. Yes, I know, I'm crazy! 

I knew muscle girl couldn't decline a test of strength but how she connected determined my next move. She slaps both her hands into mine so I squeeze her hands with all I gave and fall back again. But this time when I tumble backward, I am doing my best to jam both my bare soles into her core. If I manage this, using both legs, she will be close to a full story above the ring floor before crashing again to the canvas. As I am falling back I yell "happy landings!"

This is a phenomenal back and forth. Before I get accused of obvious nepotism in my vote here. *ahem* you bet your sweet ass I'm voting for Gabi's sweet ass. This is not to say that miss Laura has not proved her descriptive capability, she has. Gabi has as well so in this particular instance I am perfectly free to cast my vote based on whatever criteria I want. Which in this case is that fact that I do like Gabi however she also has skills and despite the fact that experience is always a wonderful thing to have. Gabi is in the prime of her physicality. I have met some incredible 55 year olds which Laura has proved that she is. I still beat their ass in general physicality. Don't be deceived by curves.

"Do her dirty Gabi, you got this." Settling into a position ring side I smirk across the distance to the ring.

Again, almost miraculously, the monkey flip works. I watch as you fly over my head at a pretty good elevation. I let go and a second later hear the impact of your body hitting the mat. I roll to my hands and knees and hear a familiar voice and look up, seeing Alana in the first row. My heart skips a beat, honored that the fighting legend has bothered to show up. But I have to focus. Laura seems to be struggling, her back bothering her. But she's on the move toward the safety of the ropes, so I reach and dive, catching her right foot with my right hand. I lock on, scurry to my knees and get that foot with both hands. Planting my left sole on the canvas, I push up to my feet and work on dragging my opponent clear of the ropes back to the middle of the ring. Again I see Alana and have to re-focus.

I get Laura away from the ropes and I have her right leg - but now what? Fearing that free leg, I stomp my right foot onto her ankle, pinning it. Now I need to do something with the leg in my grip. I place my right palm on her heel and take her toes (yes, all of them in a group) in my left. Straightening my arms, I push with my right and pull with my left, doing my best to twist that gam, hoping to wear on that knee and ankle. I'm not sure my efforts are gaining me all that much but I grit my teeth and TWIST! I let up and do it again, looking for a reaction from my opponent.

Snorting as Laura flips me off I finally burst into laughter as Gabi hauls her back into the ring. Twisting my hair around my finger I whistle as Gabi continues to take it to her. "Ya Gabi!!"

Literally all Gabi has to do is plop her massive ass down on Laura's face, and it's over. Let's get real, guys.

I am just getting to work on Laura's right leg, really bearing down, straining her foot, ankle and knee, when she is able to jerk her left leg free from under my foot. No sooner does she get it loose, she uses it, slamming her foot into my chest repeatedly. There now seems to be a desperation to my opponent's actions and reactions. Perhaps she now realizes those fabulous muscles are being matched or over-matched my my larger size and younger age. Unfortunately, I must let go of her right leg, so I toss it down and back way to escape the thumping of my chest. I make adjustments to my suit but don't go far - I want to get back on her ASAP. I am watching what she does, how she moves, thinking about my next move and not willing to take my foot off the gas. "C'mon bae, get up and let's wrestle!"

Quote from: Joe Snowballs on January 05, 2020, 07:17:30 AM
Literally all Gabi has to do is plop her massive ass down on Laura's face, and it's over. Let's get real, guys.

Joe could be right but I have to soften Laura up and get her there!

That was my first thought when I saw her ass. Laura is not going to do anything, if her face ends up underneath there.

Quote from: Joe Snowballs on January 05, 2020, 10:57:08 PM
That was my first thought when I saw her ass. Laura is not going to do anything, if her face ends up underneath there.

I'm standing before my chiseled opponent but she is huffing pretty good and she is glowing if not glistening. Honestly, I feel great! I am warmed up, loose and ready for more action. But I can see in Laura's eyes some doubt. She's trying to talk herself into being competitive but it just may be that she knows better. I am certainly not claiming victory, but the older woman didn't pose a huge threat at the beginning of the match (as it turns out) and now less so. I slide in toward her now, arms raised to about chest level, hands out, offering a lockup. Let's see how she responds . . .

I'm enjoying seeing Laura being pushed around  :-)

this match is end before begin,,,Gaby Will buried her opponent litle muscle girl face into her ample and large lower body

As someone you mashed Gabi's boobs because I'm a squirmy bitch. Avoid the lock up. I did. I didnt get flattened like a small woodland animal running infront of a semi truck. Though truthfully I'd all for watching Gabi flatten someone so maybe what I mean is: Do it. You wont!

Laura's body language is screaming "fatigue". I'm a little surprised, but then again, I have been told on multiple occasions that I don't know my own strength. Let's see if my assessment is correct and if not, well, Laura may get in some offense. We continue to circle slowly, measuring each other. I very gradually move closer, trying to hem her in. Then I yell, "HAH!", slam my right foot to the boards making them boom and lunge forward, but then drop my right shoulder, aiming for those abs! I bend, charge and rumble forward, hoping to catch my opponent and bully her back into the ropes.

I also am formally challenging " The Big Beauty" to wrestle me in my oil pit    8)

Again, I out-quick and out-muscle my opponent. I get my shoulder into her tummy, get my legs churning and in just a couple seconds her back is slammed into the corner with authority. I feel my shoulder sink into the now softened muscle layer and the 55-year old may be out of gas. The ref requires that I break now that Laura is against the corner so I do and when I see her expression, I am pretty well convinced this one is over. But she's till on her feet - I've won nothing yet. I wait a couple seconds and when it seems she is going to take as much time as she can, I grab her left wrist, plant my feet and pull. With a twist of my hips and a stiffening of my legs, I whip Laura Irish style across the ring to the opposite corner. She sails at a high rate of speed and the ring shakes when her back slams that corner. She appears almost limp but still upright. I move in somewhat carefully and when it seems she cannot move, I charge, leap and deliver a vertical splash, all my 188 flattening her against the buckle pads! A strange, sick noise comes out of her mouth and with each move I make, I am more convinced I can now do as I wish.

After the vertical splash, I linger a bit too long and there is the ref, counting. I step back to reveal a nearly flattened opponent who simply hangs in the corner. Perhaps it's time for a big finish. Time to make a statement. I slip past the ref, grab Laura's left arm and pull her from the corner. Once clear, I pull harder, bend at the waist and get her up onto my shoulders. She is just about dead weight, so to the center of the ring I go and I begin to spin. Slowly at first but faster and faster with each revolution, using the classic airplane spin to shake her up even more than she already is. After I don't know how many times around, I stop abruptly, toss her off me and to her back. The boards boom when she lands and it takes me a few seconds to gain my balance. When I locate the prone powerhouse, she is flat on her back, looking like she has had about a dozen shots of something strong - tequila perhaps? Apparently "tequila" is code for Gabi.  ;-)

I take a long, careful look at my opponent and she is in an absolute daze - or is she playing me? I doubt that. My last few moves have been so easy with virtually no resistance. Her eyes are glassy and unfocused. She is perspiring surprisingly heavily. She is basically a heap in the middle of the ring. So now what? I could toss and batter her for the pleasure of the crowd. I could pin her for the count. While I think about this, I move around to her right side, leap, extend my right leg and drop it across her chest in a thunderous leg drop. Again, a sick noise and a groan, but no other response. I sit there, leaning back on my hands with my leg outstretched across her breasts and she barely stirs. The ref looks as though the count is imminent. "Not yet!" I snap. "I'm not quite done here!"

The match seems to be over as Laura looks spent while Gabi enjoys to dominate what was her rival at the start of the match. It's hot to see her doing this and I hope she will finish with a strong power move to also show future opponents what they are in  for when they fight the champ.

After the leg drop and a bit of showboating, Laura and I lock eyes. Hers contain no defiance, no hope - in fact, it's as though she's pleading for me to end it. The thought of more showboating crosses my mind - there are so many holds and moves I'd love to use, but it would just be showing off and disrespectful. Still, most in attendance seem to want more. I'm so conflicted! After several more seconds of contemplation, I slide my leg off the older wrestler's chest and kneel at her right side. Her eyes nearly beg, so I mount her, sit on her tummy and pull her arms down along her sides, pinning them to her body with my legs. I place my open hands on her chest, palming her breasts and pin her under me for a flashy pin. The ref is a little slow so I snap, "she's pinned now!" Finally she gets down and begins to count and I order "To 10! Count to 10!" I cannot justify any more wrestling, but I'll give the customers a big finish. The count rises, getting to 3, then 5 . . .

Laura has submitted. Oh, not verbally, but there is nothing indicating anything but the end. The ref counts slowly, which doesn't bother me one bit. My opponent isn't going anywhere until I get off of her. 5 . . . 6 . . . 7 . . . and now the crowd counts along each time her hand makes contact with the canvas. The 55-year old lies still, accepting her fate and I feel a bit of remorse - I may have gone too far, but then again, I could have gone farther. I see Laura close her eyes peacefully, accepting the result like a true pro. 8 . . . 9 . . . and still nothing. Finally the ref gets to 10 and calls for the bell. I do not linger. I get off the prone woman immediately and stand but don't raise my hands in victory. The ref wants my left hand, but instead, I offer my foe assistance in getting up. I hold my hands out, really wanting her on her feet right away, instead of lying there, looking so done. She fought fairly, has accepted her loss and deserves the respect she has earned over the decades and in this match.

Quote from: Crushher_Bev on January 20, 2020, 01:02:10 AM
Laura did evaporate ... R.I.P.

Yes, it appears Laura has submitted her final and ultimate submission. I want to thank her for the challenge and her fairness. She was willing to take the risk and let the chips fall where they may. This time they tumbled in my direction. She has been wonderful throughout and I wish her all the best!

Nice match ladies! Well written in my opinion and fair indeed. Gabi appears to be a youngster worthy of some consideration!