In my dressing room I begin to change into my wrestling gear. There is not much to my gear first I pull up shiny black pantyhose. Next comes shiny black boots then finally my Senior Title belt. I’m now ready for the match.

I exit my dressing room and enter the out door ring. There are no fans just the wrestlers in the match. There is an announcer. This match is for the World Senior Wrestling Championship. In the black corner she is the challenger at 64 years of age Bonnie Williston. And in the white corner he is the current World Senior Champion at 71 years of age George Nelson

That ends the guessing about my opponent. Looking across the ring, she looks great. Wearing a white thong cut leotard with tan pantyhose and white boots.OMG, she looks fantastic. More like 34 than 64. Well no matter I will still beat her no matter what her age.

With some quick instructions over we go back to our corners. I quickly pull up my pantyhose and wait for the bell. BONG!! The match begins. I quickly exit me corner and move to lock up with my opponent. We lock up coller&elbow and struggle for dominance. I instantly learn that my opponent is extremely strong.

She backs me against the ropes, then drives her knee into my mid-section. I double over and drop to my knees in pain. Less that ten seconds into the match and I am in trouble. On my knees I grab as my mid-section with both hands.

I’m not on my knees for very long. Reaching down, Bonnie grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet. Next she twists my arm causing me great pain. OMG, she is so strong. I grab at my shoulder as she twists my arm. “Oh god my arm!!! It hurts!! OOOOOHHH!!! It hurts!!!” In less that a minute and she has really battered me.

Next she whips me into a corner. My back slams into the turnbuckle and I grab the top rope to stay on my feet. It may have been better if I’d dropped to the mat. Bonnie has followed me into the corner. She then begins to pound my ruthlessly. Her first punch slams into my stomach hard. Before I can react and second punch slams into my cheek.

Bonnie steps back to admire her handy work. My head has fallen forward and is resting on my chest. My knees have buckled and bent and I am hanging on to the top rope desperately. Less than 5 minutes into the match and she could easily pin me.

Here it comes again!! Bonnie has moved back in close. The next punch crashes into my well below the elastic waistband of my shiny black pantyhose. It hits the tip of my manhood sending shock waves of pain thru my body. Before I can react a second punch slams into my manhood. The waves of pain are debilitating.

I am now unable to hold onto the top rope. My hands fly to my injured manhood. I stumble forward out of the corner. after taking three steps, Bonnie drives her fore-arm into my chest. The blow sends me falling to the mat on my back. At this point I am completely out of it. Bonnie could very easily pin me and take my title.

By this time in the match I have taken a one sided beating. I am stretched out on the mat, on my back. The icing on the cake is that I also have a rock hard DEFEAT BONER between my legs inside my pantyhose. I am just about finished. To pin me, Bonnie would only have to put her boot on my chest.

Instead Bonnie drops at my head and grabs my arms. Placing her boots against my shoulders she begins to pull as hard as she can. Even though I was very close to being unconscious and a candidate for an easy pin, Bonnie has decided to continue to punish me even more.

The pain courses thru my arms and shoulders. I kick my legs, tying to escape the hold. I then bridge up hoping to ease the pain. Nothing works and I am left screaming. “OOOOOOHHH!! OOOOOOHHH!! My arms!!! You’re going to rip my arms out!!!” She then pulls my to a sitting position. She pulls my arms behind me twisting them as she does. Getting behind me, she plants her shiny white boots between my shoulder blades. She then lifts me off the mat as she pulls and twists my arms. My back is arched up as my arms are tortured. Again I scream in pain. “Oh god, it hurts!!! It hurts!!! OOOOOOOUUU!!!

The ref moves in, “How a bout it Champ, you ready to call it? You want to submit yet?” Gritting my teeth I answer “NO, NO I don’t want to submit!!” From here Bonnie moves to my legs. She grabs on of my boots and places it on her shoulder. With both her hands she cups them over my knee. As she does she pulls down as hard as she can.

She has me locked up as she pulls down on my knee, bending it the wrong way. “Oh god, my leg!! Not giving up!!! I’m not going to submit to you Bonnie.” After what seems like an hour, but is only a minute Bonnie switches legs. Repeating her hold on my knee she again pulls down on it. I again refuse to submit to her.

Angry at me for not submitting to her. Bonnie drops my leg to the mat. She very quickly moves in front of my and places her shiny white boots on the inside of my knees. She then begins to split my legs apart. Looking straight at me she tells me, “I’ve got you now George, you can’t escape this hold. You’re just about finished!! I’m going to take you title from you!! You’re going to submit to me!!!

Inch by inch Bonnie splits my legs apart. Farther and farther they split. I can barely stand the pain as she continues to split me. I don’t know what to do. One minute I’m grabbing at my manhood, the next I am holding my head as the throbbing pain continues to increase. I then fall over onto my back.

Finally I can stand no more. Bonnie has defeated me, as I cannot escape her hold. Stretched out on the mat on my back, my legs split wide apart I scream my surrender to her.

I GIVE UP!!!! I GIVE UP!!!!!

OH GOD BONNIE, YOU’VE GOT ME!!!

YOU’VE GOT ME!!!!

I’M DONE, I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE!!!

LET ME GO!!! OH PLEASE BONNIE, LET ME GO!!!

I SUBMIT!!! YOU WIN!!

YOU’VE BEATEN ME!!!!

I SUBMIT!! I SUBMIT!!!

My surrender ends my finial title defense. I’ve been defeated and have lost my title. I will never be Champion again.

Bonnie gets to her feet and raises her arms in the air. I remain on the mat with my legs spread apart covering my face with my hands. I can feel the tears running down my cheeks. Not so much from the pain, but more from the humiliation of losing the title.

I am in pain from my hips to my knees. I am unable to get to my feet. I can see my victorious opponent, Bonnie Williston as the ref wraps the World Title Belt around her waist. It takes several minutes for the ring staff to get to me. They help me get to my feet. I have trouble walking and they help me. With my arms around their shoulders they almost carry me back to my dressing room.

Once in my dressing room they lie me on the trainers table. I lie there still unable to move. Suddenly in she comes Bonnie Williston. “hay George, how are you doing? Heck of a match wasn’t it. I really put it to you, didn’t I. I really had you screaming. I ask her, “what do you want Bonnie, isn’t it enough that you beat me? Now you want to rub it in? you submitted me, isn’t that enough?”

I just wanted you to see me in my new title belt. Then she almost shouts, “WOW!!! Look at the size of that thing!!!! Did I do that to you? Man, that is a huge DEFEAT BONER. I didn’t know I beat you that bad!!!

“Please Bonnie, just go away. I can’t get out of my gear. It just hurts too much. She smiles and says, “Here let me help you!” Before I can say anything she unties my boots and pulls them off. She then grabs the waistband of my black pantyhose and begins to pull them down my legs. As she get to my thighs my DEFEAT BONER pops straight up. Oh wow, look at that thing. It’s even bigger with your pantyhose off!!! It may take a week for that to go down.”