I always considered myself as a quiet person and to this day, I still keep to
myself. A lone wolf in a society of carnivores. But I always had a fascination with
female wrestling and spoke to many female wrestlers online. After speaking with many
women who said they would wrestle and pay to wrestle, as long as they had a place to
do so. So here I am today, with the unveiling of what will become the female
wrestling haven, The KO Cavern.
I announced to the online world the first two e-mails I receive will be accepted for
a match, in the basement of my home.
I received about 15 e-mails, but the first two, keeping with my word, were the only
ones I looked at.
I was hoping for beautiful women in bikinis, but Gina was the total opposite. She
was a dominatrix and it’s the first time I seen one in person. She was 6’2 and
weighed about 170 pounds. She wore tight blue jeans and a tank top. She meant
business. I pointed Gina to a bedroom and informed her I would notify her when it’s
go time.
Then Helen walked in and she was what I was looking for. A petit lady, no more than
115 pounds. She was a nursing student who was looking for something a little more
extreme to fill her life. I pointed her the downstairs area, AKA the KO Cavern and
told her I was going to get her opponent and she’ll be down in 20 minutes.
So, the time came for the first ever Cavern match. Gina still wore her jeans and
tank top while Helen wore a pair of red briefs with matching sports bra.
My basement floor was covered with gym mats, there was a couch, two chairs and a
love seat in the basement as well just to make things interesting. A winner would be
decided by KO, submission or pin.
Gina started things off by marching towards the smaller Helen, much like a bear
approaches a predator while protecting her young. To Helen’s credit, she stood her
ground. She dropped to one knee and fired a right to Gina’s toned midsection. WHOMP!
But Gina acted as if nothing happened and reached for a handful of Helen’s long
brown hair and flung her into the wall. CRACK! Helen hit the wall, face first and
slumped to the floor. Gina kept to the attack and sprung after the fallen Helen,
hitting a modified tree of woe like move. Again, CRACK, a knee to Helen’s skull. Her
hands fell limp to her side and she simply fell on her back. Her eyes remained wide
open as she stared at the white ceiling.
Gina, kept to the attack, not letting up. She pulled Helen to her feet, stood her up
against the wall and looked into her eyes.
" Those eyes are about to close, maybe for a very long time," said Gina.
"…… .."
No response from Helen, who just stood there, swaying like a flag in the wind.
Then Gina started swinging, aiming and connecting with Helen’s tummy. Thud, thud,
thud, thud, thud. Helen simply jerked forward after each blast, helpless.
Gina finally let up on the tummy tumbling and Helen fell forward, face first into
gym mats. Her hips convulsed up and down, she was lost in a world of darkness.
Gina bent forward, grabbed a handful of briefs and spun Helen around on her back.
While sitting on Helen’s exposed stomach, Gina slapped her in the face until she
came to.
" Ooohhh," muffled Helen. "My stomach….can’t breathe…"
Gina, the ultimate opportunist, quickly drove two fingers into Helen’s mouth and she
was knuckle deep. The dreaded mandible claw. Helen’s eyes were like saucers as she
kicked her legs and muffled helpless cries for help.
" MMMMMMM, MMMMM," was all Helen could muster.
" What’s that bitch? I can’t understand you with my fingers down your windpipe,"
mocked Gina.
For added pressure, Gina rose from her sitting position, placed her knees on each
side of Helen’s breasts, and drove her fingers deeper down Helen’s throat.
Helen’s eyes were bulging from her sockets and her arms and legs swung wildly.
Sounds that can only be described as half cough, half gurgle escaped Helen’s body as
her eyes began to close. Her beady, baby blues briefly crossed and then closed. Her
arms lay above her head and she remained spread eagle. But Gina did not let up, as
she continued to drive her fingers deeper and deeper.
I went to proclaim Gina the winner but after tapping her shoulder, indicating that
she release the hold, she swung her fist, connecting with my chin. Knocking me to a
slumber.
Helen’s legs began to kick again, but this was purely a muscular action. Her eyes
once again opened and her pupils must have been deep inside of her head as the white
of her eyes eerily looked forward. White foam trickled from her lips and she was
foaming.
" How long was I out?" I asked myself.
Gina finally released the hold and demanded I raise her hand in victory. She stood
over the defeated Helen, who lay in a white pool of foam, her legs occasionally
kicking.
I raised the arm of the champion and looked towards the defeated Helen. A downed beauty,
lifeless...

But she came to, 20 minutes later.