*Note: This is a work of fiction and is not real, not as far as I know of, at least.
There they were, Milana and Celina, locked together. Almost in a full sprawl deadlock, with a very tough and physically stronger woman trying to get to her ankles, Milana saw the woman nearly get the ankle after playing with her pussy, but as if in slow-motion she pulled the leg back from her at the last moment.
She looked around her, almost in disbelief at what she had gone through in the last 48 hours. Sore? Yes. Tired? Definitely. Smelly and sweaty? Oh yeah. More happy than she’d ever been in her life? You bet.
This was it, this was the match that would either win her the Lesbian Wrestling League Tournament 141-lb Championship, the same one that her lover and girlfriend held for the past three years in a row at this weight class, all with very dominating finals wins, in fact, or be the one known as ‘the first girl who gave up seven straight points (via tilt, takedown, and an unexpected orgasm) in the weight classes tournament finals’ and what would make it worse was the lose itself.
She heard the roar of her friends, teammates, her lover, who was in the middle of almost blowing her own head off with her screams of encouragement, and she’d even seen her mother Claire and her aunt Molly in the stands cheering for her, with what must have been around 600 other women and their young, aspiring future-wrestler girls and daughters in the stands cheering on their two favorites.
Just like Milana all those years before.
All she had to do now was dig deep and find a way to win this match. She was not going to be taken, especially not in front of her girlfriend.
Finally, Milana got her head back to the match.
She could hear her coach yell from the sidelines, “Twelve seconds, M! Make your move!”
With knowledge of the clock and also knowing she had grown cold during this round, also realizing she had kind of gotten hot from rubbing her groin all over the rich bitches face at the end of the last round, she had also been on a cold streak for the last round.
She nearly gave the full pin up on a stupid attempt to get too many points and being too aggressive, and just being too horny, with that knowledge she put all she had into her favorite defensive move and swung her hips down and back with much more force, nearly slamming her opponent, Celina Myles, the previous seasons runner-up at the 141 lb weight class, the girl who lost by 17 points and a technical fall at the hands of Milana’s black, yet powerful, intimidating, and ripped girlfriend and lover, Elizabeth Monroe, that championship that she won two years prior at the 133 lb weight class nearly made her look like a fluke after only winning the title by three points and at that a controversial finish that was sometimes still talked about, was in peril of hopes at a second title, at the hands of a newbie.
The newbie who was her foe and the past two seasons pain-in-her-ass, only one of two losses of the year for her, the first being against Milana 3 weeks into the season and being an overtime win for Milana by a takedown, via wedgy, which wasn’t seen by the ref, so they couldn’t call it against Milana, and even if they saw it they couldn’t because she was a rookie and had not been briefed on the rules yet. Celina, a shorter, yet more muscular blonde had a tendency to aggravate even the calmest officials, but this ref, a female former wrestler herself, who made 25 different women in her career pass out from orgasm overloads. They just eventually gave up from her torture, so while Celina was known for getting in refs faces, she did not want that to happen to her against this ref.
She also wanted this comeback to happen because she wanted to… She had been craving physical affection that she’d been missing for the past four years... the years that she’d thought she was most alive when she had someone cheering for her, instead of her being all alone. All she had was herself, and for that reason, that pushed her to where she was at that moment in the match. Trying to impress her ex, who she knew deep down, had to be somewhere out in the crowd.
She craved to be recognized again, not for the supposed controversial ending to the championship match two seasons prior, but for a certain girl she still held a candle for. She knew she had to come prepared.
One big rule was that panty grabbing was not allowed until the end of the second round. This was a big 2-point, plus the reversal kept Milana ahead of Celina.
It would piss off Elizabeth, and possibly catch someone else’s eye in the audience that she saw that night. Enough to get her fired up, and maybe even get a second chance at something with Mel. Mel, the woman who’d been in her heart and dreams for the past seven years. That sexy, exotic latina had all the moves to make her feel things nobody else could.
The previous season runner-up, Celina, and this seasons undefeated sensation. Rookie, Milana.
Milana finally, after a third sprawl with Celina’s head bouncing off the mat hard, once managed to break Celina’s deathgrip.
She heard her coach yell, “Seven seconds, M! Let’s go! Finish it!”
As soon as she realized, she got right into a sprawl and then got a bit lower than Celina’s hips were and before Celina could full-sprawl her face into the mat like she did, all of a sudden she got her hands looped around Celina’s spread legs, got her hips facing the sky like she’d done routinely to Maggie and Liz in the wrestling room all the time. She got in on a great exploding double, with help to the panty pull at the end, she managed and got Celina down, she got the big two points she knew she needed to secure the win and deny the comeback at the end. She heard the ref’s countdown, 3… Celina tried to get up, denied. 2… she tried again, but couldn’t do anything as Milana locked in a bearhug. 1… then the buzzer sounded and Milana sprang to her feet on wobbly legs, before she knew it she was in her lover’s arms. Tears of joy were shed for and from her, as she hugged those closest to her, she knew this feeling would happen again.
She just officially punched a one-way ticket on the national team now, no doubt about that. The team would embark on a 6-week journey to Germany that summer, where the world championships will be held (she didn’t end up winning the gold, she ended up losing out to the 2-time gold medal champion and 1-time silver medalist, an amazing tactician named Korina Kreshvenia. Milana had never wrestled someone like her before that, or ever again. Not even Elizabeth could match this stunning, yet deadly viper, in speed or technique. She seemed to know Milana’s weaknesses better than Milana and because it was the finals she only made Milana kiss her and then went on to spank, then kneel before Milana and tell her how she’d known the shoot double was coming because she saw Milana do it all the time to girls who had grown tired of sitting in a sprawl like in the semifinals and finals of the LWL championships. She worked from that sprawl position and because of her having really quick instincts knew when to attack Milana’s ankles, instead of going straight for them, she waited for Milana to come for her, but when Milana got caught stalling three times she gave up two points and 2 exposure points in the process when she didn’t sprawl fully. She changed her tactic mid-3nd round, but Korina ended up running away with it over the course of the last minute of the match. Milana would lose 6-11, but would come away with learning a great deal about herself during that match. She realized it meant nothing compared to her winning the LWL Championship, World Qualifiers, and the American Qualifiers tournament.
The winner told Milana, while she spanked Milana, that if she could keep improving her defense, she’d be unstoppable on both sides
She came out of that world tour and held her head high when she came back with the silver medal. The silver was 2nd best in the world, which meant she was 2nd best in the world in her weight class, and all while only being nineteen.
She did not take for granted the place she got to, being on that stage, it took a lot for some of the older women to get to there in years. She decided after the 2nd place finish, her real goal was just improving).
Meanwhile, Celina became runner-up a second time in a row in the LWL. That meant her season was over. Realistically she could try-out for the World team, but she figured she’d lose to some newbie like last season when she lost to a tart who simply called herself Maggie. Maggie got humiliated in the next round after that by a 32-year-old brunette, an amazonian woman if she ever saw one. She was golden skinned and ripped. Had a perfect ass and used it to smother Maggie during and after the match.
Celina thought to herself, as the tears fell down; tears of realization, tears of humiliation at her own losses, the tears of frustration that she’d never live down having to see this stupid tattoo on her every morning, and tears because she’d promised, secretly, that she’d win this one for Mel.
With all those thoughts in mind, she failed and she felt like a failure.
Milana had won the 141 lb crown with a score of 12-9 and with a clutch takedown to close it out, all in her debut season, finishing the year with a championship victory. She and everyone in the stands figured she would be a household name. She knew she’d have to work her ass off for the next one.
Liz pointed to the team score tally board and they both began crying again because they saw the tally showed their team had won the title for the 13th time and for the 8th time in the last 10 seasons. To say the least, their team found ways to win the championship.
Liz said, “Look, babe. Look what you did. That was all in that last minute. That was all you.”
Milana smiled and said, “I couldn’t have done it without the team, and of course, the best cheerleading girlfriend, and your sacrifice for me to be here is everything to me. You do realize, we’ll have to turn our attention to the World Championships soon, right?”
Liz just smiled and told her they would get to that when they got there.
Milana said, “I promise I’ll make it up to you later, though.”
Liz smiled and said, “I know, and I can’t wait to show you what I’ve got planned for you. I’ve got something special planned for you later.”
Milana gave her a questioning look, but Liz just smiled and said, “I promise, you’ve already wrestled enough for the two of us. But you’ll have to wait and get some rest, then I promise you can get back to work, but for now just be happy with what I have for you later.”
With that, and a bop on the nose, she turned to hear the lead announcer for the match shouting her name as the champion and that she would have the chance to continue on as the number one seed in the first round of the American and World Championships, but also more importantly that she’d get to witness her opponent get the tattoo she requested.
Milana and Liz both smiled at a still disheartened, yet hollowed out Celina.
They sauntered over to where she nealt, Milana caught her breath, then said, “I hope you liked this, it was very tough to think of something to give you that you wouldn’t actually hate.”
It looked like Celina was going to cry again and right then the tattoo artist arrived. A tall, feminine looking guy with a whole bunch of sleeve-tattoo designs on him. He looked like a total gangster if he wasn’t a flaming gay guy with the most feminine voice and attitude.
He had almost what one may call cop glasses, or glasses that police would typically wear.
He got to her and started to talk to Liz about what he wanted to do, but that she first would have to shower. That was when Celina started squirming. Liz and a few people quickly held her down.
Liz pulled her string bikini down none-too-gently, then with a firm smack on the cute ass, Celina, then had been quickly and quietly subdued by Liz.
They got her stripped to just her bra and got her under the shower, they washed her up, and then dried her off before they got going and after a while she realized it was on her lower back, not directly on her asscheeks. She thought, Thank God for small things.
When they finally finished, after an agonizing thirty minutes later, she was allowed to stand, but she didn’t feel like moving. The tattoo guy gave the soothing, cooling gel oddly not to her, but to Liz, who then gave it to someone that she hadn’t at first recognized standing just outside her periphery.
Wait, but I thought she left? She said she wouldn’t make it. Celina thought mystified.
Melissa walked up to Celina and told her in a whisper, “Well, turn around.”
Celina, too shocked to know what to do, did just that and turned around, but then was about to say something when Melissa cut her off and said, “Ah, ah, ah. No talking yet. Just let me help you. Like I should’ve done all those years ago.”
Celina shut up very quickly when she felt the cold gel being spread across her slightly reddened lower back. She glanced at a mirror being held in Melissa’s right hand and could see the faint outline of the small dragon on her back. She recognized the dragon as the same one that she gave to Melissa the night they went on their first date. A dragon toy, really.
A thought struck across her mind, this wasn’t about me having to get tatted from my rival. The rivals were working with Melissa the whole time… so that she could apologize to me for what she did.
Melissa turned to her and whispered, “I made that bet with her. If she won you got my favorite animal, or rather creature, on you, and babe, I must say it looks hot on you.”
After a moment, Celina asked, “What if I had won?”
Melissa responded with full smile, “If you won, I got to trib you and fuck you through several orgasms, instead of you tribbing her.”
After she dealt with the discomfort of having all the prying eyes on them while she had Melissa apply the cream to her lower back, Liz and everyone got the spectators to pack up and move to the exits, to give Mel and Celina some time alone.
Usually, teammates would wrestle to see who got the 3rd place finish, but as Liz had already forfeited once, and they had already won their record 13th club title, Maggie decided since they had already won their team title that she’d forfeit this time. So, on top of winning their record-setting 13th club title, and Milana winning her first individual title (finishing with a record 37.5 individual points and two pins), Rivals Wrestling won the title with a score of 92 points, but ever the most sweet win for the team, 2nd place finished in at 77.5 points, and 3rd was the Pitt Wrestling Club (the RWC’s actual rivals) at 67 points.
Liz and Milana went home and made love long throughout the night as a celebration to Milana, but as well as their shared accomplishment in hopefully bringing two lost lovers, struggling to find themselves in their life and wrestling, back together.
End of Chapter Two… Possible follow-up chapter coming soon
*Again, please, if you can, just leave me some things you thought were good, and maybe some things that you thought might be not-so-good, or just things I could work on (my email is lordblackthorn67@gmail.com). Thanks.
*P.S. I kindly ask all Nifty reader’s who took the time to read this series, if you have not already, I’d appreciate it if you found the time to consider donating to Nifty. Nifty might be free and easily accessible for readers, but that doesn’t mean nobody has to pay for it. Us writers don’t get paid to do this, it is, for the most part, a hobby and something we like to do in our free time.