Unknown - Captured by Ann

The time came for the challenge match. The m.c. introduced the girl who was to fight the challenge match. She had some absurd stage name like Titanic Tina, and that she was. She was one of the few girls I ever encountered who was fully as big as Ann, perhaps even bigger. Her breasts were carried in a bra visible through her purple lace dress which had a little flex to it so that as she walked around, there was a reverberating bounce.

She drew a lot of attention as she removed her dress and walked around the club in bra and panties selling her kisses for dollars. When she finished her introduction and went back to change into her fighting outfit, th e m.c. took the microphone to try and auction off the right to meet Tina in the ring. There was a little more interest in the opportuntiy to enter the ring than there had been the laste time that I came to the club. Abo ut three people were bidding at $20 increments and the total reached $160 just as the there seemed only to be one bidder left. At that point I raised my hand and bid $300. There was an audible hush and as the m.c. annou nced that I had won, I said no, it's not me who won, it's the lady I was with.

Everybody seemed quite excited with the idea that Ann was to be the combatant. There were a bunch of whoops and hollers as the m.c. asked Ann to join him in the front of the ring where the match was to be held. As she walked to the front all in the club saw her large, braless breasts bounce and jiggle under the sheer material of her blouse. Ann was then escorted to the dressing room where she was given an outfit to wear in the fight s he was going to have with Tina. After about ten minutes, Ann reappeared. She was wearing a blue and white spandex outfit that had to be at least three sizes to small. The material molded itself to her skin as tightly a s if it were sprayed on. Absolutely nothing was left to the imagination. The crowd's reaction to Ann alternated between shocked and silent amazement and spluttering whoops and catcalls. Ann was given a chance to "dance" around the area for dollars and she elicited a terrific, enthusiastic reaction. More than one guy tried to rest his hand on Ann or draw her close enough to him that he would have significant contact with her breasts.

Tina and Ann took their positions in the ring and waited for the bell. Tina traded on her experience and as soon as the signal to begin was heard she managed to pull Ann's legs out from under her and jumped astride her back and tried to pin Ann's shoulders to the ground. After a bit, Ann managed to arch her back and pulled Tina off her and both girls sprang to their feet. Once again, Tina knocked Ann off her feet and this time Ann lan ded smack on her face and I saw that she had a bloodied nose. The referee stopped the bout and gave Ann a clean towel to staunch the flow of blood. After a five minute hiatus, Ann declined the opportunity to withdraw an d insisted that she wanted to continue. I could tell that she was taking it all seriously.

There were about twenty seconds left in the first of the three rounds and once again Tina got the advantage which she retained until the bell. The crowd, however, it was clear was behind Ann.

The second round lacked the excitement of the first. Both girls seemed to be conserving their strength as they pawed at each other for most of the round. Towards the end, Tina sat astride Ann's stomach and seemed to ma ul Ann's breasts roughly through the material of Ann's outfit. Between the second and third rounds, I managed to get a few word of whisper to Ann. My concern was that she wasn't hurt and she said she was o.k.

The third round was unforgettable. Ann exploded out of her crouch when the bell rang and bowled Tina over with a ferocious rush. In a flash she was smothering Tina and was pinning her shoulders to the mat. Tina was no t used to this type of resistance and I saw her pinch Ann's left breast at the nipple. Ann yelped in pain and drew back from Tina. Tina took advantage of this trick to throw Ann off her and soon the girls were both back on their feet. There was no hiding that Ann was furious. This time as the girls grappled, Tina just grabbed Ann's leotard at the neck and tugged. The material ripped and split right from the neck all the way to below Ann's waist. In a flash, both of Ann's breasts flopped free. Paying no heed, Ann jumped on Tina and once again sat astride her and used her legs to help pin Tina. Ann also decided that she would not be the only fighter exposed to the crowd, and with several yanks, freed Tina's breasts from their containment. At that point the bell signalling the end of the fight rang. Both girls got to their feet and neither made any attempt to cover up.

Those in attendance gave the combatants a standing ovation. Even the girls who had previously fought were applauding the sincere and formidable efforts that Ann and Tina had made. Both girls stood drawing in great gulps of air as their chest heaved as a result of their exertion. The m.c. huddled with the promoter while they figured out who would be declared the winner.

Finally, the m.c. took Ann and Tina each by the arm and moved toward the center of the ring. "We have a draw!" he announced. The crowd reacted loudly to that announcement and quickly the chant "rematch, rematch" started up. At that point one of the promoters of this troupe came over to confer with the two girls. Ann motioned for me to join them. The promoter, Mike, introduced himself to me and I gave him my first name.

I had gotten bored. I had closed down my operation effective as of December 31, 1987 and after paying everyone a nice bonus we all parted amidst tears and hugs and on to new lives. Gerry and Ann stayed with me. Gerry simply to be my secretary in my new office and Ann to be with me.

I had purchased a townhouse in the East 60's in Manhattan and used a professional suite that a doctor had previously occupied to carry on my business. Ann and Gerry had offices there as did I. Ann had become quite weal thy as a result of the interest she had in the investments we had made. I had given her a check for $2.3 million when we liquidated the majority of our investment partnerships. For my part, I knew that my net worth now exceeded $400 million. I managed to keep that a secret from Forbes.

In July 1988 I had travelled to Los Angeles on business by myself. Ann was visiting her mother, and Gerry who would have accompanied me in her stead was feeling a little under the weather. I stayed at the Hotel Belair which was my favorite in West L.A. and for the first few days my schedule was pretty well booked. One Thursday, however, I found that I had nothing scheduled that evening and I was flipping through the paper thinking tha t I might take in a movie, when an ad caught my eye. One of the local clubs, Carroway's, advertised Foxy Mud Wrestling.

I decided to attend the program which it touted and arrived as the doors opened at 8 p.m. After being seated at a small round table around a ring lined with a blue vinyl tarp, I ordered a drink and nursed it and its suc cessor along until the show started at 9 p.m. The show consisted of a series of staged matches between very pretty girls who were wearing skimpy outfits. Before each match, the combatants did a semi-strip down to minut e bikinis and then sold kisses for dollar bills. I bought a few. The next to the last "match" was called a challenge match where one of the few girls in the audience volunteered to enter the ring against one of the troup e.

The fellow sitting next to me told me that these are the most interesting because the "amateur" sometimes really got enthusiastic and displayed more energy than the "professionals." I ventured the opinion that these are probably ringers, but no, I was assured that these were bona fide amateurs.

When the challenge match time arrived, a boisterous group decided to egg one of their female members on. The girl in question was none too anxious to get involved, but she did ultimately agree to participate. Stoked on no doubt by a few beers she was ushered to the backroom and later emerged, having been supplied with an outfit that was pretty skimpy consisting of a pair of shorts and a white t- shirt with a the beginning of a few tear s. As the bout got underway, i saw that it was the experienced girl's job to exploit these few tears and enlarge them. No corresponding headstart was available to the poor challenger. To the audience's pleasure, the ch allenger soon was struggling with efforts to preserve her modesty (such as it was) and at the same time engage in mild combat.