Mud Wrestling Novels & Stories

"Lets get a warm welcome for the one everyone is dying to see tonight. He's from Chicago. He's undefeated. The one the girls purposely wore their good panties for. The one, the only, Camden Steel!" The song "Determined" by Mudvayne is playing loudly as I enter the arena. Slamming my fists together, I jump on the heels of my feet, my hands raised in the air as the crowd goes nuts. Hands outstretched from the crowd trying to grab at me. Thomas meets me at the cage and shoves my mouth guard in. "Remember kid, big time." He slaps my shoulder, and I nod. Standing with my arms outstretched an issued UFFL sanctioned cut man comes and applies Vaseline to my eyes, cheeks, and nose. It helps the punch

When the moon is out, there use to be moon fights; where young boys would challenge themselves in wrestling fights under the lights of the moon. Some of the warriors were chosen during such wrestling. While the young boys wrestle themselves in sand-filled place to avoid bruising their skins or causing injury to themselves. The ladies, gather to sing and dance and the little children gather around their grandmothers to listen to tales. While these are taking place, warriors challenge themselves in a wrestling fight, this is where most of the elders gather to watch, some kids are also known to sneak into the venue of these fights to watch their favorite warrior fight.

I roll my eyes, “You on crack? Clay hasn’t won a fight against Wolfe since, fucking never. Easy money.” I pull my wallet out of my tactical pants and pony up sixty bucks to add to the pile on the hood. The scene before us plays out much in the way I guessed. When Clay makes Wolfe drop the soda and it splatters on the pavement at his booted feet, it’s game on. My burly cousin drops the rest of his stash on the ground to free up his arms and charges at Clay. Clay laughs like a maniac during their deranged version of London Bridge Is Falling Down as they wrestle one another. A few bystanders have stopped to watch the wrestling match. I hope they don’t do anything stupid to draw more attention t

He threw one in her direction, but she ducked, and it instead hit Mitsuri. “Youhei, you little...” She threw one and it hit him square in the face. “Mud fight!” Someone yelled. “Oh no, this isn't a mud fight, it's a mud war.” She threw one at Takumi. He picked her up and dropped her in a huge mud puddle. “That was payback.” Soon everyone began chasing and throwing mud at each other. Oreo, on the other hand, was enjoying himself by rolling around in the mud. A few of the guys worked together to dump a whole bucket of mud on Twilight and some of the others were able to hit her with mud balls.

The morning rain transformed the outdoor training ground into a swamp. Elena stood ankle-deep in mud, water streaming down her face, watching Morgan spin her staff with casual expertise. "Environmental factors," Morgan announced, voice carrying over the downpour. "Most fights don't happen in climate-controlled dojos. You'll battle in rain, snow, on ice, in darkness. Today we learn to love the mud." Elena's first step forward nearly sent her sprawling. The ground sucked at her feet, destroying her barely-learned footwork. Morgan capitalized instantly, staff sweeping Elena's unstable legs. She hit the mud hard, brown water filling her mouth.

Both Creed and Chuck were standing in the middle of the ring of an indoor gymnasium. Grisha stood in between them as the referee of this 'mano-a-mano'. A mano-a-mano was nothing but the name of a simple but old military custom where two parties in a conflict were allowed to have a supervised public duel. A military higher-up with sufficient authority would oversee the duel. His job was to make sure that the battle doesn't get out of hand since weapons and Soul-Armas were allowed.

Noise abound at the Boneyard Arena in Bones Street in Tiger City, as the crowd of spectators cheered. Several teams had already duelled it out since morning and it was not only at this arena but in every other properly accounted for arena in Bones Street, Brawl Street, the seven Major Streets and even Horr's underground wrestling platforms.

If this continues, the entire Ninth branch might go bankrupt. Harvey frowned. "Underground boxing gym? Why would Mandy do something like that?" Ethan shook his head. "It's not by Mandy. It has been around since I was a kid, and it has always been something that belongs to the Ninth branch. Following our laws, something like this is officially banned. But since the Jeans of Mordu is one of the top ten families, all the factions simply chose to ignore it. After so many years, it became an illegal company with its specific rules and regulations. Normally, it's where the wealthy people in Wolsing spend their money and get entertained.

RYAN •••••••• Being a mafia don comes with many responsibilities. There's the part where you'd have to amass power. Another is protecting your family, then there's running businesses. One such business is this Pit. The Pit—blame the lack of imagination on my ancestor, Mateo—is an underground wrestling ring where men watch men of high caliber beat each other up for sport. It's also where other men higher up the food chain get off on testing their skills at prophesying.

I swear as I arch off the ground, writhing, “Can you not do that, please? The rain doesn’t make the ground as soft as you think it does!” My opponent, Maeve, a strapping young woman three years older than my own age bursts out laughing, her great frame shaking with mirth. “This is wrestling, sweetheart,” Maeve points out, “There is no place for softness in wrestling.” Maeve might just be the most musclebound woman I would ever see in my life. She was the wolf in charge of training the pups in wrestling, a talent that is deemed necessary for pups to have as we are not yet capable of transforming to our wolf forms, much less fighting in them. There were other fighting skills we had to learn as