Frenchie's Rematch, The Match That Wasn't Supposed To Happen

So if you've really followed our adventures over the years, you know that Frenchie wrestled another woman once back in 2003. We'll call her C (for Cutie) and her hubby D (for Dude). Back in 2003, I started talking to D online in an IRC chat room and as it turned out, he grew up in the city that Frenchie and I still live in. I asked him a few questions that only someone who has lived here would have a ready answer to and as he did, it was easy to confirm he was for real. So as the conversation went, they were coming into town and did we want to set something up? So we did. The gals suited up (one piece black suits, haaaawt) and had a good roll on the mats in the basement of our rented townhouse. It was very VERY cool to watch (and video tape for repeated viewings). The match was competitive submissions, just to keep wrestling until someone had to give up either by hold or inability to continue. So that was then...

Several months ago, D got back in touch and asked if I still had a copy of our gals wrestling. That Hi8 tape is a treasure of mine so of course I still had it. I created a DVD version for him and sent it off. Then he mentioned that they would be coming into town to visit family at the end of the summer and did we want to meet up again? I'm in such a mood lately to want some excitement and activity in my life I readily agreed. To make it even more interesting, I suggested we could maybe use the super-awesome-fun ring we had had the good fortune to try out thanks to our new pro wrestling friend. So that was several months ago...

The re-match was to happen on August 26th . Anyone who has any kind of life knows how scheduling sucks and so often doesn't work out. Well, after all these years, sure enough, the timing seemed bad for Frenchie. I thought she'd be physically suffering too much to even consider going through with it so I informed C and D that it wasn't going to happen early in the week (26th being the Friday). That was back on Monday the 22nd. But on Thursday, Frenchie informed me she'd be ready to go! And so it was that the match that wasn't going to be came to be.

It was a good night for watching some ladies wrestling, like there's ever really a bad night for that. Try as best she could, Frenchie could not overcome the greater strength (and experience, though I think she doesn't count it for much) of C. Even starting with Frenchie on top ended up with Frenchie getting squeezed into submission. I'll admit, a very guilty pleasure at watching Frenchie struggle in the clutches of a superior wrestler. She gave it her best and had fun with it. Frenchie got to enjoy a moment of the same as he and I climbed in the ring so I could suffer a defeat against his 10+ years of MMA/submission fighting training.

If only there were more ladies around here to see Frenchie go up against... there's a few hot moms I know who would make for good matches... Hmmmmm...

A night in the ring cut short

It's taken me a while to get to writing about it since I didn't want to think about it. We did get into the ring that next night but it would not end on a happy note like all our previous visits.

We started out well enough. I had the foresight to borrow a second video camera from work so I could capture two angles to cut between which could make some great video. She started out with a bearhug (that's some nerve, love it), which I escaped and returned the favour. Lifting her up, into the corner she went! I brought her out of the corner in a headlock but she used one of her karate techniques to break free and put me down on the mat. She gave me a gut stomp while I was down too! We tie up center ring again and I push her back into the other corner. (Muahahaha... love playing the big brute role) I wrap her arms over the ropes and put a few knees to the belly. Then out of the corner via snap mare to center ring. As she lies there, I grab her ankles and give her some good stretches. Then a couple knees to the groin. Yes, I'm just that evil. She really has to learn not to put her hands in the way though. Up she comes, and back into the corner. What to do with her next? Oh yes... the move that would end our night before it really got going. The body slam.

On video it looks good. I scoop her up, re-position my arm, then put her down at center ring. However, the way she lands, her leg must have been braced against the impact and her ankle took a lot of force on it. She yells out and we spend the next minutes looking at it and wondering how bad it is. After a while she's able to stand and move around but it's very tender. We try out a couple other holds but she didn't think she could continue and I really didn't want her to either.

Since that night, seems that the ankle healed up just fine and I still feel rotten about it. The ring owner is moving his ring to a new space (for which I've volunteered my time and van to move) so it'll be some time before we have another opportunity in the best case scenario anyway. Worst case, I'm not sure how enthused I am about climbing back in the ring when she could get hurt again. First time, she got her fingers crushed and bruised. Second time, her ankle got really hurt. I don't want to blog about a third time... so we'll see. Fact is, if I don't do anything to instigate our next ring time, it will never happen. She'd just as soon sit at home on her computer playing Yahoo Freecell for hours on end. Might not be so bad if she put away laundry or cleaned the house or something useful but I digress.

Ring time last night, and again tonight?!

Frenchie hasn't been able to find her watch since we were at the ring on Sunday so, the obvious conclusion, it must have been left at the ring. We have to go back? Darn!

I had thought Frenchie had arranged babysitting just so we could drop by the ring, grab her watch then scoot to the movie theatre to see "The King's Speech". I had part of that plan right and I'm happy I was wrong. Her real plan was stop by the ring, grab her watch, get in some more wrestling then scoot to the movie.

Because I didn't know about the wrestling part, I wasn't hurrying out the door since we had lots of time to do a stop-n-grab then get to the theater. Once she made the plan clear to me, I was moving FAST and we were out the door. Unfortunately, that slow time cost us more time in the ring.

We didn't bother with boots to save time and just suited up. She brought a different bikini and I still had my selection of thongs and speedo. She requested the blue thong this time. I briefly wondered why I'm the only one wearing a thong but with the lack of time, whatever. She's still in a bikini, I'm not upset. Haha

We were just in the ring and I asked something along the lines of "Did you want to start with something?" Without hesitation, "Irish whip and splash!" I love it! So there I go! Whip! Splash! Crash! Then she starts stomping me!! She is really getting into it and I love it! I offer up the Bronco Buster and when we try it, it looks really REALLY sexual when we view the tape right afterward. Haha! I have since reviewed clips of the Buster and know what we should change. From there, I body slammed her again then followed up with a splash, accidentally hitting her side. She brushed it off. We were fast running out of time at this point so time for one more move... Piledriver! Ended it with another Package Pin and muscle flex which had her laughing again. That was the end, we had to rush off to catch the movie.

As it turned out, we could have spent another 10 minutes or so wrestling since we got to the theater in great time. Oh well, it was nice to just sit down, chat and eat some snacks before the movie started.

So last night was very good and we'll see how things go for tonight. We'd planned a full night at the ring tonight though there is still the possibility of out-of-town overnight guests and our youngest is under the weather so it might be we'll take a pass. However, if we do go, I have a great list of things to try and I'm going to borrow a second video camera to capture the action!

March Ring Time

Most couples have a monthly "date night". Our "date night" has become us donning skimpy attire and wrestling boots and throwing/pinning/stretching/slamming/splashing each other all over a wrestling ring.

February came and went without us getting back into the ring. There was some bouts of illness and I'd taken on some contract work so between not feeling up to it or no time/energy, it never happened. I was a little disheartened as we had pledged to make a ring visit a monthly thing. But then March Break comes along.

The ring owner was going away on vacation for the week and very graciously left us with a key to the ring. When I mentioned it to Frenchie, she asked when we were going. Yeah! We made our arrangements and made it to the ring last Sunday night. It was even better than the first time.

I had begun a list of moves that utilized the ring to try beforehand so we'd be well prepared for an evening of action. With so many wrestling holds not requiring a ring, why take the time to go to a ring if you're not going to make good use of it? Frenchie has never been a fan of watching pro wrestling as I have been though she does find it exciting and fun to actually do so it was up to me to show her ropes. This was something I was very glad to do. Muahahaha.

Initially we suited up with me in my red speedo and her in her purple bikini. While a lot of time was spent doing easy practice like trying the arm locks we'd learned the first time, pulling each other around in headlocks or using holds we were very familiar with, like the boston crab and camel clutch, there were a lot of fresh highlights to the night:

The piledriver... we'd done it only once before, and then it was done very very slowly as we were just on padded carpet with a unfolded sleeping bag for extra cushion. This time, we got to do it like the pros. The first time I got her up, it went perfectly. Even if she wasn't expecting it. Up she went, her hands went to the back of my thighs and BAM, to my knees and she's flat on the mat, her head just brushing the mat at "impact". Second time, not so good. She let her hands dangle and as I went to my knees, her hands were directly under them. I thought for sure I'd just broke or sprained her fingers, I was really really worried... except she was sitting up very calmly, flexing all her fingers. The padding on the ring no doubt saved us, letting her fingers sink into the mat rather than take all the weight of my knees down on them. Third time, well, the video is going up on our website very soon and I like to watch it again and again and again...

The whip and splash... I think this combo helped her realize she could play pretty rough and I'd be just fine. She pulls me from one corner, whips me to the other then follows up with a leaping splash. There's something really wickedly fun about getting whipped then flattened into a corner by a bikini babe. I didn't like doing it to her so much as when she did it to me. Not really sure why that was, just was.

The body slam... Like the piledriver, this had only been done once before between us, but even further back in time, way back when we were dating. I body slammed her onto my bed for some reason she deserved I'm sure. Heehee. So I checked some video clips and went for it. Three times, each time better than the last. She commented how much it didn't hurt to her own surprise. I'm glad for the video because I could see a bit of technique that we were missing too. Wow was it tiring though! I'm just not used to lifting her weight. I wish she could do it to me...

Knee to the groin... oh yeah, I'm just that evil. I've always liked the occasional low blow to swing the momentum of a match and really paint the heel in a evil light or give a villain his/her just desserts. It garners such a gut reaction when you see it too, because anyone that has taken a real blow to the groin knows it's a special kind of hurt. You can't forget the fact that done right, like other pro wrestling moves, you don't really get hurt anyway. I did so many to her my knee ached a bit afterward. My bad. Loved doing it though. Evil fantasy fulfilled. Frenchie was very timid about doing it to me and I can appreciate that. She isn't as confident in her ability to NOT really hit me. It must be the masochist in me because I was egging her on, saying to go for it and not worry, I could take it if she missed. She just needs practice to build her confidence in her ability, something I've seen her achieve so I know it's coming. Then I might expect a lot more coming my way... :-O

Football kick to the groin to wrestler hanging spread out in the corner... A super evil tactic in my books. The story here is how I flubbed it. She was up there and when I went for the kick, I didn't pull my kick at the right time and caught the turnbuckle hard. The look she gave me was meant to kill and I'm only here now because looks can't kill. Lucky me. I apologized profusely (with a please-don't-kill-me tone to my voice) and was expecting to be writhing on the mat shortly after when she got her turn. But, she didn't take that route. I'm guessing having experienced how it could hurt she did not want to inflict it on me. We're the same in temperment that way, I wouldn't want to inflict something on her that I knew sucked either. Still, she's a woman who stores things to be brought up later... it's only a matter of time.

When we eventually took a break, I offered her the choice of thong I should change into, having brought all 3 I own. I wanted to make the night more memorable and enjoyable for her and I knew this was a surefire way. She chose the white one, which matched my borrowed boots. Any hold or move after that where she could touch or grab my ass, she did. It's almost like I know her. Haha. She was groping my package a few times after that too, another thing she enjoys and I certainly don't mind. It made the end of the night just a bit more sexy.

In between holds, there was a lot of hugging too. The tender kind. I told her how amazing she is. How she had fulfilled a fantasy I have had as long as I can remember. How sexy she looked in her bikini and boots. How I hadn't felt this alive and strong in a very long time. She said much the same, adding how we MUST make it a monthly event.

After about 1.5 hours, we packed up and drove home talking about how energizing and fun getting in that ring was. I was aching from using muscles I hadn't used in forever but never had it felt so worth it.

The last surprise of the night came when Frenchie drove the babysitter home. Frenchie confessed to where we had been and what we'd been doing. The babysitter, a girl we've known since she was 12 (now 19), thought it was cool and told Frenchie how she and her boyfriend were talking about buying boxing gear and sparring together for fun. I would not have guessed it of her but then I never guessed I'd find myself wearing a thong and pro wrestling boots dropping a knee into the groin of my bikini'n'boots wearing wife... you just never know and I'm not guessing about that.

The Night In the Ring

It was more fun than either of us imagined it would be. The Sarge was right, it's going to be very hard to settle for using our mats now that we've had a taste of wrestling in a ring.

With things settled at home, we drove across the city and knocked on the door of the Sarge's wrestling studio. The Sarge was waiting right there at the door, with a smile and very warm welcome. We got to chatting as he finished suiting up then he very graciously waited outside, as the space did not have a change room, while we changed. He lent me a pair of boots and tights, which were definitely tight! Worked for me and Frenchie definitely approved, as I approved of her two piece ensemble with boots. The Sarge came back in, we climbed through the ropes and got to it.

The Sarge was very generous to show us through a range of things, such as locking up, rolls, bumps, running the ropes and corners, and how to practice landing more safely on your back. He even showed us a butt bump (landing on your butt) which looked as bone jarring as he said it was. I was doing pretty well early on (at least I thought I was) while Frenchie was having some troubles with the landing on her back. Admittedly, it is not easy and does hurt a bit when you're not accustomed to it.

We ran through all our favourite holds and learned some variations on them as well. For a few moments we did what we do at home, grappled and threw each other about and it was so very different and awesome!! No thought of keeping the noise down, no worries about hitting walls. We just rolled about and very quickly found ourselves winded. Sarge offered the idea of going slower and taking it easier so we could make our time last longer which made good sense to me. We drilled a few more moves like wrist locks which Frenchie grasped much faster than I did. Her karate training, though so many years ago now, was showing through which was cool.

I can't say there were highlights as the whole time there was learning, practicing or doing moves we already knew. At one point I had her in a headlock and put her head into the turnbuckle. I wish I had done that a few more times. Haha. We did the boston crab and camel clutch, as well as the figure four leg lock and folded toe hold. I had her up in pile driver position (yay ceiling height!) but she wanted down before I could finish the move. Next time. I got her up in her favourite, the cross-shoulder back breaker. Hahaha The Sarge missed taking a picture of that one alas and Frenchie wouldn't suffer it a second time. Again, next time.

As we ran through all our favourite holds, I was left blank, trying to think of what to do next. Unfortunately the novelty of the situation left me grasping for what to do or try next so thankfully the Sarge would step in and show us something if we were getting stalled. I ran the ropes a few times which was soooooo fun. Fact is, we were having so much fun with it that we forgot to take video or pictures. Thankfully Sarge grabbed a few action shots when we were grappling on the mats and at the end we did take a picture setup of us locked up at center ring.

I wish I performed better under pressure. Frenchie was looking to me to lead the way and from the things that Sarge had shown us, I felt like I didn't know enough to be showing her anything. I wish I had tried the lockup-push-her-to-the-corner... I wish I had done the shoulder block in the corner... I wish I had tried the thigh-to-belly in the corner... it's easy to sit here and think of things, quite another to be there in the ring and do it.

Frenchie's boots were flaking off material or paint or something which was annoying and embarrassing. I guess I shouldn't be surprised for bargain store knockoffs but it was making a mess of the ring. Sarge was good natured about it though I think he was as unamused as I was embarrassed.

The time went by too fast. We had to go to Frenchie's uncle's to borrow a power tool and Sarge's partner was due back for them to spend the rest of the evening together so we packed up and headed out.

Sarge told us we were welcome to use his ring anytime it was available and our drive home was was so excited with the idea we're going to make this a monthly event. I can't wait to see those few pictures that were taken with Sarge's camera and they'll find their way to our website just as soon as I have them.

Excited... a bit nervous but mostly excited...

Today is the day!

I'm a bit of a nervous person by nature so combine that with the exhilarating anticipation of doing something new which includes wrestling with my bikini babe and a new friend and I'm just a bundle of energy/nerves/excitement.
All the cameras are charged, tapes and memory cards empty...

There are no solid plans for what's going to happen, other than to get some video clips and pictures shot to be used on the website.
I'm trying not to build up my anticipation too much, rather I'm trying to catalogue what things I really want to do without forgetting some! Here's a few random thoughts...

• Choking on the top rope, leave the choke-ee hanging there for a moment then yanking hard on the top rope, sending them sprawling backwards to the mat. Always loved that evil little move
• Trapped in the corner, hands on the ropes on either side of the opponent, driving a shoulder into the belly a few times
  
• Getting tied up/hung up in the ropes
• Pile driver (we don't have the ceiling clearance or extra padding with our mats)
  
• Coming off the ropes and dropping an elbow to the chest
• Favourite holds like Camel Clutch, Boston Crab, and Frenchie's favourite the Backbreaker
• Hanging upside down in the corner, suffering some boots

Those moves are not specific to either Frenchie or I as the attacker or defender since I'd like to see us both pulling those moves on each other. I like putting the gears to her, she likes putting them to me. That's just the way we roll.

Just over 7 hours away...

Opportunity of a (wrestling) lifetime!

A while ago I joined Facebook under my wrestling persona to see what was on there wrestling-wise. As it turns out, a lot of wrestlers and fans of wrestling are on Facebook. Yay! No more mySpace! Haha I've never cared for mySpace and it's user-destroyable interface where too often you can't read the text or get music playing every time a page loads. Besides being loud and/or a dog's breakfast to look at, it's also wasting my bandwidth! Anyway, back to the real topic...

So I receive an invite from a male pro wrestler, asking if I wrestled guys. We got to chatting and turns out we're in the same city! Then it gets even better... he owns his own pro ring that he graciously offers to let Frenchie and I try out! Wow!!! A few years ago I took the time to photoshop Frenchie and I into a computer generated ring and day-dreamed about how cool it would be if it weren't just computer generated... and now that daydream is set to become a reality! Next weekend!!!

Not only is he a pro wrestler, he's also an artist. I fancied myself an artist once when I had the time and energy for it so to see his work has been inspiring. As eager as I am to push my beloved into a corner and drive a shoulder into that sexy belly of hers, I'm also interested to hear what he has to say about being an accomplished artist. Being an artist is something I fear must wait until my kids are grown and I'm okay with that. I love my life as it is, even as tiring and frustrating as it can be sometimes.

So my hope is that we learn a few things from him, get to give each other a good beating around the ring, get some cool pictures to add to our group and if we're really lucky, have some video to show as well.

This could be the start of something really great, not that I'm putting any expectations on it...