Fantastic Island, Part 1B: “Ben’s Match-up In The Ring”
The fact that I was here on Fantastic Island was a testament to my desperation. I was alone again after my most recent romantic debacle. ‘Well, so be it’ I said to myself as I stepped off the seaplane to meet the mysterious man in the all-white suit standing on the dock nearby. He was tall & handsome, and very gregarious. He stepped forward to shake hands.
“Greetings Mr. Smith,” said the mystery man. “I am Mr. York, your host. Welcome to Fantastic Island!”
I was about to respond, but then this little guy came running up yelling “Da plane, boss, da plane!” as he pointed toward another seaplane, high in the sky, about to arrive.
“Yes, Kato, thank you very much,” replied Mr. York. “I’ll escort Mr. Smith to his quarters while you make preparations to greet our next guest. I will return shortly.” And with that, we headed off towards an all-white beach house a short ways off.
“Nice place you’ve got here,” I said, just trying to make conversation. I was out of my element and very nervous. After all, Mr. York was so smooth and seemed to be in control of everything. Everyone we saw treated him like the boss, or owner, or whatever. He seemed kind of eerie, almost like he was magical in some way. But no, that was ridiculous. No one had magical powers. I must just be nervous because of the nature of my fantasy.
Mr. York smiled, showing off his large, pearly white teeth. “Fantastic Island is indeed a special place. I’m sure we can make your fantasy into a reality, Mr. Smith. Oh, it is Mr. Smith, isn’t it?”
He’d seen through me already! I’d have to respond with the truth now. “Well, because of the nature of my fantasy, I wasn’t sure if I should use my real name,” I mumbled with embarrassment.
“That’s quite reasonable, up until now that is, Mr. Phillips,” replied York with an air of confidence.
I was shocked. “You… you know my name.”
“I always investigate my guests before deciding whether to accept their reservation to my island. Otherwise, how could I possibly create fantasies accurately, or locate an ‘old flame’ such as Kimberly? To be sure, an adult-themed fantasy such as yours is a little unusual, but not too much so. You might be interested to know that over one-third of our business is ‘adult’ in nature. And, practically 10% of those are indeed very similar to your own particular fantasy. So, there’s no need to be embarrassed. In fact, if I hadn’t researched your ‘particulars’, I would not have been able to prepare your fantasy properly. However, from this point forward, your honesty will be required.”
I gulped and swallowed my pride. “OK, I’ll be straight with you from here on. But please answer one question for me,” My curiosity had gotten the better of me - I had to know. “Is Kimberly here, too?”
“Well, yes and no,” Mr. York replied evasively, “the woman you will meet is not the Kimberly you once knew, as she has changed much over the many years you have been apart. Rest assured though, in all ways that matter, she is still very much Kimberly.”
“And she’s willing to… a… a…” , I stumbled.
“Wrestle? Yes certainly, she is an enthusiastic grappler,” he replied evenly. “In fact, I’m confident you’ll find her to be a most challenging opponent.”
“All right!!” I whooped loudly. This was shaping up nicely, after all!
“Try to contain yourself, Mr. Phillips. We wouldn’t want to disturb my other guests,” said Mr. York smoothly as we approached a small white cottage. “This is your accommodation. Kato will fetch you at 5:30 so we can discuss the details of your fantasy further. You can get settled and relax until then. You have a very strenuous night ahead of you. However, at this moment, I have another guest to attend to.”
And with that, Mr. York did an about face and walked back out onto the pier where the newly arrived seaplane was taxiing into position.
I checked out the cottage and then unpacked. What a 3-day weekend this would be! I’d been thinking about Kim for years, even though I’d lost track of her, assuming she was lost to me forever. Kim had been my first love in high school, and I’d never forgotten about her. I was a junior, but she had been a senior. We’d met in December and spent the rest of the school year together. We had so much in common, but we were so young that I hadn’t realized what a good match we made. I hadn’t met anyone since then that had matched up as well. We both liked snowboarding, music, dancing, tennis, swimming, etc. But especially, we both liked wrestling around. She was always picking mock fights with me, as I did with her. Unfortunately, we had had few places or opportunities to really ‘have it out’, so to speak. We’d had snow fights, back seat fights in the car, grassy fights in the park, etc. Kim was surprisingly strong, and it had been hard for either of us to win decisively in those settings. We’d never had a wrestling fight where we had the privacy to really let go and see who would win. And, that was something I’d had many regrets about.
Kim & I went to Prom together, and then a few short weeks later, she graduated from high school. We’d broken up soon after. Kim was going off to college in another town, and I was still stuck in high school. So, breaking up had seemed to make sense at the time.
But I’d always regretted losing her. I lost track of Kim when I entered a college in another state, and started dating someone else. I heard snippets about Kim from time-to-time, and then almost nothing. When I finally heard she’d married, and to a no-good scum I’d known in high school, I had cut the few lines of communication that were left.
Even so, I still had thoughts of Kim frequently enough that she was becoming something of an obsession for me. I thought about her large globular breasts, and wondered why I had never tried to remove any of her clothes. I guess I was too young and naïve. Maybe she would have stopped me, anyway. But now, I would never know. And that was my other regret about Kim… we had never been intimate.
Thus, the Fantastic Island thing. I wanted to have an all-out wrestling match with Kim. And, I wanted to be ‘romantic’ with her, too. But that was not part of the fantasy I had contracted for. If Mr. York could deliver on just the wrestling, it would be worth every cent I’d paid!! I’d worry about the ‘romance’ part on my own.
I stopped by the bar to pick up a drink and then relaxed on the patio in back of my cottage. It was a beautiful, hot, tropical day. The palm trees provided just the right amount of shade as I sipped on a mint julep, imagining what was about to transpire - three nights on Fantastic Island, each with a different style of wrestling match with Kim! I tried to relax and shake off the jet lag. If things went as I hoped, I would need my strength for later.
Promptly at 5:30, Kato arrived and we set off for the main cottage where Mr. York resided. He greeted me cordially as Kato turned to leave.
“Please have a seat Mr. Phillips, and we can discuss your fantasy,” Mr. York said smoothly.
“Please, call me Benjamin.” I replied. “I have a difficult time with formalities.”
“As you wish.”
“So, how is my fantasy shaping up?” I asked with hardly repressed eagerness.
“Unfortunately, one facet of your fantasy has been difficult to accommodate. You will indeed have three separate matches with Kimberly. But the settings and rules will not necessarily be to your choosing. In the interest of fairness, Kimberly has asked that she be permitted to choose as well.”
“Well, that seems reasonable.” I replied tentatively. I wasn’t sure about making any changes this late in the game. I had figured everything out in advance about how the matches would be held, etc., etc. But what now?
“Thus far, I have worked out this much,” continued York. “Kimberly will decide the first match setting, rules and apparel. You will make those decisions regarding the second match. I am still considering the third match.”
“Well …, OK.” I replied trying to hide my disappointment. Still, things could work out fine. On one hand, this setup could be a total flop. But on the other hand, letting Kim set the match conditions could make things more exciting. It all depended on what Kim wished to do.
“One more thing, Benjamin,” added Mr. York with some hesitation. “You must limit your conversations with Kimberly. If the two of you converse too much in a personal manner, there is a possibility your fantasy might unravel.”
“Just what do you mean… unravel?” I replied cautiously. “Is this some sort of Cinderella type of thing?” I felt foolish for the question, but I had actually come to think of Mr. York supernaturally.
“Simply put, you will be transported back to your accommodation and the fantasy will be terminated,” replied Mr. York tersely.
I gulped hard, but said nothing, even though it seemed an odd stipulation. I’d have to be careful and consider what I said to Kim.
“There’ll be a note delivered to your room within the hour with all the information you’ll need for your first match with Kimberly. Good luck to you! And may your fantasy be entirely to your satisfaction!”
Kato reappeared and led me back to my cottage. I wasn’t sure what was going on with the changes and all, but I was already getting antsy for the hour to be over. Much to my chagrin, I found myself pacing back and forth. So maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t so bad. Here I was all a twitter, so to speak, waiting to begin and wondering about the rules, setting & clothing. What would Kim wear? Would she even look like Kim? Where would we fight? What would be the rules? How strong would she be? Could I even beat her? It had seemed a close match-up all those years ago. I realized that there was a method to this madness. I was hot with anticipation, and I hadn’t even seen Kim yet!
Precisely at the one-hour mark, there was a knock at my door and a messenger handed me a note. In a Kim’s writing, it read, ‘Put on your smallest, skimpiest, sexiest swimming suit. Then, come to the address below promptly at 7:00pm.’ That sounded very promising, indeed.
The address was unknown to me, but it couldn’t be that far away on an island. I had only 15 minutes to get there. I quickly went through my clothes. Thank goodness I had packed my little blue Speedo. It would be perfect for the match! I slipped it on under my walking shorts and headed out the door. I stopped at the outdoor bar for directions. To my horror, the bartender told me that the address was a mile down the beach road, and that there was no transportation available. Aarrgghh! It was now 6:48!! I’d have to ‘hoof it’ on my own to get there on time. Was this part of Kim’s plan? I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t let that stop me. I peeled off down the road at top speed before realizing that I needed to pace myself or I’d be totally worn out when I got there. I could still arrive in time at a more moderate pace, and have enough energy left over for the match.
I arrived right on time in front of an old looking building with a sign that read ‘Nick’s Health Club’. As I approached the door, I saw another note taped near the doorknob. It read:
Hope you’re not too tired to get your butt kicked. The rules are standard freestyle wrestling with 5-second pins, shoulders to the mat. There will be 3 rounds of unlimited time, with no resting between rounds. We must stay within the ring at all times. Come on in, if you dare.
That was a nice touch, at the end, the taunting and all.
Then I saw some more writing at the bottom of the note:
FYI - I ran the same distance as you, so don’t go thinking I’m taking advantage. I don’t need to cheat to beat you!
Kim & I had always teased, taunted and accused each other of cheating in our fights of years ago. Perhaps she hadn’t changed that much!
I slipped off my walking shorts, opened the door and stepped inside. The place was well lit and there was a large wrestling ring in the center area. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was Kim, although she looked older now. But that was all right - it had been almost 10 years since I’d last seen her. Other than Kim, the place was deserted. As I approached the ring, I could see that Kim still looked as incredibly gorgeous as ever. She had the most beautiful green eyes & jet-black hair, combined with the most devastating smile I had ever seen. It was an awesome combination! Plus, she had grown her hair out quite long. I was enthralled.
She wore a skimpy, lime green bikini that showed off her body to great advantage, plus a lime green scrunchy to secure her long, shiny, black mane in a ponytail. Kim looked incredible! She had the same long legs as before, but a bit more muscular. And her arms were similarly toned, as well. As I approached, she began to do some warm-up stretches. I got a good look at her behind. Sure enough, that small, tight rear end was the same as ever. Kim was in great physical shape! And, she still had those large, globular breasts, the ones that I had never laid a hand on. I desperately wanted to change that now as I noticed the ample cleavage of her bikini top! Then she laid one of her patented smiles on me. This had all the makings of an excellent match!
I stretched for a few moments and then stepped into the ring. But before I could say anything, a bell rang signaling the start of the match. I hadn’t had a chance to talk to Kim at all. She advanced towards me with a determined look on her face, and there was little I could do but respond. We met in the middle of the ring. There was no hesitation on either of our parts and we began to grapple immediately. This was how it would be - serious wrestling, alone, one on one, as we had never done before!
We soon found ourselves on the ropes with Kim at the advantage. She pressed against my shoulders until my back arched cruelly over the top rope. I wasn’t expecting this type of a fight. I thought maybe I was going to flip over the top rope, when an odd thing happened. Kim backed away a few steps, allowing me to recover. Then she bowed slightly saying, “Don’t ever let it be said that I don’t break cleanly.”
I was too surprised to respond. The next thing I knew, Kim rammed into me and we bounced off the ropes together. As we rebounded, Kim grabbed my arm and threw me to the mat. I landed on my belly with a loud thud, much like in a pro match. It didn’t hurt much - the ring absorbed most of the impact. While I was marveling at not being hurt, Kim jumped on my back, applying a painful surfboard hold. My arms burned as she pulled them backwards and twisted. I grimaced in pain and grunted as I strained to get free. But Kim was unrelenting as she applied pressure for what seemed like forever. So far, the match was all Kim. I had yet to do anything significant, but I vowed not to give in.
Finally, Kim released my right arm. Maybe she was cramping up or something. But then I felt her lean back attempting to grab me at the ankle, no doubt looking to apply a toehold. I saw my chance and twisted away. Kim flipped off me and I was free at last. But now what would I do? All I could think of was to keep away from her while I tried to massage some life back into my mangled arms.
I maneuvered around in the ring, trying to dodge Kim’s attempts to engage me. I felt like a chicken, but I had to get my arms working again. Kim sensed my predicament and continued to rush me. I darted to the side a few more times, trying to appear predictable. But the next time Kim lunged at me, I changed tactics, grabbing her arm, swinging her around and to the mat. This time it was Kim that landed with a loud thump. I pounced on her quickly and put her in a Camel Clutch. Her back arched acutely as I applied ever more pressure. Unfortunately, I was unable to trap her arms, so she clawed wildly at my hands, trying to separate them and release the hold. I was able to trap her that way for a few minutes, but then she pried my hands apart, her body dropping back to the mat. I pried my arm under hers, trying to roll her over for a pin. But as I leaned into it, Kim dislodged me from her back and escaped.
Now things were more even. Kim had suffered as much as me, and I felt like I was back in the match. We met in the center of the ring with our arms outstretched, clasping together in a test of strength. I felt this was a good move for me as I was certain that my upper body strength exceeded hers. We starred each other down as we strained, pushing and twisting at each other. At first our arms were over our heads as we struggled. Then our arms went wide to the side and our bodies slammed together at the chest. Kim’s large, globular breasts were squashed against my upper body, nearly popping free from the skimpy, lime green bikini top. How I wished that fabric would burst from the pressure. Then our arms twisted low, below our waists and we were forced apart a few steps. Kim wasn’t about to give in. My strength was greater, but I had no advantage in this position. Kim rushed forward, pushing me back into the turnbuckle, our arms still clasped together. I hit hard, and released the hold. Kim moved in and grabbed me around the chest in a bear hug. That was the last thing I expected. How could she expect to apply enough pressure to be effective? I found out quickly that pressure was not the goal as her breasts swelled up against my chest, giving me an eyeful. My mind went back to my longtime fantasy of having Kim topless, and I was in a stupor. The closeness of her nearly naked breasts was upon my mind, and I was unaware of all else. I was only peripherally aware of us moving away from the corner and Kim’s leg slipping behind, tripping me. We crashed to the floor in center ring with Kim on top. She corralled both of my hands, holding them down, as she snared my legs in hers. Kim held me in a Grapevine pin, her breasts pressed against my torso, and her waist pressing against the growing bulge in my shorts. Then I heard her say, “one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, and, one-thousand-five. I win round one.”
Kim laid there on top of me for a moment, no doubt basking in her victory. Then she got up, saying, “You can get up now, loser.”
I got to my feet. I could tell that Kim was teasing, only trying to get my goat. I wasn’t mad - heck, I might have said the same thing in her place. I had no snappy response, merely replying, “In your face.”
As if on cue, the bell rang signaling the start of round two, so I rushed her quickly. I doubt Kim considered me much of a threat, so soon after my being pinned and beaten in round one. The pin hadn’t taken much out of me. I had simply been held down, not exhausted. I caught Kim off guard and got her in a headlock. I led her all around the ring, bent over & captured in the headlock, giving her little chance to regroup.
Figuring she might escape at any moment, I propelled us into the ropes so we’d bounce off with good speed. As we came off the ropes, I released Kim’s head and slipped in behind her for a hammerlock. I applied pressure with my left arm as I looped my right arm around her neck so she couldn’t break free. I could tell Kim was in pain by the way she grunted each time I increased the pressure. I had to admire her stamina, though, because she wouldn’t give up even after a few minutes. Suddenly, Kim reversed the hold, slipping free from my right arm, and then spinning around behind me. Now she had me in the same hammerlock, and I was the one grimacing in pain.
“So, how do you like them apples?” mocked Kim.
But my mind wandered as I replied, “I prefer melons, personally.”
Kim immediately caught the reference and pressed her breasts against my back. “Is that better?” she whispered softly in my ear, then following up with renewed pressure to my arm.
Kim was guarding against the reversal she had used on me, so I had to try something different. I dropped to my knees suddenly, and then twisted to the side. Kim flipped over me and landed on her back. I was on her in a second looking for an advantage. We rolled around on the mat, face to face, hand to outstretched hand, first one on top and then the other. Our legs intertwined occasionally, and I felt like I was in a catfight, clawing at each other, trying anything and everything to throttle the other. At one point, I found myself laying crossways on top of Kim. I twisted around so my back was towards her tummy and looped my left arm behind her neck. I quickly seized her right leg with my right arm and yanked it towards me. I locked my hands together and secured Kim in a cradle. I used my legs to lean Kim’s shoulders onto the mat. I had her now! I counted her out, “one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, and, one-thousand-five. I win round two.”
I released her right away, but didn’t get up too quickly, enjoying the feel of her nearly naked breasts against my chest. Then I got up, but Kim just lay there on the mat, probably too shocked to rise quickly. Her pancaked breasts were very attractive this way! Finally, she shook it off and got to her feet, adjusting her bikini top as noticeably as possible. I was enthralled as she said, “Nice move. Maybe this will be tougher than I thought.”
Our eyes met, and I knew it was time to begin again as the bell rang once again. I was winded and tired from the strenuous match, as well as the mile run to get here in the first place. At least Kim looked weary herself, though she tried to hide it. I wasn’t sure who’d win this round. I felt like I could do it, but Kim managed to look defiant, too.
We started to circle each other slowly, warily, not sure how to gain an advantage. We both knew the importance of winning this round - it would determine the winner of the first of our three matches and give that person a decided advantage.
Finally, I gave up looking for an opening and extended my hands towards Kim, hoping for another test of strength. Kim grunted, “OK, but hands to the other’s shoulders this time, instead.” I nodded my assent, placing the palms of my hands on Kim’s shoulders, while she did the same to me. We immediately began pulling and shoving against each other around the ring. First I was on the ropes, and then Kim. Then I was forced into the corner, and then Kim. All we were doing was wearing ourselves out, romping around the ring. But that was OK with me. I figured I had more stamina than Kim, and would eventually be able to finish her off.
Finally, sensing Kim’s weakened state, I flung her free of me and into the ropes, just like in the pros. I stood my ground, waiting for Kim to rebound back towards me, planning to catch her in a front bearhug. But Kim had other intentions, accelerating and lowering her shoulder to ram me. I dodged to the side, but she clipped me as she went by. We both flew, hitting the mat hard. We were a few feet apart and were both slow getting up. I was kind of dizzy and rose up to my knees only. I was grateful that Kim had not gotten all the way up either. We faced each other on our knees in center ring. I knew this would go down to the wire, as we waddled towards each other to renew the struggle.
All we could do was grab each other around the waist, squeezing and tugging. We fell over and rolled around on the mat, back and forth, forth and back. First one of us had the advantage, and then the other. We’d lost all semblances of wrestlers, becoming desperate to win, clawing & pawing at each other. Finally, we were on our knees again, neither of us very steady as we moved to embrace our conflict once more.
I knew this would be over soon, but could I still win? Somehow, Kim still looked pretty confident. But so was I.
I shoved Kim to the side with all the strength I had left and she fell over easier than I’d expected. I slithered over to her, rolled her onto her back and then climbed on top, straddling her at the waist. Kim struggled desperately against me, trying to prevent the pin we both knew was coming. I didn’t have much strength to hold her down for the pin, but did she have the strength to break free? I knew I had to do something fast, or lose my best chance at victory. Kim was trying to kick me off with her legs, bringing them up behind me. The next time her legs came up to get me, I used their momentum and grabbed them both with my arms and leaned forward. Kim was really trapped now. The leg maneuver had backfired on her. I leveraged her legs against her, forcing her shoulders securely to the mat in a matchbook pin. I looked down at Kim, sweaty and straining against the pressure, trying to the last to get free. I noticed for the first time that I was sitting on top of her with my crotch placed squarely on top of her bulging breasts, still barely covered by that skimpy lime green bikini top. I just hung on, filing that memory away for all time. I started the count, “one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, and, one-thousand-five. I win round three, and the first match.”
I rolled off Kim to the side. I didn’t feel like standing up just yet, but I got to my knees. Kim followed a moment later, extending her hand to congratulate me. In a very pleasant voice, Kim spoke crisply, “Nice match, and well fought. You were everything I expected and more. But don’t expect it to be so easy next time. I know your moves now.”
I replied in same, “I wouldn’t say that was easy at all. You’re a great wrestler! The outcome was totally in doubt until the end. You were everything I expected, too. And… I know your moves now, as well, so don’t you expect an easy time yourself.”
She gave me one of her patented smiles and moved closer, saying, “I have to congratulate the winner.” We kissed passionately for a few moments. As I peeled my lips away from the kiss, there was a sudden flash of light and I found myself in my room, kneeling on the bed, alone, groping at thin air, dumbfounded at how I had gotten here. I wondered just what kind of ‘person’ could do the things York had done. And, talk about bad timing - just when I wanted to ask Kim a few questions. And then I remembered York’s warning - too many questions could unravel the fantasy! I’d put aside my questions for now. Maybe after the third match I could find out a few things.
I peeled off my swimsuit and jumped into the steaming hot shower to relieve my aches and pains, especially the one between my thighs. It wasn’t Kim, but it would have to do for now.
The End of Part 1-B(en).
[Author’s note: Any similarity of names used in this story to actual persons was unintentional and purely coincidental.]