KNOCKOUT FRENZY
part one

by Ransom

After years of marriage one begins to know their spouse both by what she says as
well as what she does not say. It had been almost a year since my wife Becky had
last seen Donna. After their fourth wrestling encounters their friendship had
seemingly ended. What was supposed to have been just competitive fun had each time
turned into violent contests with erotic overtones. It was a wonder there had not
been any serious injuries.

From time to time Becky and I played the videos that were made of three of the
matches. I had to admit I enjoyed watching her and Donna compete aggressively
attired only in revealing swimsuits. For me it was mostly visual and physical.
But Becky was always thoughtful as we viewed the tapes. She seemed to be looking
for some hidden meaning beneath the outward action. She never said anything to me
except recounting her reactions at the time.

Then after almost a year since they last saw each other,Becky happened to run into
Donna at a local hotel during a fitness trainers' seminar. They exchanged casual
greetings but later ran into each each other again at the hotel lounge. Both were
in the company of several women they worked with.

The two groups joined each other around a table. Introductions were made: Cindy,
Jill, Maggie, Wendy, Trish, and Summer. After general conversation about the events
of the day Donna suddenly turned to my wife and blurted out, "You know, Becky, I
sure enjoyed whipping your ass those four times we wrestled together."

This got the other women's attention and they pumped Becky for details. Becky was
silent for a moment, not sure she wanted to bring up the subject.

But she threw caution to the winds. "That's not quite how I remember it. The second
time was a tie and the fourth time you and Dave cheated. Two against one wasn't
exactly fair."

Donna responded, "I could have taken you easy without Dave's help."

"We'll never know, will we?" Becky said.

Donna smiled. "We could always find out."

"I don't think so," Becky replied pointedly.

By now the other women at the table were getting into it. Cindy started a chant:
" Wrestle, wrestle, wrestle." Jill said, "And we could come and be your audience and
make sure you guys fight fair.

Donna had a friendly smirk on her face, "What do you say old pal? Your gym or mine?
We'll even tape it again for our husbands, so we will have to wear our skimpy
outfits."

Becky had a change of heart, "Okay, why not? One more time." She never thought she
would be willing to wrestle in front of other people but something in her was
prodding her to want to do it anyway.

Trish, the oldest in the group, said, "Better not hold this party at the gym,
management might take a dim view."

"Okay," Becky said, "Let's have it at my house this Saturday. My husband is going
to be gone for another week. We'll make it girl's night at the fights. No men
allowed."

The weekend came. Becky only told me over the phone she was going to have some
girlfriends over for the evening. She admitted to the deception as she gave me the
video of the subsequent contest when I got home a week latter. To say I was
surprised would be putting in mildly.

The other women arrived and were invited to go down to the bar in the corner of the
rec. room that was once again made into a padded arena.
Becky and Donna stayed upstairs and went into the master bedroom to change. Becky
went to a drawer and pulled out her lime green bikini that she had worn at the first
wrestling match. She began to undress.

Donna regarded her. "Dave has a real thing for you. It wasn't my idea he jump in
and pin your arms back while I sent you to la-la land. He couldn't help himself.
And when I knocked you out in his arms I thought he was going to lose it all
together. But then I wasn't expecting him to sleeper me. I figured it was so he
could take advantage of you."

Becky slid her nylon bottoms on. "But he didn't."

"I know, and that's what saved him" Donna said as she stripped down and reached into
her gym bag and brought out a white bikini. "But ever since then I've always
wondered if I could have taken you myself."

Becky turned away and Donna offered to tie her top. "What do you mean by that?"

Donna adjusted her own swimsuit. "Oh just that I could defeat you on my own, you
know, put you all the way out like I did at the resort on the island."

"Why is that so important to you?" asked Becky, now looking at herself in the mirror.

"I don't know," Donna said, "It just is, that's all.... really excites me. You know
what I mean?"

"Yeah, I do." Becky said, "Come on, let's not keep our guests waiting."

The went downstairs to be greeted by whistles and catcalls from the other women.
Both of them responded by strutting around the makeshift ring and flexing their
muscles. They then went to opposite sides of the room and, with hands on hips,
glared menacingly at each other.

Donna cautioned everyone, "No interference from anyone, understand? These things
take on a life of their own and we don't know where they're going to lead."

The group all nodded in agreement. Everyone quieted down, having no idea what to
expect. Trish had a small digital camcorder. She turned in on and pointed it.
" Camera on, ladies you may begin."

With a squeal of delight Donna bounded across the room and in a flash grabbed Becky
around the neck and shoulders and with a judo move sent her somersaulting out into
the middle of the floor. Becky had her arms extended to absorb the impact but she
still came down hard. The audience gave out a collective gasp, they knew this was
not just going to be a girlish tussle.

Executing a quick shoulder roll Becky was back on her feet. She grabbed at Donna
attempting a flip, but not being quite as skilled in martial arts, wasn't quick
enough and Donna batted her arms away. But then Becky managed to get an arm hold,
pivot, and toss Donna over her hip. With hair, arms and legs splaying out in all
directions, it was Donna's turn to hit the mat with a loud "whump."

Donna propped herself up on her elbows, swished the hair out of her eyes and smiled
before getting all the up. Becky was on her before she had her balance and gave her
a hard push. Donna stumbled and recovered but not before Becky put her in an arm
lock and tried to throw her. But Donna managed a reverse and it was Becky that went
head over heels down on the mat again. This time she came down hard and fast, the
breath was knocked out of her and she paused before struggling to her feet.

Becky jabbed her finger at Donna. "You are not going to do that to me again!"

"Oh yeah?" Donna smiled. With that she backed Becky into the wall behind her, put
her in another neck embrace, turned, knelt, bent Becky down, and flipped her over
her shoulder. Even though she landed on a mattress, Becky was still too stunned to
recover immediately. The onlookers cheered and clapped.

Donna threw herself on top of Becky while she was still flat on her back. The two
of them, tightly intertwined,rolled over several times first in one direction and
then the other. Donna remained dominant and pressed herself hard into Becky. Their
faces were only inches apart. Donna whispered in a low voice, "Trust me, I'm not
going to really hurt you but I'm going to put you out but good. You'll like it, I
know you will."

"And you like to be on top." Becky retorted.

With that, Becky managed to dislodge Donna. She rolled away and scrambled to her
feet. Donna also sprang up. The two of them warily circled each other looking for
an opening. Suddenly Donna closed and brought her knee up hard into the front of
Becky's low-slung bikini. There was an audible "thud" as her knee hit Becky in the
lower gut. The sharp pain caused Becky to double over. Donna pushed her up against
the wall and pinned her arms over her head. She held onto Becky's wrists with her
left hand, made a fist with the other hand,and drove two hard punches into the same
area she had just struck with her knee.

Becky went "Ahhh!" and her body jerked under the impact of each blow. She started
to sputter and cough. Donna then reached one hand up between Becky's legs and
grabbed her butt. Becky squealed with indignation and surprise. But before she
could react Donna encircled her neck and shoulder with the other arm and suddenly
twirled her upside down. She turned and dropped her on the mattress head first.
Becky ended up lying flat on her back. The audience gave a collective, "Ohhh!"

Donna looked at Becky for a moment before pulling her to her feet. Becky's lower
abdomen felt like it was on fire. From Donna's expression she knew what was coming
but she was powerless to prevent it being all but immobilized by her pain. Donna
brough her fist around and landed a sharp jab on Becky's cheek with an audible
"splaat."

It was a stunning blow even though Becky managed to somewhat roll with it. Still,
she was spun around by the impact and slowly pitched forward. She fell to the floor
stretched out full length on her stomach. Her arms were at her sides. Her head was
turned to one side. Her eyes were closed and there was a little spittle on her
slack lips. She didn't move. She was out cold.

Jill squealed, "Oh, it's over now."

Donna stood over Becky and glanced at the women, "Don't be too sure. I didn't hit
her all that hard. I don't want the fun to end just yet."

Donna kneeled down until she was straddling Becky's prone body. She ran her arm up
and down her back. "Come on, sweetheart, don't just lay there like you've been shot
through the heart, let's see what you have left in you." She slapped Becky on the
butt then flipped her over onto her back. Becky came to just enough to place a
hand protectively over her throbbing gut.

Donna stood back and grinned down at my insensible wife. She then dropped down on
one knee beside her and placed the other leg over her body. She looked at the
audience and struck a victory pose. It was a costly mistake. She forgot how
quickly Becky could recover. She didn't see the fist coming up inside her arched
leg.

With a tremendous sense of satisfaction, Becky felt her knuckles sink into Donna.
"I owe you that from last time."

Donna's eyes rolled up and with a strangled yelp she grabbed herself with both hands
and rolled backwards onto her side. She lay there moaning.

Summer squeaked with sympathy, "You guys sure play for keeps."

Becky said cattily, "Let's put her out of her misery." She kneeled behind Donna,
encircled her neck with her arms, and pulled her up to a partial sitting position.
Donna did not want to be defeated. With churning legs and writhing body she tried
to twist away. But Becky held on and squeezed steadily on her pressure points.
Donna's struggles started to diminish. She arched her back one last time and then
went limp. Her eyes drooped shut and her arms fell to her sides as she plunged into
unconsciousness. Becky dropped her and she ended up laying flat on her back with
her legs slightly spread.

The soreness now diminishing from the punches below the waist, Becky gingerly got up
on her feet. She stood proudly over her fallen opponent. She felt a hot rush of
exhilaration.

Maggie said, "It's got to be over now. Donna is really wasted!"

Becky, breathing hard, said, "We'll see. She has a way of bouncing back."

Donna started to move. Her eyes opened and she got up on her hands and knees. She
looked up at Becky and smiled slightly, "One more round. That will tell the tale."

She slowly got up the rest of the way. Both women were panting from their violent
exertion. Their bodies were glossy with perspiration, their bikinis damp and
splotched from sweat. But neither one was going to be satisfied with calling it a
tie even though they were both battered and exhausted. They only had enough in
them for one last effort. Only one would would be allowed to be left standing.

Cindy interjected from the side, "Don't kill each other. We want to see a rematch.
Maybe some of us could join in too."

Both made several false grabs, trying to fake out the other. Becky said later she
was confident she had the upper hand. Donna seemed to be staggering. Becky closed
in for what she thought was the finish. She jabbed at Donna's stomach with her
fist. Donna parried several times but one punch connected and she doubled over with
a grunt. Becky landed another punch, this time on Donna's left breast. Donna
stumbled back and almost went down when one leg hit the edge of the couch. But she
stayed on her feet, tossed her head back and locked arms with Becky.

They grappled furiously. Donna got both her arms around Becky's waist and yanked
her off her feet. She put her in a bear hug and squeezed as hard as she could.
Becky couldn't breath and let out a prolonged "Arghh!"

The way Becky was being held caused her already narrow swimsuit bottoms to ride up
even higher provoking a dry comment from Jill, "Ohh, showing a bit of cheek are we?"

Donna dropped her and spun her around. Becky recalled later that she was totally
drained of any strength at that point. Donna clamped down with a sleeper hold from
behind. Becky spread her legs as wide as she could and tried to drop below Donna's
grasp. But Donna yanked her back upright. "Give it up, you're all mine now. You
know you want to."

As Donna continued compressing her pressure point, Becky felt herself weakening.
Her urge to struggle was replaced by the now familiar warm sensation. In a strange
way, being sleepered felt extremely sensuous. She let herself go completely
passive. Her last thought was the hope that what she was feeling would not show.
She started slipping into unconsciousness with a soft sigh. She felt like she was
drifting down, down, down ever so gently.

Donna felt Becky go flaccid. She turned my wife's now unresisting body around so
that they were facing each other. Becky's head was bowed. "I don't think I will
make it that easy for you this time," Donna hissed.

With that she drove her fist one last time into Becky's abused abdomen. With eyes
bulging Becky let out a long "ohhh! " She grasped herself while bending double.
Some last shred of willpower kept her on her feet. But Donna gave her a hard
open-handed slap on the temple that propelled her backwards. She fell hard onto the
couch with arms thrown back. She was probably unconscious before she hit the
cushions. She slowly slid off onto the floor until she was in a sitting position
with her head and shoulders leaning back against the cushions.

Donna picked up one arm and shook it. "Yeah! You are fit to be tied!" She gave a
tug causing Becky to topple over onto the floor until she was laying on her side.
Donna looked down at her still body for what seemed like several moments. Becky
started to slowly come around and rolled onto her back.

"Are you really out or just faking it?" Donna said with mock concern. "Let's make
sure. I said I was going to knock you out so here goes."

In one last act of dominance Donna pulled Becky up to a partial sitting position.
Becky feebley tired to push her away. But Donna slipped her hands around behind her
head until she found the crown meridian pressure point at the top of the neck. She
sharply jabbed there with her thumb. Becky gasped and her face went blank. This
time there was no question - she plunged instantly into obvious unconsciousness.
Donna released her and she sunk down until she was laying spreadeagled on the floor.
This time she would be out for a good ten minutes. Donna stood over her smiling
down at her fallen friend.

The other women looked on, to stunned to move or say a word. For now, it was over.

The End