Pam Ward vs The California Angel

Excerpted from Met Histories Vol.III (The 80s)

by Belial

Putting together the proposed Pam Ward/Renee Vicary bout would prove to be as herculean a task for the Metropolitan as the fight itself was for the contestants. Both women were adamant that the results of any legitimate contest between them could not be made public for obvious reasons: as entertainers, they relied upon a healthy suspension of disbelief from their audiences. Although remuneration for both was extensive, including travel, expenses, appearance fee and victory bonus, both women were conscious of the need to retain a certain professional reputation outside the confines of the club. Discretion was assured, but this would not be the last of many objections; negotiations would drag on for three months, with both women seeking the high ground before any fighting could take place.

Renee campaigned hard for body punching. It was felt that she could easily stampede Pam into defeat with the addition of body work, and many on the Met committee wanted to allow the tactics for aesthetic reasons. But Ward lobbied successfully, and in person, against the use of fists, while Renee's long-distance entreaties over the phone lacked persuasive force. In effect, the first fall had gone to Pam, who would reap the benefit of face to face discussion with Met officials and use it to her repeated advantage in the weeks leading up to the match.

Ward won further concessions: the best of 5 instead of best of 3 format; submissions as well as pins; exclusion of a long list of techniques thought to favour the bigger Vicary. Throughout the negotiation phase, Pam would exhibit a keener understanding of Metropolitan Club tastes and politics. She correctly discerned who the decision makers were and what they wanted to see, and shaped opinion with subtle diplomacy while Vicary, frustrated by distance, grew increasingly petulant in her demands. In the end, Ward would concede money in return for actual advantages on the carpet, and by the time Vicary arrived on site, she found herself entering, if not hostile territory, decidedly pro-Pam territory after weeks of Ward's clever bridge-building. Pam had laid the ground work, set the stage ­ it remained to be seen whether or not she could execute against the still-favoured Renee.

The fight was to take place in the parlour ­ a Met Club reception area reminiscent of the grand Hotel lobbies of the Gilded age. In the center of a cozy, carpeted room, sat a large, circular seating area, plushly cushioned in maroon velvet and rising from the floor in two tiers. Ringing the seat in sections stood a curved table surface, perhaps a foot wide, with spaces to allow access to the sitting area. Seen from above, the arrangement appeared to be a large disk with a raised center plateau, surrounded in broken segments by a wooden circle. Imaginative women had been using the terrain of this room for a quarter of a century, and it was a favorite testing ground for many members. Ward had selected the parlour herself after a tour of the premises ­ Vicary had had no real input.

Metclub handicappers summed up the battle as follows: the Angel was stronger, perhaps scrappier. Certainly she seemed the more overtly confident coming in, telling club members that Pam had been dreading this confrontation for years, despite its seeming inevitability. Although respectful of Pam as an industry professional, Vicary felt with some justification that Ward was 'all tape', meaning video tape, and that resistance would melt once bodies got together.

Pam was seen as perhaps more skillful, although club members had no illusions as to the technical abilities of these women. Still, Ward was an innovator, able to think on the ground, and a capable room general. The money involved ­ approximately a year's salary to the winner ­ guaranteed a more spirited contest than either had shown previously, and in intense competition, Ward's superior fitness was thought to be an important advantage. The fight would turn on Pam's ability to blunt Renee's brute force, and vice versa, Renee's ability to impose her will. Motivated by professional pride, the largest purse ever awarded amateur contestants to that time, and a healthy curiosity about the outcome, a fiercely competitive outing was anticipated by all.

With black-tie spectators congregating at the wet bar, Pam and Renee strutted unselfconsciously onto carpet, both paying more attention to the room than each other. Pam wore a peach bandeau bikini with faux torn-edge bottoms and short tousled hair, while Renee countered in a sturdy pink string bikini, shoulder length brassy blonde curls. With a signal from the bar, the combatants squared up ­ Renee flicking hair behind her ears as she stooped forward, Pam stepping to her left, elbows in.

First Fall

Pam lured Renee into open carpet with lateral movement, feinting, backing away, making the big girl move her feet. After several aborted attempts to grapple, Renee crossed her arms and nodded for Pam to indulge her shoulder to shoulder ­ to the surprise of many, Ward obliged. The girls came together with arms braced against bodies, faces clenched, ramming each other with concussive force and it was Pam Ward jiggling backwards after every butting contact. Vicary crowed in this moment of small triumph, bodying up and rocking Ward off balance time and again as backsides and thighs trembled upon spanking impact. Pam came away flushed, perhaps intimidated even as Renee's confidence soared. With Pam's back only a couple of feet away from a corner, The California Angel dove in to take her girl down at the waist.

Frenzied struggle gave way to a control posture from Vicary as she caught Pam on all fours, tied her up around her head and right arm and immediately slowed the action. Pam on her knees tried to bull forward ­ Vicary extending her legs behind her, keeping her chest and weight on Ward, gave no ground, and soon the bigger blonde had the smaller twisted awkwardly to carpet. The game became one of Renee attempting to bull Pam over onto her back while Ward writhed and attempted to keep chest down. Renee sprawled atop Pam with her thick waist and cuddly midriff doing most of the work, but Ward would not be locked down by simple weight. Vicary attacked from the side, using a cross face on Pam and succeeding in levering Ward over whenever the left arm could be slid all the way underneath to link up with the right hand at Pam's brawny shoulder. But Vicary was having trouble flattening Ward ­ Pam continually squirmed underneath the weight of the big girl's torso, rolling her way back to tummy, forcing Renee to regroup, dig in and continue to work. If it were Pam's strategy to make this a battle of attrition, it was working.

Vicary adjusted. She struggled to prop Pam up in a seated position against the wall and advanced on the smaller girl with a front head lock from her knees, pressing Ward's face into the meat of the Angel's gigantic breasts. Vicary's confident smile returned as Pam suffered in fleshy confines, pressing against the pudge of Renee's belly, wrapping up around the Angel's sensuous hips, or listlessly hooking either rounded thigh in an impressive display of arm versus leg muscle as Vicary kept the pressure on. Angel used her mass as a weapon in these moments, and her hands clamped tightly around the base of Pam's neck, threatening sleeper constriction as Ward shifted to relieve the strain. Pam's breath came in muted whimpers: Renee kept pouring on the punishment.

Vicary was in no hurry. She would occasionally clamp up one of Pam's arms in her headlock, pressing the flesh forward and leaving Ward one-handed to probe and push ineffectually. She would cross her arms at her belly and lean her forearms hard against Pam's chest and face. Renee would sit back on her haunches as Ward gasped for fresh air in moments of respite for both women. Pam with eyes fluttering shut, face glossy with sweat, legs out wide, hands in her lap, seemed helpless. Renee sat prettily, staring at her foe, flicking her hair behind her ears, then rising up on her knees to keep the weight on. Minute after groggy minute ground on, with Vicary happy to punish without victory, Ward resisting without hope of reversal.

Eventually, the grinning Angel got up off her foe, put a fist into the damp mop of Ward's hair and pulled the girl to her feet. Wrapping up Pam's right arm, Angel pressed her shoulder into Pam's chest, continuing to crush her against the wall as Ward's chin lolled onto Vicary's upperback. Angel's legs and body kept Pam pinned and hurting, and she would change up the grind at casual intervals. A side headlock doubled Pam over ­ Angel putting her hip into the blonde and pressing her wetly to the wall. Vicary cinched up the right leg and resumed her shoulder press into Pam ­ Ward groaning, clinching lightly around her buxom foe, just soaking up the punishment with stubborn defiance. Finally, Vicary walked Pam off the wall back into open carpet with the side headlock, and twisted the blonde's back to the floor. Ward's tired legs began to pump and stamp in protest as Angel put her back onto the opponent and sunk in the cradle.

Pam groaned under pressure as Angle brought one beefy leg up and clamped down on the damp blonde head. It was Vicary's finest moment ­ dominating Ward the way she had always imagined, and she tossed her glistening gold mane in triumph. Breath hissed from Ward's tightly pressed lips ­ Angel would not roll her up for the pin, she wanted the submission. The battle of wills was on.

Ward's hands crept meekly under Angel's chin or pushed against her ribs, desperate for any meaningful purchase. Vicary rocked, crowed in exultation and gritted her teeth as she fought

against Ward's bodily efforts to press her way out of the hold. But Pam refused to surrender. As Angel's dense shoulders began to ache and her thick biceps began to tremble under the strain of keeping Ward tied up, Vicary arched back and put Pam's shoulders to the mat. The three count was Vicary's, but it had been a long, expensive conquest. Renee sat up, breathing hard through her mouth. Behind her, on her back, Pam lay hurting with hands over her head, knees up as she sobbed for air. Angel luxuriously turned to her knees, pressing needlessly up off Pam's ribcage to snap her bikini bottoms back in place and stare down at her trembling rival. "That's one," said Renee, just to let Pam know.

Second Fall

After a moment to drink water side by side at the bar, each stealing glances at the other in the large mirror opposite, the women stalked back out to the carpet to resume their struggle. Angel continued to breath hard from the effort of pinning Pam in the first, and Ward HAD been successfully broken down, but Pam's legs looked fresh as she once again opened with lateral movement and low feints to keep the big girl off balance.

The positioning period ended when Pam lightly cupped Angel's face with a decoy right, then shot for a leg, taking Vicary to her backside and immediately straddling the big girl's hips. Pam locked up behind Angel's head and left arm, sitting back down into Vicary's lap to double the blonde forward, and it was Vicary's turn to suffer as Pam bared her teeth and pulled at her foe with all the might in her tanned shoulders and biceps. Ward soon abandoned the hold to press Angel to her back, chesting up on Vicary's face, and hooking up Renee's arms for a pin attempt. Vicary scissored Pam's leg to negate the pin, but Ward was in control, giving something back after the one-sided first had gone Angel's way.

Vicary was able after several attempts to de-stabilize Pam, and instead of holding a precarious position, Ward simply pushed up and rolled away to begin again on her feet. Angel was once again cast in the role of pursuer, stomping and jiggling after Pam, but unable to corral the nubile blonde. Shooting in on Renee's legs and waist, Pam scored several take downs, consolidating on the floor with the arm and head lock up, putting some mileage on Vicary's body with legscissors, and constantly forcing the big woman to power her way out of one sultry trap after another. When Pam got Renee on her stomach, scissoring up the left leg, wrapping up the right leg in one arm and stabilizing with the left hand against Renee's thick buttock, Pam's intentions became clear: she was forcing Vicary to spend up energy in one restraining action after another. This hold did nothing but frustrate and embarrass Renee into further expenditure ­ she raged and writhed on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, grimacing at the effort it took to free her powerful limbs from Pam's clutches.

But Ward was fighting a fight that required exquisite judgement and couldn't afford any mistakes. Out of the standing position, Angel finally caught Pam up under the arms in a chest to chest bear hug and the tables were turned. Ward's face pinched in pain as Vicary cinched up, bared her teeth and let Pam have it. Ward's cries filled a room that had only heard whispered grunts or sharp exhalations up to that point. She held her right hand up listlessly, signalling non-submission, as her head lolled. It was to be only the beginning.

An experienced bearhugger, Angel released Pam, but didn't let her get far. As Ward stumbled away with a look of shock and drowsy hurt on her face, Vicary stepped with her, hands lightly on Pam's hips from behind until her arms felt ready for another embrace. Again, Ward sobbed aloud when Renee attacked up under the breasts, Pam's eyes shut tight as her beefy arms draped uselessly across Angel's gripping biceps. Vicary responded by cinching up around Pam's right arm as well, grinning as Ward flailed helplessly with the left. The action staggered to the bar. Angel released her foe and pressed her back against the brass rail. Had body punching been allowed, she would surely have savaged Pam in these moments, but instead, Angel bent her knees and really hoisted up underneath Pam's ribcage, lifting the girl up off her feet and causing her to gasp piteously while pushing down on the thick muscle of Renee's shoulders. Angel pumped and dumped the glassy-eyed blonde onto the bar, then tugged her forward by her bandeau top, ragdolling Ward pathetically to all fours. Vicary preened, gathering her strength, working slowly, methodically as she walked around and took a look at Pam's back.

Angel came at Pam from behind, driving her to carpet with a gut wrench smoothed into another agonizing hug, and Vicary lay heavy, front to back on Pam as the girls shuddered on their sides. Ward's composure was broken, tears streamed freely down her cheeks as she lay on her side, hands useless against the carpet, hoping against hope that her body could defeat Angel's arms. Renee gave until it hurt, then rolled away, glancing back at Pam for signs of life and getting slowly to her feet as Pam lay motionless on her side. Reaching down to the sweatlogged locks, Angel drew Pam painfully to her feet and controlled her with a side headlock, calmly walking the blonde over to the circular table surface.

Angel sat upon the low table and drew Pam in, crushing her about the hips while resting her cheek against Pam's breasts. Pam moaned, head lolling sleepily as she probed Angel's shoulders with weak fingers, took tired handfuls of Vicary's soaking golden hair, and stood to take the punishment. "Give." Angel commanded, the words coming out muffled by the distortion of her face against Pam's body. Ward sobbed in defiance, unable to form a word in her haze. Upon release, Pam spilled onto the carpet and rolled picturesquely to her back. Angel stared down, breathing hard, then slid off the table to take a seat on Pam's stomach.

Ward rolled in agonized weakness onto her left shoulder ­ Angel patiently wrestled her shoulder back and shunted her chest forward onto Pam's face. Ward continued to shoulder-roll, back and forth ­ Vicary beat down the resistance with sheer weight and persistence, finally hooking both of Pam's arms and crushing her flat to carpet as the blonde's legs worked reflexively to no purpose. Angel heard the three count and lay atop Pam for a moment, too exhausted to move. Only when Ward shoved in outrage at Vicary's hip did the big woman make an effort to push her way off, subjecting Pam to an inordinately lengthy withdrawal.

Third Fall

No sooner had Renee put her water glass down at the bar, than Pam snaked in a headlock from the side as onlookers scrambled to make space. Although cheap and unsportsmanlike, there was no rule against such an attack and Pam instantly took charge. She also uptempo'd, pumping Vicary's head up and down and bullying her over to the treacherous seating area. Keeping Angel off balance, Pam was able to jam the bewildered blonde to a seat, then trap her by sitting on the table opposite, hemming Vicary in with knees on either side of her. Renee's curvy arms lay upon Pam's thighs as blonde went to work on blonde with a vengeance.

It began as a series of front headlocks, Pam using her raised position to press her chest to Angel's face, trapping one or the other of Angel's arms as the big blonde squealed in protest. But Ward was savage and systematic. The front smothers gave way to hand smothering as she held Vicary's head in tight and palmed the blonde's nose and mouth. Unable to use her weight, Angel had no leverage in resistance. She pushed in vain with her forearms at Pam's thick belly, or more often than not simply reached around Pam's hips and backside, arms pudging out against Pam's thighs as Ward punished and bullied her foe up top. Vicary sputtered and mewled as Pam worked her over, and the drubbing proceeded to worsen.

Pam joined Angel on the seat, straddling Vicary's lap on her knees and pressing her upperbody against Renee's beleagured chest and face. Vicary's struggles grew ragged: the smothering was devastating her and the added weight was using up all her reserves. Pam fought on with energy and unguessed cruelty, lips peeled back to reveal clenched teeth as she fought down Angel's arms, clinched and re-clinched her head, pulled hair, choked and squeezed without mercy. With Vicary sobbing, defenceless, Pam stood and took a seat BEHIND the big girl, atop the plateau, which placed her crotch at a perfect position for a head scissor. A tired moan escaped Renee's lips as Pam clamped home two of the strongest legs in wrestling.

Pam gloried in Vicary's helplessness. She held Renee's hands up and out to either side, crushing the fingers white while her thighs did the same to the Angel's face. Golden hair bowed out from Pam's quivering legs and Vicary's torment was one of the exquisite moments of suffering ever produced by this particular hold. "I GNNIVE!" Angel choked, without being prompted. Pam rode hard for an extra second or two before releasing her hold, and flashed that famous grin as spontaneous applause ripped the room. Pam had done what Angel could not: force a submission. The tide, it appeared, had turned.

Fourth Fall

Angel was spent. Chest to chest, Pam reached up under the big girl's arms and bodied Renee back to the seating area, dishing out more of the same punishment as Renee could mount no effective resistance. They brawled in and atop the seats, they brawled with Pam's butt on the table or Pam straddling right on top of Vicary. Angel could at best hug up from underneath, trying to find the strength to put Pam on the defensive, but it was Ward the aggressor, Ward on top, and Ward dictating the pace. It was all happening so fast for Angel. She no sooner extricated herself from one punishing predicament, than Pam immediately came at her with another. It was psychologically demoralizing, physically exhausting, for the California Angel.

Somehow, Pam got Angel laid out on the narrow table top and from a standing position on the floor, bent down, coming in over Angel's face to pin her chest to chest, with Pam's happy face resting triumphantly upon Angel's quivering belly. Ward was able to reach underneath both girl and table to enforce the pin, drawing whines of outrage from the trapped Renee. With the inventive three count, Pam stood, smiling down, and primping as Angel lay shocked in sudden defeat. It had been the quickest and most chaotic of the falls thus far.

Fifth Fall

Despite the shock and embarassment of being pinned, Angel had spent less energy than she otherwise might have and came out relatively fresh for the fifth. Battle was enjoined on the carpet, away from the seating structure that had proven so disasterous for Renee. If Vicary were to lose, she would lose on ground of own choosing.

Ward's morale was sky high. She knew she had softened Vicary up terribly and she no longer shied away from head on contact. The girls bulled and bodied up, taking turns forcing one another back either on foot or on their knees. Harkening back to their mud-maiden pedigrees the women simply tried to overpower one another with splashy full body embraces, happy simply to pancake the other to carpet and start the process all over again. But as the action slowed to a mindless crawl, as more and more often the girls paused in their mayhem, lying side by side, gulping for breath and reaching for one another with limp limbs, Pam Ward began to dismantle the California Angel with distinct, recognizable technique.

Pam took control on her side with a leg split behind Renee, using her arms to pull back on the left leg, her legs to scissor up Vicary's right. Angel was stupified, arching back in impotent rage as Pam pulled at her, reclining on Ward without a clue as to how to escape the torment. Ward was mopping up, timing the duration of the hold on instinct, feeling through her pores when Angel had dropped to a new low, then moving on.

A series of grueling sleeper chokes and scissors followed ­ Pam riding Angel all across the carpet ­ Angel fighting her way clear of one hold only to be bogged down in the next. The glistening brawn of legs and shoulders was never better expressed and the punishment suffered by Renee Vicary in these long moments left all assembled in awe. All that Renee had done with her arms against Pam's body, she got back double from Pam's legs in these sequences, and both women knew it. Vicary would not submit, but her defiance cost her all hope of victory. Struggling against Pam's limbs had left the California Angel open, and vulnerable. Ward's face glowed with the healthy gleam of sweat, exertion and victory. Lying atop the Angel's side, Pam knew it was time to finish.

Ward cinched up from the side, hooking Vicary's head and right arm underneath her and patiently applied weight to Renee's chest. Vicary's legs pumped and pushed pathetically at the carpet, unable to generate any kind of torque. Pam slowly shifted her weight, not wanting to give Angel any opening, until she had her knees up around Angel's head, still clamping down around the head and right arm. Vicary felt the pin coming, began to rock, still dreaming of a miracle victory if Pam would only tire. Then Ward completed her position and broke into a sneering smile, stretching her legs out and applying her signature over-the-shoulder pin to her buxom adversary. In the way that Ward had been humiliated by Renee's trademark cradle, so Renee sobbed at the outrage of being held down by Pam in this manner. Her sobs fell on deaf ears as the crowd once again roared to life as Pam rested her cheek upon Angel's heaving chest for the final fall.

Epilogue

Pam had defeated the California Angel 3 falls to 2, and in the process initiated a rivalry that would span La Conquista games, half a dozen disciplines of wrestling, and many other forms of physical competition. But in this first meeting, Pam Ward had crafted an exquisite upset, using her guile, experience, and finally, physical assets to prevail over a bigger, stronger Renee Vicary. She had successfully limited the scope of the conflict, forcing Renee to fight on Pam's terms. She had selected the room, planning in advance how to use its particular charms to her best advantage. And she had devised a strategy that she knew might cost her early falls in order to drain the Angel of precious energy over a five fall limit. In the end, the decision to move to a lengthier contest had cost Renee Vicary the match. Pam Ward had beaten the California Angel before even slipping into a bikini, in the weeks and months leading up to the fateful encounter.