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.