Writers would later call it the most devastating defeat in history. My name is London Marshall I am 34 yrs old. I was the WORLD WRESTLING CHAMPION for over 6 yrs. I won it when I was just 28 yrs old. The reason I'm lying on my back by the corner is I've just lost it. I am no longer the World Wrestling champion.

No one cheated, or stole the title. I was beaten fair and square. That's her, the new Champion. She's just buckled on the World Title Belt. What I use to think of as "My Belt".

It started just like any other night. In my dressing room I stripped off my street cloths. Grabbing my gear bag pull out a shiny black wet look jockstrap. Next I wiggle into shiny black sheer to the waist pantyhose. I lace up very shiny black wrestling boots. I follow all that with the World title belt.

We are now both in the ring. I look across at my opponent. Wow and holly mackerel, she is gorgeous. The announcer has just introduced her. OMG !!! she is only 24 yrs old. Her name is Yvette la Grange!!! She has a fantastic record of 32 wins and only two losses. She is all in white. Shiny white skin tight leotard white pantyhose and shiny white boots.

Then I am introduced and the crowd goes wild, I am a huge fan favorite. I wave and quickly blow my wife a kiss as she sits in her ringside seat. In the seconds before the bell I quickly pull up my pantyhose. BONG!!! The match begins, Yvette exits her corner and prances across the ring like a ballerina.

ONE - TWO-THREE leaps, then wham!!! Just as she gets close to me she leaps in the air and the toe of her shiny white boot hits me just under the point of `my chin. That's it, my defiance of the title is over. I drop to my knees then fall face first to the mat. I am very badly dazed and only just barely conscious. I could not have beaten the ten count, in truth I could not have beaten a hundred count.

Thru dazed eyes, I can see my wife, her hands to her face crying. The fans are stunned by what has just happened. The worst is still to come. Yvette is on me almost instantly. She drops onto my back and very quickly gets me in a CAMEL CLUTCH. Oh dear god the pressure she was putting on me. Both my neck and my spine were screaming in pain. It's hard to describe the amount of pain this holds causes. It's like being hung.

The seconds tick by so slowly when you are trapped in a hold like this. After struggling for several minutes my boot finally finds the bottom rope. Yvette slowly releases the hold. As a parting gesture she stomps as hard as she can on my lower back. I grab at the ropes to help me stand. I am not sure if I could have done it with out them.

Like a fright train she slams into me. I am driven back very hard against the turnbuckles. The air rushes out of my lungs as I hit the buckles. Showing no mercy for me she again slams her shoulder into my mid-section.

I hate to admit it but this young woman is beginning to scare me. 5 minutes into the match and I am nearly exhausted, I am also hurting. Oh no hear she come again, what is she going to do to me now.

I only have a very few seconds before I have the answer. She makes sure that my arms are tightly hooked over the top rope, I'm now completely immobile. Her first punch lands with a crash on my jaw. My hear twists half way around. My eyes close and my head drops forward onto my chest.

For several seconds I slip into unconsciousness. Yes, that's correct, technically Yvette has knocked me out. But by hanging in the ropes the ref did not notice. As me eyes begin to flutter open Yvette sends a punch slamming into my lower abdomen. It lands only an inch above the waistbands of both my pantyhose and my jockstrap.

Then suddenly `there is a flurry of hard punches they land all over my body, including strikes well below the belt line. Finally the ref moves in and backs he off me. She then unhooks my arms and I drop the mat in a heap.

Yvette takes advantage of my inability to fight her off. She grabs my by my shiny black boots and pull me to the middle of the ring. There she quickly begins to work over my legs. First one then the other. Holding tightly to one of my boots, I suddenly know what she plains to do to me.

I scream in terror, "NO-NO!!!! don't do this to me!!!! Please I'm begging you!!! Don't do it" It's too late now. She has slowly started to apply the finishing hold to my career. There is no doubt that she is going to submit me!!! Again I scream for mercy, "NO-NO, please don't do it!!!" Too late, she has it locked on me. I am all but finished.

Yvette now has me locked into a FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK. Right now two things are going on at once. First I'm screaming in pain and two I am twisting and turning trying to escape. I can see my entire career flash before my eyes. The pain is indescribable and has me screaming. "My legs, oh god my legs!!!! She's going to break my legs!!! Help me, someone please help me!!! There is one to help me. I am being beaten by my young opponent. She is going to strip me of my title.

Finally, I've had enough. All that is left is for me to surrender to Yvette.

"No more!!! No more!!!

Please Yvette, no more!!!

You win, you've beaten me!!!!

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

Let me go!!!! Please let me go!!!!

I submit to you!!!

I submit Yvette

I Submit!!! I submit!!!!

After a few more seconds, Yvette lets the now former champion go. London drops to the mat on his back. The welts and bruises are beginning to show all over his body. One other thing is also showing very clearly, that is his enormous DEFEAT BONER.

Perhaps the saddest thing is s that London was only inches away from the ropes and freedom. We will never know what might have happened if he had gotten free.

After several minutes, the med staff arrives to help the former champion. As they work over the beaten male wrestler. The new Champion has buckled on the World Title Belt.

The winner of the match,

By Figure Four, Submission

And now the new WORLD WRESTLING CHAMPION.

Yvette La Grange!!!

The new Champion raises her arms in victory. The shiny gold Title belt sparkling around her waist. All the wile her battered and beaten male opponent lies on the mat in defeat. The medics finally get London Marshall to his feet. He limps slowly back to his corner.

Yvette La Grange walks over to him and extends her hand. London looks up and sees her standing wearing "His title belt" It takes a few seconds for him to realize what has just happened. He slow takes her hand, "You beat me, didn't you? You're the one that took my title." Dazed the medics get him out of the ring and back to his dressing room.

They leave the now former champion London Marshall stretched out on the table. His defeat is obvious form the huge BONER he has in his shiny black jockstrap. The door opens and the new champion walks in.

London is glad to see someone any one. He asks her "Hello, do I know you?" The new champion is stunned by that question. She answers Why yes London, you know me!!" Still dazed and confused he asks her how he knows her. "Well London, we've wrestled each other."

He looks up at her, "Now I remember you beat me didn't you? Are you the one that took my title away? Now holding the beaten former champions hand she answers, "Yes, London I am!! I am the one that defeated you and took the title from you."

That becomes the beginning of their relationship that will last for the next 40 years.