Daxia meets the Women’s Wrestling Club

“You can call me Dash,” Daxia told the group. Monica had just introduced her to the women’s wrestling club and it felt a little daunting introducing herself to an entire team of strangers. Thankfully, she was used to promoting herself and her product so just looked at this as another form of sales.

The class was not like what she had trained in for martial arts. Those classes were disciplined. You addressed the master with respect and everyone fell in line and followed instructions without questions. Here, it was like a public classroom, with the chattering and general casualness of the group. She hoped things would become more orderly once the lessons actually began.

Her new clubmates were a motley crew of all the extremes. The redhead and dark haired girls were so small and fragile looking while the two brunettes appeared more built for sports. The tall blonde was an eye-drawing figure who could also fit in on a sports team if she didn’t want to fit in on a model shoot. They greeted her pleasantly enough, each one talking over the other. It didn’t feel like there was any tension among the group which was a relief. They actually looked like they all got along very well. Everyone save the stout brunette were easy to smile and fool around. There was giggling amongst them as they prattered on, giving one another knowing looks which Daxia could only surmise was a shared in-joke. She hoped it wasn’t about her.

Monica set them onto drills to start off. Fundamental amateur wrestling which Daxia was learning for the first time. They each took turns with a partner in the center of the mat in a standard amateur wrestling position of one girl on all fours with the other on top. The one on the bottom was to escape while the one on top had to work her into a pinned position.

When it was her turn, Daxia was partnered with Jennifer, the petite redhead. She was shy and light with her grip which made Daxia wonder why she was even doing wrestling to begin with. After escaping her hold with ease, Daxia remarked to her. “You don’t have to hold back on my account!”

“O… OK…” Jen replied, blushing up red. Daxia worried she had insulted her and felt a little bad until she was met with a brick wall on top of her!

The little demon really was holding back on her! She tried to move out from under her from the side but Jen floated over and braced herself to keep Daxia down. Dash wasn’t a large person, but she had the height advantage over the strawberry blonde, so she used this to try and power her way up, but Jen used the shift in balance to roll Daxia onto her back. Daxia continued the roll and used the momentum to land on her feet. Jen looked at the acrobatic display with awe, leaving her wide open to be spun off her opponent from Daxia’s Wing Chun technique. It caused Jen to somersault forwards and land on her butt. She turned to look at Daxia with surprise.

The others murmured among themselves, clearly impressed by the maneuver.

“That’s not conventional, but not exactly against the rules…” Monica analyzed before signalling for the next pair to step in.

They went through everyone and then split off into pairs to work on their technique. Daxia was paired up with the stocky brunette, Brenda. She was not like the others who seemed to take this session lightly. Her eyes were always in competitive mode. Her movements were explosive, catching the Asian girl off guard the first time. She never expected someone of Brenda’s build to move so fast! After a few rounds, she managed to hold off the wrestler for a few seconds but was still getting pinned frequently.

Next, Daxia got paired with the tall blonde, Sonya. While her stature was imposing, she was nowhere near as oppressive as Brenda was. She was able to dominate through her size, but lacked the skills to hold her position which allowed Daxia the openings to escape and reverse. It was becoming clear that this group had a disparate level of skills. Normally, a class would be separated by skill levels but with only six of them, she guessed there was only so much matching that could be done. Tina told her that the club was new, so perhaps with time, the lower levels would be elevated to a more even ground against their betters.

A couple of hours later, it was over. Daxia could feel the mood shift once the practice ended. By now, it was going into late evening and everyone had just gone through some grueling exercises. They all should have been ready to go home and fall into bed, but there was a buzz of anticipation for what was coming next.

Everyone hit the showers after the exhausting exercise. Daxia peeled off the body hugging unitard they all wore and felt the layer of sweat that had filled the space between her skin and the fabric. She was more than ready to hit the showers! She could feel eyes on her when she stripped down. It was expected since the club was basically lesbian. She felt like an outsider invading an alien territory, joining these ladies in the shower. She paid them no mind as she washed up and dried off. They would be seeing more of each other with the after-club.

Since there were only six of them, there were enough showers to go around and everyone was washing at the same time. The girls continued to chatter and joke, seemingly taking their time soaking in the warm water.

By the time Daxia as done and back in the locker room, towel wrapped around her body, Brenda was the only one there. She was already fully dressed, bag strapped around her shoulder, ready to leave.

“Oh, you’re not staying?” she asked the stout brunette.

“What for?” she responded, genuinely not knowing.

Daxia glanced at the others who had filed out behind her. They were suddenly quiet and watching.