The two male opponents kneel down into the liquid chocolate and, I have been told by a reliable source, lube mixture that only covers the very bottom of the inflated basin. The tiled floor directly underneath it is covered in plastic, but the immediate area surrounding it is extremely slick and slippery - one wrong move around the tiny pool and you will find yourself in it! The Concordia students attending this event have left their previously occupied bar stools and counters and have gathered around the upcoming entertainment; we are all crowded together in a rather tight space, especially considering the excitement such an activity will potentially generate.
My attention is drawn to the young men in the small makeshift ring; the challenger to my right is a muscular blond with shoulder length hair and well-defined abs who is wearing a headband and two rather revealing Speedo-like shorts. The gentleman to my left is a taller and even stockier light brown haired guy wearing nothing but tight jean cut-offs; I decide that I will cheer for my fellow Concordian further away from me, to my left - why, just because he is damn hot!
They face each other and perform a few theatrics for the benefit of the still growing crowd, who voices its appreciation when the blond beats his chest like King Kong and then flicks chocolate into his nemesis' face. In order to start the match, the two men must be covered in chocolate and so two gorgeous ladies perform that duty; they each take a plastic bucket with chocolate sloshing at the bottom and then respectively tip their pails onto the awaiting wrestlers' bodies... and both boys are now unctuously gleaming and glistening with melted milk chocolate so that their muscular physiques are highlighted and more defined... ladies, if you loved chocolate before, let me tell you that you would at this very moment adore it even more after witnessing such a marvelous and yummy spectacle.
The battle is now ready to begin and the tension between the two testosterone driven male bodies has elevated slightly as neither wishes to lose face while smeared with chocolate. The ref blows his plastic whistle and the two primed males spring towards one another, both reaching for the kerchief tucked into their respective chocolate drenched belts worn for that specific purpose. Their beautiful bodies slide and slip against the walls of the inflated basin and chocolate raindrops splash the cheering audience - I am tempted to lick my arm when some chocolate lands there, but then I remember what has been done in that chocolate and so I restrain myself!
The first round is over with pretty quickly with the jean shorts toting man winning it; he pumps his arms into the air yielding the rag as his prize and the spectators respond accordingly with screams and hoots as though we are witnessing a gladiator having triumphed over a roaring lion. The imposing and young looking student slightly behind and to the left of me yells the champion's name and I turn towards him to make sure I have heard correctly before I scream, "Go Jessie!" Jessie, whom I have never met in my life, looks away from the rest of his adoring fans, flashes his teeth in a smile, thereby creating a striking contrast against the darkness of his chocolate covered face, and then points his finger in my direction while he winks at me provocatively - I can only respond with an enthusiastic "WOOHOO!" as the next round is about to begin. The next two rounds determine the smaller of the two men as the winner, yet it seems as though Jessie is a crowd favorite. Once the match has officially ended, the two wrestlers respectfully shake hands to a series of whoops and hollers before exiting the rubber pool and making their way upstairs to clean up and change.
Up next are two beautiful Amazonian brunettes tastefully covered in a way that makes me pleasantly surprised - for some reason I had thought the women would be more scantily clad than the men, but the male variety, especially a dude who goes by the name of Mighty, have been less dressed than the ladies and have therefore given us much more to look at! While we are waiting for the match to begin, I befriend the female wrestler to my right and we dance to a couple of songs together, creating our own dance floor smack in the middle of the bar, and we share a few laughs and many smiles. Finally, the fight is about to start and one of the organizers of the event, the gorgeous, bubbly, sweet as pie and newly converted to the blond side ASFA Exec, asks me to pour the chocolate over my new acquaintance; I accept and tell my pumped wresting warrior the duty I must perform by her.
The two focused chicks climb into the rubber enclosure, kneel down and already try to psych each other out with a few cutthroat looks - man do women ever play dirty against one another! And why is that? Perhaps that might be the subject of another blog! For now, let me take you back around the chocolate pool while the ASFA Exec and I tip our buckets over the heads of our respective contenders. We then carefully, because the floor is as slick as newly formed ice, but quickly, so as not to get drenched in flying chocolate, back away from the ensuing fight.
The ref signals the start of the round and both girls immediately lunge at each other, flinging chocolate in every direction. The first two rounds are pretty definite with my betting horse aggressively winning the kerchief both times; the final part finishes with my chocolate warrior coming out of it on top - literally - she has grabbed her opponent, flipped her over, straddled her and seized the chocolate soaked rag. The match is over with my challenger having won hands down. The two women then amicably hug each other, smile and laugh together, presumably at the fact that they are covered in chocolate and are at this moment beyond recognizable.
My novel acquaintance steps out of the pool with a triumphant grin barely visible underneath all of the chocolate smeared on her pretty face. She high fives me, leaving chocolate dripping down my upraised palms and pumps her arms into the air to signal her achievement. We the audience cheer for her uproariously having shared in her victory accomplished in a basin of chocolate. We then slowly make our way back to whatever short-lived and yet oh-so-necessary comforts we had been engaging in before the wrestling matches had taken precedence; we turn back to all of the other sorts of activities the night life has to offer and the chocolate wrestling soon becomes a dim and faint memory while the fog of alcohol or the hypnotic effect of dancing takes over.
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