Jillien




This is the story of an old wrestler vrs the young weight lifter for club
bragging rights or how a 53 year old female wrestler put it all on the line
against a much younger and stronger opponent...by fraulein_sabina @lycos.com

Hi! My name is Sabina and I am 53 years old. I am married to Roger and for the
past 20 years I have participated in amateur women's wrestling. I stand 5 foot
6, weigh 140 lbs, have short dirty blonde hair and a 36C-25-36 figure. For the
past year or so I have been branching out into catfights mainly because of my
new friend Su. Su is a woman in my age group who has been catfighting for
almost as long as I have been wrestling. We met when my husband and her boy
friend arranged a match between us. I'm getting a bit off the track here so
let me start my story at the beginning.

I have trained at the same club for a number of years here in Jersey. Until I
got together with Su, this was my main avenue of physical training and the
venue for a number of my early fights (they were all wrestling). Well, the
center piece if you will of this club is a weight trainer/personal fitness
instructor who is a state class female weight lifter. Her name is Jillien
Milton and in fact she is one of the top 5 contenders for the 2003 New Jersey
State Strongest

Woman competition. She and her husband are technically employees of the club
but their main job is working on her training for both the state and
eventually the national competition (in addition to one or two weight classes
a week that they give to customers). I was in one of her classes a couple of
years ago when she was more of a trainer than a competitor but that kind of
stuff just wasn't

for me. We've been known to each other since then and have had an occasional
discussion about each others fitness path. She may be the public center piece
of the club but I am not without my admirers there too (the tough old woman
who fights!).

Well, shortly before the holidays last year on one of my first visits back to
the club after a long vacation I got into a discussion with a couple of women
I know. They were telling me about Jillien's latest contest wins (a couple of
county events on the way to the state finals)while we were working out on some
of the machines. I was feeling a bit puncky that day (this was one of my first
trips back to the club after being away) and was doing some leg lifts (which I
hate) when who should come into the weight room but Jillien. She greeted us
all and told me she was surprised to see me on this particular machine as she
knew I hated this kind of workout. I laughed at her comments as she got set up
to do some squat presses and congratulated her on her latest contest wins. She
thanked me but shocked me by saying something like, "you know the real contest
for me would be bragging rights for the club here. When are we going to
finally fight for club championship?" Now, you could have knocked me over with
a feather. Who would have thought that this woman who had such success in her
weight lifting competitions would be threatened by me! Before I even thought
about an answer, I heard myself saying, "anytime you want Jillien...you pick
the time and I'll pick the fight style."

Well before I knew it we agreed that she would pick the time and I would pick
the fight style. We agreed that as she had challenged me that was only fair.
She said she'd call me after the holidays and find a time that worked for both
of us.

Let me give you her particulars...Jillien is a 30 year old mother of a two
year old little girl. She somewhat shorter than I at 5 foot 4 but outweighs me
at 173 pounds. Her measurements are an incredible 46dd-28-38.

Ever since this challenge was issued, Su and I have been working out here at
the house and I am leaning towards a no rules, no time limit - basically an
anything goes kind of fight with both of us wearing thin leather gloves. She
is very strong but has only rudimentary fighting training...really only the
kind of exercise fighting that become popular in health clubs. Yes, she's 20+
years younger than me but I think I have some good experience and that I can
use those incredible boobs of her's as targets and with my height and reach
advantage can hit the mark often. It should be interesting!

After much calendar juggling, the fight was finally scheduled for early spring
of 2003.The night of the fight I got to the gym with Roger around 8:30. The
fight was scheduled for 10PM but I wanted time to shower and relax and do some
stretching exercising before fight time. Roger left me alone in one of the
dressing rooms and went off with Su to make sure all was ready!

I did some exercises, took a nice hot shower and then settled in for a bit of
a stretch out and both cleared my head and relaxed. At about 9:30PM I started
getting myself together. I did a bit to fix up my hair, applied just a touch
of makeup, and started to get dressed. I 'd chosen a pair of satin black
Everlast trunks that were a bit tighter and shorter than traditional boxing
briefs. I had good movement in them and they felt great against my skin. On
top I put on a dark gray crop top sleeveless pull over. I'd taken to fighting
braless lately as I am not huge and find that the freedom I feel fighting
without my tits restrained helps me in the ring. We'd agreed to fight barefoot
and the last thing to complete the outfit was a thin pair of short leather
gloves.

At 10Pm, Su came and asked if I was ready. She told me Jillian was ready and
waiting in the ring. We walked into the main gym and I saw Jillian in the ring
and her husband in her corner. I climbed into the ring and went over to talk
to Roger in my corner. Jillian was wearing a typical weight lifter outfit -
gray sweat shorts with a gray pull over sleeveless t-shirt. As I looked over
at her in the ring I realized that she was 23 years younger and some 30+
pounds heaver than me. I also realized just how large her chest was as my 36Cs
have never been thought to be small but compared to her huge 46DD chest, I was
a flat chested little girl! Oh well, that was a new experience in my 53 years!

Su called us to the center of the ring and gave us the rules...5 minutes
rounds, 2 minutes between, no real rules other than that. A win would be by
submission or surrender or knock out.

As I went back to my corner, Roger reminded me to stay out of her grasp as she
obviously had weight and strength on me and I needed to work my skills to my
best advantage! As the bell rang for round one, and the two of us moved
towards the center of the ring and realized again just how large she was. I
didn't need Roger's last words echoing in my head to hell me I needed to stay
out of her grasp!

Both of us advanced towards the other one warily, neither knowing exactly what
form our first contact would take nor exactly what kind of an opponent we were
facing. As we got a couple of feet from each other I lashed out with my right
foot catching Jillian just below the waist of her shorts. I was rewarded with
an "ouff" and Jillian doubled over from the force of my foot. I grabbed her in
a head lock, jumped into the air, and slammed her face first into the canvas.
This move had definitely rattled her brain as the weight lifter took some time
to get back to her feet.

As she moved from her knees, I grabbed her right hand and her right wrist and
started some backwards pressure on the joint and basically she was mine. I
built up some speed, spun her around, let go at the right moment and she
slammed with all her weight behind it into the turnbuckle. Before she knew
what was happening, I grabbed the front of her t shirt, jumped up and buried
my feet in her mid section and flipped her to the center of the ring. Still
dazed as she attempted to get to her feet, I connected with my first two shots
to her huge chest (a nice right left combo to her right breast) which laid her
out across the top ring rope. As she slid to the mat the bell rang and the
first 5 minute of our fight was over.

I went back to my corner where Roger told me I did real good! He also told me
to put her away before she figured out how to get to me. I agreed.

Round two started out with Jillian a bit more wary of me. She moved slower
towards me and this time she tried to move first and sent a round house right
my way. The woman obviously had no fighting experience because although the
right had lots of power behind it, she had also telegraphed her move so early
that I had no trouble ducking her fist and then coming back with a very hard
right/left combo to her mid section. These two blows stunned her and I had no
trouble again smashing two fists into her right tit. This time I hit it with a
right cut and then a left upper cut that lifted the breast. God was it solid!

We separated and she rubbed her tit and then I knew my strategy was paying
off. I was plotting my next move when the larger woman charged me and bulled
me into the turnbuckle. Momentarily dazed, I was unable to stop her as she
smashed her body into mine and then into the turnbuckle. Once again she did
the same and then she smashed those 46DDs into me, grabbed the ropes, and
started pulling me into the turnbuckle. I was getting squashed by her tits,
overcome by her additional weight, and mashed into the turnbuckle. This was
not good as there seemed to be no way out for me. Then suddenly the bell rang
signaling the end of round 2. Literally, I was saved by the bell!

I staggered back to my corner and sat down heavily. Roger told me he was
afraid of this and that she was too strong for me. I said no, I'd been stupid
but if I play the fight my way I can win. I'd better make it soon though
because this last round had taken a hell of a lot out of me. Another session
of getting those huge boobs grinded into my body while she pulls me into the
turnbuckle like she did and I will be finished.

As the rest period ended, I moved quickly at Jillian. She blocked my first
right but not the left that followed it and smashed right into her right boob.
Then it was just a mater of hitting whatever she was not protecting. Smash her
in the tits she covers them. Then move to her face and hit her and she covers
that. Then back to her chest. Five minutes went by quickly and I fared much
better this round but not Jillian who was hurting!

She answered the bell for round 4 dazed a bit and not really doing a good job
blocking. After my first couple of punches she basically stood there as I
hammered right after left into her tits first driving my shots straight in and
then lifting her large breasts and finally double punching them till she lay
over the top rope and cried uncle!

I went back to the dressing room, striped off my fight clothes and stood in a
hot shower for 10 minutes! I was whipped and still hurt from the pounding she
gave me in round 2. As we left the club that night Jillian shook my hand and
told me she'd learned a lesson tonight. I said that I had too and we parted
friends! Luckily she's been very involved in her weight competitions leaving
little time to figure out how to beat me if we fight again.