Knockers Up for a Wet Dream Headlock!
by Mike Marino

Nothing like a good woman to wrestle another woman, or better yet, a body slamming some helpless male to the ground with the raging hormones of a female athelete set on stun, or the purely entertainment spectalcle of watching her slop around with another female in a mud pit for the enjoyment of others. Yes, there is professional mud wrestling on Planet Female and we are all just voyeuristic astronauts enjoying the ride into space.As for boxing, women have been putting on the gloves longer than they have feminine napkins, and have been stepping into the ring for centuries long before Hilary "Hit Me" Swank made it uber-sexy to get creamed by a sweat soaked glove wielded by a fatal femme fatale packing a promiscuous power punch with the force of an Amazon warrior. Female wrestlers and boxers washed ashore during the age of women in combat that date back to ancient Rome and Greece and permeate Mongol and European hymen happy history. In the early part of the 20th century female wrestling and boxing were staged for their highly evocative as well as erotic entertainment value to appease the male gods of Erectus Eroticus.

Today these competitive combatants engage in fully sanctioned sports with a touch of erotic athleticism fuel injecting the battlefield, so admit it, there is more than just a mere hint of hard-on happiness masked in that competition. Championship belts won and worn by females can create championship erections! Is that a heavy weight belt in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me? One matter of mud splattered mayhem is the sport of mud wrestling. No longer confined to the confines of a mud pit in the center of a strip club, but has been elevated to the level of a knock down drag out mud splattered knocker pleasing competition with plenty of wet dirt covering pleasant and pleasing tits and ass to make the human female form shake and shudder with the fury of an earthquake and her nipples stand as erect as the pyramids of Egypt. The mud and dirt have made more than one of us wish we were archeologists exploring the mud covered female form for new discoveries of carnal exploration.and to unearth from her mud covered pubic rainforest a vaginal cave to enter and spelunk. Nothing like a good spelunking to break the ice on a first date with a mud wrestler! Imagine the head lock her thighs could produce with the grip of a bungee chord...you'd never want to come up for air but merely to stay locked and loaded and down for the bikini waxed count.

Grease up Greasers... it's time to get a Greco-Roman grip on the squared circle around the world. Greece and Rome led the gladiator charts when it came to fighting for entertainment. Female gladiators also took the colliseum by the short hairs in displays of flesh and battle, as unlike their male counter parts, the females were stripped naked and armed with weaponry from swords to clubs and would literally put on a real tits and ass show of mortal combat. In Africa around the same era, women were pitted against other women as well as men in wrestling death matches that generally ended not with the Last Man Standing..but the Last Woman Standing as their ferocity as feminine warriors was as well known, as they were well endowed with that National Geographic look with nipples as big as potective shields that every pubescent boy wanted to attack and conquer! Mothers Milk Faucet never looked so good!

One-thousand years ago, about when Strom Thurmond was born, South Pacific women were anything but pacified. These hearty females would wrestle men and other women as well as martial arts displays, not merely for competition but for spiritual and ritual reasons. The Western World finally entered the fray in Europe two centuries ago as a preferred spectacle, and didn't catch on in the colonies here in America until the rip roaring Twenties where flappers and flasks shared the stage with women in underwear sweating it up in sexy headlocks. In all cases up to this point...female combatants in the Western World was generally a genital gratifiction induced activity to provide entertainment for the lower extremities of the male population rather than it's roots in female combat and athleticism. Leave it to the Americans to turn the game of Chess into Checkers!

The Gay 90's were not what you think! It was not an era of mincing and prancing eros, but the age of PULP fiction and the Polie Gazette that specialized in sensationalism in the arena of dames in distress as white slaves as well as the flip side of the coin that featured females as ball busters in male dominated fields of endeavor! The Police Gazette took us one step further as it stepped through the looking glass of tits of ass wrestling where jiggling juggs like massive mammary bowls of delicious jello made us want to bob for the combatants apples dangling from Eves tree of temptation as a hungry public bought tickets for the first American Womens Championship Wrestling Match held in NYC no doubt with visions of sugar plum filled vagina's dancing in their head! The women kept their hair short to prevent the inevitable pulling practice of the not so gentle gender and dammit...they wore tights cover thsoe secretive body parts. In the 1930's however, a wrestling promoter Moses parted the Red Sea and had his girls fight barechested wearing only skimmpy trunks while duking it out in the Bowery.

In Europe female wrestling took to the mat with a vaginal vengeance in 1900 Russia in matches that led one French journalist to write "The stale smell of sweat and foul air assaulted your nostrils. In this overheated room the spectators were flushed. Smoke seized us by the throat and quarrels broke out." As for the wrestlers, "They flung themselves at each other like modern bacchantes -- hair flying, breasts bared, indecent, foaming at the mouth. Everyone screamed, applauded, stamped his feet."

Womens wrestling has certainly come of age...it's not just for gladiators and their admirers anymore. It's sex pure and simple...or rather not so pure and rather complicated at that. Exploitation abounds in the WOW (Women of Wrestling) and GLOW (Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestlint) and of course the more down to earth WWF/WWE that although they promote female athleticism, they still come across as sex symbols.

This brings us now to the academic world of High School and College Womens Wrestling...more Greco and Roman in interpretation with masked sexuality. What may be lacking in academic wrestling for sex can be found in the cheerleading squad composed of buxom 17 year olds bikini waxed to pubescent perfection in highschool or any college campus with more maturation to ensure masturbation on or off the field!

As with any sport it's god to get down and dirty...in the mud! Mud Wrestling has come into it's own...although still rating a ten on the lurid scale, more athleticism is being injected into the mix with Mud Wrestling leagues and teams! For Example check out the Chicago Knockers, just one of many heavy breasted teams in the US! http://www.sassysandi.com/Chicago_Knockers/womens_mudwrestling

There was for example the popular women's mud wrestling team called the Chicago Knockers, a troupe of travelling female entertainment troupe that playedshows all over the United States, Canada, England, and Puerto Rico. The troupe consists of 8 girls, and always had a tag team celebrity match with a local star or famous personality. They even wrestled movie stars, sports heroes, politicians, boxing title holders, radio DJs, and television anchormen. TV people were great at making news! Not only did they play local bars, but also county fairs, state fairs, festivals, a few clubs, and other sites and places. They were a family show, first and foremost, and one of the true original pioneers to the genre of womens mudwrestling.Started by Lynn Brown (Mama Knockers) the team quickly grew into a worldwide phenomenon, with the astute help and guidance of agent Mick Scully and promoter George Moffe.

Today there are male mud wrestling teams to excite the ladies and more ladies mud wresting teams on the road and in the pits to keep the American hard-on flying high as the flag on the Fourth of July! Ladies wrestling rocks and rolls...and lets face it...drenched in sweat or covered in mud...it's time to get down and dirty...with a great pair of sweaty and muddy knockers! Gentlemen start your engines...ladies put the pedal to the metal of your girl crush dreams...it's time to get down with knockers up and get lost in a wet dream leg lock!