My UMD friend enjoys a lot of the aspects of WAM- she really enjoys getting wet, whether in the shower, washing her car, hosing herself down while doing yard work, or her favorite, in her hot tub. She also has another favorite WAM activity, too.
One night her bestie called her and said, "It's been a long time since we had a Girl's Night Out. How about this Friday?"
My friend said, "OK. Where?"
Her bestie gave my friend the name of a cowboy bar that they both like and are habitues of.
"Sure, that sounds great," you say. At least I don't have to get very dressed up, my friend thought. Her bestie said, "I'll pick you up at ten."
"Okay," my friend said.
She got dressed up like she normally would have for a night out there- a plaid shirt and jeans, but she had her shirt unbuttoned down almost to her navel, and wore a black tank top underneath it.
Her bestie picked her up, and she was also in a plaid shirt and jeans.
They pulled up to the club, and the neon sign outdoors read, "Mud Wrestling Tonight."
"Did you know about this?" My friend asked her bestie.
"Nooo," she said. "We can go somewhere else if you like."
"it's fine," my friend said. "We're already here. Besides, we'll probably run into someone we know." She also happens to love wrestling, whether in mud , oil, or just about anything.
They walked inside, and the place was packed, full of both men and women. Many of them were curious to see what would go on. They could see the mud wrestling ring almost in the center of the place, where the dance floor would be.
They both had a few drinks, and at around twelve-thirty, the M.C. said, "Okay, we need another two wrestlers for the night's last match. Who'd like to volunteer? First prize is $200!"
My friend's bestie stuck her hand up and said, "I'll go in!" She gave my friend an imploring look, but she waved her off. Another woman stuck her hand up. She seemed to be considerably bigger than my friend's bestie, who was on the petite size, like my friend- but she was undaunted.
The M.C. then said, "We need a referee for the last match. Who'd like to volunteer?"
My friend's bestie stuck up my friend's hand and said, "She'll do it!"
My friend gave her a look like she was going to kill her. The M.C. said to her bestie, "There's a t-shirt back there for you to change into." He then said to my friend, "We also have a referee shirt and shorts for you in the dressing room."
The two of them changed, and my friend took off her shirt, tank top, jeans and bra and put them in the oversized hobo bag she carried everywhere with her. I would tease her often that she carried her whole life in there. The black-and-white vertical striped referee shirt was a little tight on her, as were the black shorts, but she looked terrific.
They walked out to the ring to huge applause- the other woman was already standing in the ring- and the match soon got underway. My friend's bestie, though small and petite, was quite athletic- she was a gymnast in school, ice skated, and played a lot of tennis. The other woman was just big- she had to have five to six inches and fifty pounds on my friend's bestie.
It didn't take long for both women to get completely covered in mud. My friend's bestie had better moves, but the other woman pinned her down hard and pulled her jeans down, exposing a hot pink g-string as she also spanked her butt. It seemed that she was getting the better of my friend's bestie All that did, though, was get her mad, and she challenged her madness into manic energy, as her athleticism overcame the other woman, eventually pushing her face into the mud and covering her from head to toe in mud, eventually pinning her to the point where she wasn't going anywhere and leaving her unrecognizable. The bell rang, and my friend held up her bestie's hand as the winner. Aside from a few mud splatters on her legs, my friend was relatively unscathed.
Then, the other woman roared across the ring and said to my friend, "You only did that because she is your friend. Well, I'll show you!" as she pulled my friend into the ring. She covered her in mud from head to toe, as the place went crazy. She tried to pin my friend down- she was already covered in mud- but being more athletic than the other woman, soon flipped her over and yanked off her jeans completel . Her bestie came back in the ring, pulled the other woman's t-shirt off as well, exposing her bare breasts as they both pinned her. My friend said to her, "That's what you get for hurting my best friend!" as they unpinned her, as she ran from the mud ring, covering her breasts with her hands as she ran from the mud pit.
My friend and her bestie looked like chocolate bunnies, as they were covered from head to toe in mud, my friend's referee outfit completely covered in mud. They both looked fantastic, as the two hugged each other and gave the crowd an impromptu extra, as they massaged each others muddy bodies before they hugged and kissed each other. The M.C. gave my friends bestie her $200, then said, "How about we pass the hat for our referee tonight," referring to my friend. She wound up getting almost as much as her bestie did, and they were told, "There's a shower in the back room. You two can use that." After they came out of the shower and dressed, the M.C. said to the two of them, "You can both come back anytime we have mud wrestling again."
"No thanks," both my friend and her bestie said. "We're retiring undefeated."
Besides, there were plenty of free drinks to partake of from men and women alike to help them celebrate.