In This Fetish Wrestling Event, Women Face Off Against Men -- and Always Win (NSFW)

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TigerLilly chokes out "pipsqueak" Sam.

On Saturday night, in the protected brick-and-mortar bosom of Lacy Street Studios in Downtown L.A., a MMA training enterprise called Ultimate Female Fitness launched Beat Down Girls, a "female supremacist" wrestling studio and collective, with a four-match, mixed wrestling tournament. Cassandra Lee, the company's founder and madame of fetish clubs past, describes the Beat Down Girls as an athletic "girl gang" that champions the physical, mental and sexual superiority of women over their estrogen-challenged cohorts -- and aren't afraid to get in the ring to prove it.

Several of the fit and fiercest from various corners of the women's fighting world, including pro boxer/Penthouse centerfold Hollie "Hotstuff" Dunaway; darling of online BDSM porn emporium Kink.com, Rain DeGrey; former competitive body builder Jennifer Thomas; and buxom-legged newcomer TigerLilly were there on Saturday to spar with more-than-willing male victims.

For those out of the professional fighting loop, this event involved "mixed fighting," meaning men and lady folk in the ring, together, mixing sweat and guff and grunts. One catch is, the ladies always come out on top -- each fight is thrown to the fairer sex to propagate an illusion of impervious female strength. Literally, the champion would, in the immortal words of Mortal Kombat, "finish him" by digging a dainty foot into a helpless lad's ribs and flash her biceps for the crowd. This is prime wank material for a large subculture of fetishists who prefer women of the Amazonian variety, and the fetish hinges on a flawless victory for the ladies.

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Rain DeGrey takes down Sam topless

While Beat Down Girls sounds like a blurry action flick circa 1982, it is actually a nouveau concept. Lee, a self-described "tough girl" wrapped in a seductive, petite Asian exterior, has been night-dreaming of an elite female society dedicated to the physical humiliation of men for decades, but only organized the collective a few weeks ago. Although websites and live tournaments have previously capitalized on the mixed wrestling fetish, Lee believes that the Beat Down Girls is a revolutionary enterprise. The difference, Lee explained, is that the "female first" thesis is not just a remunerative charade for her and her clan -- it's the authentic sentiment underpinning the operation and the harbinger of a new world order.

"Everybody does whatever they want to do, but we prefer to beat up guys. There's no reason to fight each other. Men have been ruining this world for way too long, and it's time for women to take it back," Lee told me in the Beat Down Girls' headquarters, located in a chic industrial loft in Downtown L.A. "This is a movement and if I have to start the damn thing, I will."

I was struck by the girliness of the energy in the ring. Pinks and purples covered the fighters' toned buttocks. I expected female versions of the Hulk, but all of the ladies were surprisingly petite. Dunaway, the most serious fighter of the bunch, was the teensiest of them all. The pronounced femininity and high octave giggling may be a by-product of self-conscious self-marketing.

"They have to put marketable females together, attractive females," Dunaway told me before the tournament. "If they're all completely tatted up, wearing trunks down to here and trying to dress like boys and act like boys, then people just watch boys box or whatever."

Rain DeGrey, a veteran of Ultimate Surrender -- an all-girls sexual wrestling show in which the victor dons a strap-on and pegs the loser -- reffed the first three matches and then jumped into the ring, pig tails flying, to take on Sam, a "pipsqueak" type but with wrestling credentials of his own.

The energy remained piqued, although there was some stop-and-go in the action because it was being filmed by a premium cable TV channel. At one point, Rain DeGrey pulled a purple ribbon out of her pussy and stuffed it in Sam's mouth while the audience roared something fierce. Then the director yelled "cut" and she did it again for take two. I later saw the ribbon on the ground, slick with a mixture of vaginal fluid and saliva. For some reason, I shoved it in my pocket.