The Fight



Barbi is a 165 pound, 5'9" blonde stripper. We have dated a few times,
but get into each other's face where she works one night. She wants to
fight, but I challenge her to a best 2 out of 3 fall, submission-only
wrestling match in her living room. She accepts.
I show up in my blue shorts and knee pads while Barbi comes in wearing a
sexy two piece, showing her clevage and long legs to a few friends that
are watching. I flex my arms in an attempt to put some fear into her, but
she flexes her own arms back at me. And I forgot just how big her biceps
are! Damn! Not much in the way of rules here. No fist, no kicks, no blows
to the face, and no nerve holds. I admire the body I have made love to,
but now must hurt enough to make her quit. She is a big girl, that will
have to be some big hurt. We lock horns in a chest push, testing arms and
legs. I can not out-muscle her arms, shoulders, or wrist, but she is
pushing me back with those dancer leg muscles. She pushes me to the wall
where she lets go of my hands and slams her right elbow into my belly
button. This doubles me over despite my hard ab muscles, and she bangs
her right knee into my droping forehead. The back of my head slams
against the wall, and I drop to my knees holding my head. Barbi plants
her thumbs to my temples and presses, and my head feels like it is
exploding. I grab her hands trying to relive the pressure, my arm muscles
bluging with the effort. I hear myself screaming in pain, but it seems
distant. I manage to get her hands off of my head only to receive a
double chop to my kidneys, and now I am not just howling in pain but
gasping for breath. This chick really wants to whip my butt! My elbows
are locked at my sides, trying to cover my hurt kidneys, and I receive a
chop to my chest, knocking me back to the wall. My mind is screaming for
my body to get off the wall, but Barbi's strong body is keeping me there.
She bends down and grabs my ankles, pulling me to the floor, my head
hitting the wall twice on the way down, then smacking the carpet. She
then drives her heel into my belly button, and my breath is completly
knocked out of my body. I struggle for air and protect my torso, so she
puts a leg on the floor and drops a knee onto my left thigh muscle. This
hurts, but this whole butt kicking has made me mad. I snatch my right leg
out of her hand and wrap it around one of her legs, triping her up. I
grab both of her legs, stand up, and drive my right knee into her exposed
stomach. She tries to scream, but there is no breath in her body. I like
the resulting sound, and do it again. And again. And again. I roll her
over, and drive my right knee into the small of her back, and she reaches
back with her right arm. I grab her wrist with my left hand and put her
into a hammer lock. I reach her wrist with my right hand and pull her arm
away from her body while pushing up with my left. She screams, coughs,
and taps out. I flex my arms to her friends watching, and now booing.
We circle each other, looking for a weakness. We lock hands, ending up in
a finger bender. Our arms are over our heads, muscles straining. Slowly
our arms drop, finally reaching our sides. We both grimace in strain, our
eyes locked. Slowly I bend her wrist back, our arms shaking. She drops
back suddenly, rolling on the floor. She throws me over her body, almot
to the wall. I am fighting to recover my breath as she attacks, driving
her right knee into my upper back, then grabing my chin and pulling my
head back over the top of her knee. I can't scream, as my mouth is held
shut, my breathing restricted. My back is painful, but my neck is in
agony. I can only see the ceiling as I struggle to get her hands to slip
over my chin. Her hands are large and strong, and my arms tire and flop
down. Barbi is really pulling on my chin, wanting me to submit. I finally
manage to slip her hands over my chin, but get my nose hit and eyes raked
for my trouble. Most of the fight has been taken out of me, and now I am
half blinded.