Chapter 55: W.W.F. (Wack Wrestling Fiasco)

For the March event Sara was adamant we do a hot oil wrestling event. One of Sara's new coworkers and Bonnie Bondage's significant other was a former competitive wrestler. We let her be the referee and compete in the main event. We even put her on the flier.

Sara was also on the wrestling team in high school, but I don't think she actually ever wrestled anyone.

Sara purchased a blow-up kids pool and an industrial size package of KY Oil. We put wrestling mats down on the floor and then the pool on top. Then we filled the pool with the KY Oil.

This was the first time anyone did anything like this at the venue and no one really knew what to expect.

No one was really prepared for how messy it was. No one brought their own towels. Performers were slipping and falling while getting out of the pool. The floor became slippery, and guests were falling as well.

Bonnie Bondage was dating a woman who had been a competitive wrestler for many years. Her name was Little Stuff.

Little Stuff refereed the earlier matches and then agreed to feature in the final round, our main event.

By now we had many regulars who always came to our parties. We also had regular performers. The audience enjoyed cheering for their favorite Safehaven Ladies and Anarchy girls as they faced off. It is always more exciting to watch people you know wrestle in oil.

We had several entertaining matches, but the main event was the best. Originally Sara had managed to arrange for another competitive female wrestler to come wrestle Little Stuff by surprise.

Sara had reached out to the wrestling women we met at Adult con. One of them who was really sexy but also really muscular and scary agreed to wrestle Little Stuff. We still let Little Stuff think she was wrestling an amateur.

Sadly, our sexy surprise wrestler flaked on us last minute. She claimed to have car trouble.

Kitty Clit agreed to wrestle Little Stuff. We tried to make a big deal presenting the main event. We turned down the lights, and the DJ even did his best “Let’s get ready to Rumble!”

As the match started it became pretty obvious Kitty was clearly out matched. Kitty was already pinned pretty quickly.

Some of the other girls who had wrestled earlier decided they were going to jump in and help Kitty. It was like our very own Anarchy Battle Royal. Sexy women were climbing onto the stage in heels like it was WWE. Throwing dildos and jumping off BDSM furniture. One of the shortest women jumped onto Little Stuff's back. Another yanked at her ankles.

Not one bit of it was planned. Sara and Bonnie even ended up in the pool.

The two of them briefly wrestled and there was clearly some kind of underlying sexual tension. They will both hate me for writing that.

The wrestling was a big hit but the logistics behind making it happen was a nightmare.

Once again, the bar tender did not show up, and I was forced to bar tend. Truth be told I barely even saw the wrestling.

I started to realize that Leo was a functional alcoholic. He was constantly drinking while we worked at the mullet. He always had a new six pack when he showed up in the morning. It was easily gone before 10am. He never drank while he was working security though.

When he worked security, he pressured me to drink. It was like he was living his addiction through me while at work. Anytime I worked the bar he bought me a few drinks.

At the end of the wrestling party, I was a little buzzed, tired and just wanted to go home.

Sara and Mistress Azule were not sure what to do with the pool full of oil. There is a huge dumpster at the end of the parking lot, and they eventually told me to go dump the pool there.

I pick up this giant pool and carry it across the parking lot. Unfortunately, the pool drips a bit of oil and leaves a small trail across the parking lot. I managed to put the pool in the dumpster, but I got my only nice shirt covered in oil in the process.

Karen the dungeon handy woman would not shut up about the trail of oil in the parking lot. It evaporated but there was still a slight discoloration on the ground you could see going all the way to the dumpster.

Basically, everyone blamed everything on me. I had very little to do with the wrestling. None of it was my idea. I stepped in and bar tended for free the whole night. Then they made me carry the pool out to the dumpster because I was the only man left in the building at 3am. None of this was my plan. I just did what they told me to do.

Eventually I had to come back with a pressure washer from my work and pressure wash the ground. For years I still had to listen to them complain about it. Karen swore she could still see the oil trail.

What made matters worse was Mistress Azule had apparently gone and complained to Leo about it knowing him and I were close.

Then Leo not knowing the full story, felt he needed to give me some heart-to-heart mentors talk about it like I am a child who made a mess. It was ridiculous.

Chapter 55: Shattered Hearts and Dreams