Chapter 22: Now I Know What Else Can Go Wrong

Half an hour after I got stripped naked while winning a mud wrestling match, I asked myself what else could go wrong, when I drew my brother's raffle ticket, and he came up and leered at my naked body. About ten minutes later, I knew the answer. The eight surviving wrestlers had our names put into a hat, and two of us were drawn to wrestle first in the quarterfinals. The first name read was Janey Lewis, a Sig. The next name was mine. At least I didn't have to wrestle Macy. I hadn't recovered from my last match, and I was being sent right back into the mud, with a girl who didn't even need to wrestle, who simply undressed a crying Natalie Allen, in 29 seconds.

I climbed into the pit, and stood near Corner Number 3, wearing somebody else's suit. The high I'd felt after winning my match and which masked how sore I was -- had worn off. I was sore, and I was tired, and I wasn't ready to wrestle. I stood near the corner, expecting Janey to come charging at me, and try to clothesline me, or put her shoulder into my belly, or to try to jump into my chest. All of her sorority sisters had begun their matches that way, except for Janey, who only needed to walk up to a crying Natalie, and undo her bra.

Janey didn't disappoint. It was easy to simply step aside, turn, and watch her go face first into the mud. As she got up, I backed away, into the corner from which she came. She charged three more times, about every twenty seconds or so. I did nothing but step aside, watch Janey slide to a stop in the mud, and back into the corner from which she launched her charge. That bought me a little more rest, but I knew I couldn't keep doing that. Each time she missed me, the laughter got louder, and Janey looked angrier.

Her fifth charge came right at me. I hoped she didn't decide to guess which way I was going to dodge. Luckily for me, she didn't. This time, as I stepped aside, I shoved her, as hard as I could. That changed her direction a little, and she landed on her side rather than her face. She looked like I did in my last match, with mud all over her, while I looked like Marie, the only mud above my ankles was the little bit Janey splashed on me as she churned by.

Amazingly, she tried it again, running erect, with her arm out neck high. This time I lifted my leg and pointed my knee right at her belly. She ran straight into my knee, knocking me over on my back, but leaving her doubled up in the mud, groaning. It was faster to crawl over to her than it was to stand up. I came up behind her, grabbed her bottoms, and tugged them down, exposing her ass. She rolled her body, swinging her knees, catching my chest, and knocked me sideways onto my back, with her lower body perpendicular to mine. She had my chest and one arm pinned by her butt and legs. With my free hand, I grabbed the waistband of her panties in the front, and pushed them down as far I could. I felt Janey's hand pulling at my shoulder strap. I knew there was no way I could pull her bottoms off in the position she had me trapped, so I grabbed a handful of trimmed pubic hair. I yanked; she screamed, and rolled away from me. Her bottoms were down, just above her knees. Her best bet was probably to have taken them off herself, and ended the first round. She didn't do that; she tried to stand up, and while she was trying to get her feet under herself, I got behind her and undid her bra, pulling it off one arm, and I rolled her enough to get the bra off of her other arm.

"First round to Ms. Hunt, in three minutes, six seconds." It felt good to wrestle well, but I was a lot more tired than 3:06 should have made me.

The minute between rounds passed far too quickly. It only lasted for sixty seconds. Janey's bottoms were down to just above her knees. She was not allowed to pull them up. She probably should have pulled them off, but if she did, I could defeat her this round. She probably hoped she might get lucky, or I'd make a mistake, and lose a garment. My bra had been damaged in the first round. It was loose, and my right boob was showing. She didn't get lucky. At the call "wrestle," I pulled on the elbow I was holding, pushed down on her back, and she went flat into the mud. I crawled back a couple of feet, and yanked her bottoms off of her. It only took ten seconds, and I got another sixty second rest.