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Tonight’s guest is writer, Kelly Stone Gamble. Kelly has visited before, and she is easily the most popular guest I’ve had on the blog. Please enjoy a re-play of Kelly’s Playing Dirty post. For more about Kelly, click on here to visit her website.
I’ve always been open to new experiences and the stranger the better. I’ve swam with sharks. I’ve been slammed in a mosh pit. I’ve performed in a pickle costume. It’s fun to say, “oh, yeah, I’ve done that,” and I say that a lot. But I’ve yet to be asked if I ever mud wrestled, so I’ll just answer that for you right now. Oh, yeah, I’ve done that, too.
Twenty years ago, I worked as a Nurse in Tulsa, Oklahoma. My good friend, Sue (name changed to protect the innocent) was a Physical Therapist. That was her day job. On the weekends, she mud wrestled at a local bar dressed as a medieval princess. One night, her designated opponent had called in sick, and she asked if I would step in.
Female mud wrestling was not new to me. In my early twenties, one of my roommates mud wrestled for extra money. Twice a week, she would put on her French maid costume and prance around a mud filled ring, then strip down to a skimpy bikini and roll around with another girl to the delight of a bar full of men. A bar full of men with a lot of money, I might add, as she would bring home more in her two hours than I brought home all week.
I had my reservations. It wasn’t the rolling around in the mud, or the googling eyes of horny men that bothered me. It was the bikini. Although I was in one of my ‘thin’ stages at the time, I had never worn a two piece bathing suit. Call me a prude. But after being told I would be paid one hundred dollars for a five minute bout and a promise that I could wear a low cut, side out onsie, I said sure, why not? Always willing to help out a friend.
I met most of the other wrestlers in the dressing room, very normal young ladies, most with respectable day jobs. They went over the rules with me, keep it safe, no ripping off bathing suits (it was a high class bar) and make it a show. It was all very…nun-like, and I use that particular word for a reason. Yes, after putting on the costume I was to wear for the evening, I would soon be making my mud wrestling debut as Sister Sludge, the One Fun Nun.
The plan was to wrestle for five minutes, then to let Sue pin me for the win. She would then move on to the next round and my work would be done. But as the crowd cheered, my competitive nature kicked in and I got serious. “What are you doing?” she whispered to me as we rolled in the muck. “You don’t want to win.” Oh, yes I did. I slammed her a little too hard and crawled on top. Nuns rule.
After taking my celebratory hosing down, I went back to the ring, ready to take on the cute little daycare worker I’d met backstage. But it wasn’t her that showed up. It was the Cave Woman. And not sweet little Ayla from Clan of the Cave Bear. It was Andre the Giant in drag.
I turned to Sue who was standing in my corner. “What the hell? She wasn’t in the dressing room!”
“No,” Sue replied. “She has her own dressing room.”
I reminded myself that this was a show and there were rules. Confidently, I turned back toward my opponent, just in time to be hit in the face with a mud ball the size of a small dog. “Start prayin’, Sister,” she snarled. And, that I did.
The Neanderthal picked me up and twirled me above her head like a baton, then threw me to the ground and stomped me with her size 13’s. I rolled to the side of the ring as she grunted through bared teeth, and lumbered toward me with her arms raised high, exposing underarm hair that would shame a Sasquatch. I was trembling, I feared for my life, and raised my hands to cover my face. And that’s when I noticed.
I had broken a nail.
This bitch was going down.
I remembered my Dad always said that everyone has a weakness. I went first for the testicles. The Wookie was not pleased. She picked me up and wrapped me in a bear hug. I had no choice but to hug back. Then I remembered another bit of fatherly advice: Cheaters sometimes win. I quickly untied her bikini top and held on to the strings. She slung me to the other side of the ring, but this time I was the one that came up laughing.
That match was quickly called, and I was forever banned from the mud wrestling ring for ‘breaking the nudity rule’. Whatever. I had two hundred bucks in my pocket and an undefeated record.
Until the next time…I’ll be searching for our next guest blogger!