On the Friday before the tournament, Barbara and her husband Terry travel 300 miles to San Francisco, just to participate in this wrestling tournament in which 24 women of all ages from California and surrounding states are registered to fight in three weight classes. When they register in person on the Saturday morning, the women are weighed and measured, and are then placed in one of the three weight classes, lightweight (up to 130 lb), middleweight (130 to 155 lb) and heavyweight (156 lb and above), then they are paired with other women in the same class based on names drawn from a box. The youngest fighter registered is a 23-year old student, while the oldest is a 54-year old grandmother. Of the 24 women registered, 10 are in the lightweight class, 8 are middleweight and 6 are heavyweight. The rules on the attire are simple; the fighters can wear a one piece bathing suit, bikini or fight topless. G-strings and thongs are allowed. Most participants prefer to wrestle topless. Nude matches are not part of the tournament, but fighters can wrestle nude if they wish, in non-sanctioned matches in individual rooms adjacent to the large tournament room. The winners of each match move ahead in the tournament while the losers are eliminated immediately and can only sit on the sidelines and watch the other women compete until a final winner is crowned in each class. At 149 lb, Barbara is grouped in the middleweight class and is one of the heavier women in that class. This way, Barbara hopes to be fighting against smaller women which may give her an advantage on the ground, especially if she can use her superior weight to pin her opponent.
|149 lb blonde nurse Barbara (right) sizes up her 154 lb opponent Jane|
The women are called to step on the mats. They both get a hug from their husbands and walk up to the center of the room, removing their shoes before stepping up onto the wrestling mats. They stand in the middle of the room, facing each other as the referee explains the rules. Barbara is so focused on how she’s going to take her opponent down that she barely understands what the referee is saying. Then she hears: “OK ladies, go to your corners and we start this match in a couple of minutes.” Without saying a word, both women turn around and walk to their respective corners.
|154 lb corrections officer Janes flexes her muscles before the match to intimidate Barbara|
|149 lb nurse Barbara is not intimidated by Jane as she retaliates by flexing her own muscles|
|On her knees, Barbara is caught in Jane's headlock and tries to pull her hair in desperation|
Despite being completely dominated by the younger, stronger correctional officer, our nurse Barbara who travelled 300 miles to be in this tournament is tough and not ready to give up yet. She squirms, bucks and slides her sweaty body across the mats as Jane stays on top and follows her every move. Barbara, on her back, pinned, glances at the audience and sees her husband, stunned and visibly dismayed that his wife is being dominated so handily by another woman. Barbara, humiliated so far by the younger fighter lets out a scream and gives everything she has to escape the pin. She bridges high and tries to turn to her side so Jane would slide off. Jane’s body shifts and is no longer covering Barbara’s chest. Seizing this opportunity, Barbara tries to get up, but is suddenly and viciously taken down by one leg against her upper body, then followed by another and is now caught with her right arm and head between two strong legs as tough-as-nails Jane is too quick and strong for Barbara. Jane tightens the hold, grinning, she constricts Barbara’s neck between her strong legs. Barbara bridges again. She’s visibly hurt. She’s now in deep trouble. She tries to twist her body and move her legs closer but ends up in a worse position as Jane keeps Barbara's neck locked between her thighs. It looks like Barbara is just about to submit any second now.
|Jane has Barbara's head locked between her thighs as she tries to go for a submission|
Barbara is totally outmuscled and outwrestled by Jane, as she now stretches her legs and desperately pulls hard on Jane’s hair while she bridges in a futile attempt to escape this tight submission hold. The crowd appears to feel some empathy for our hapless nurse Barbara as it falls quiet. They can only hear the sound of flesh slapping together, and Barbara’s body hitting the mat as she bucks, moans and groans. Jane keeps the pressure on Barbara’s neck even with her hair being yanked very hard. Jane's strong thighs are devastating as Barbara is totally humiliated in front of her husband and a live audience.
With tears of despair and frustration flowing down her cheeks, Barbara is choking and realizing that she has lost this match and no other option than to submit to her stronger, more talented opponent. Still in a bridge position, grasping Jane’s hair with her left hand, Barbara can’t take much more. Her soft 36B breasts dangerously close to Jane's strong thighs and her legs spread enough for the crowd to have a good look at her crotch, Barbara is in a vulnerable and embarrassing position. Her moans and groans sound louder: "Arghhh! Mmph! Owww!" Her right hand trapped between Jane's legs, Barbara slowly releases her opponent's hair and finally concedes the match to her superior opponent by tapping several times with her left hand on Jane’s thigh. The ref immediately steps in as Jane slowly releases the hold, sits up and murmurs to Barbara: “No hard feelings, hun. You’re just not ready for this level of competition.” This submission eliminates Barbara from the tournament and from any chance of her moving forward and becoming a top contender in this private female fighting tournament.
|Seconds before she taps out her submission, Barbara pulls Jane's hair in desperation|
as she bridges while Jane maintains her head scissors hold with her strong legs locked around Barbara's neck
Terry runs over to his wife, still on her back, staring at the ceiling, as she tries to recover from this embarrassing one-sided defeat. “Are you OK Barb?” Her eyes red, hair in a mess, body soaked with sweat, she smiles at her husband and jokes: “Not my best performance, eh dear? Well at least I get to keep this memento”, as she opens her left hand and shows him a hefty clump of Jane’s black hair. They both smile as Terry helps his wife to her feet as the crowd looks forward to the next match.