Rematch
By Fragilistic frag902@yahoo.co.uk
Mixed wrestling rematch that doesn't go exactly how the man expected


John had wrestled Louise the previous summer, and it was a hard fought match
which had ended in a draw. On that occasion they both secured one submission,
but after much exertion neither could muster the effort required to secure a
second decisive win. So it was, that after several months and much
correspondence, they had decided on a rematch one year later.

It was a lovely summer's morning, warm but not sweltering, as John arrived at
Louise's house. It was agreed that they would wrestle outside on the expansive
front lawn, and already some of the neighbors had gathered in eager
anticipation of what was becoming a regular local event, with many wagers on
the outcome.

John was dressed in shorts and T-shirt, his wiry physique clearly visible. He
hadn't trained as much as he would have liked over the past 12 months due to
excessive work commitments, but he felt that he was still in pretty good shape
for a guy of 35. Louise was a few years younger than John, and was an
impressive physical specimen of a woman, having trained for most of her life
in gymnastics, athletics and more lately wrestling.

As Louise stepped out from her front porch wearing a one piece beige color
leotard, John drew a sharp intake of breath. She looked in stunning form, and
had obviously been working out a lot since their last match. Her arms were
formidable, even relaxed John could tell that she had beefed up considerably.
Her breasts were large and firm, and her thighs looked like they could crush
rocks. John started to have a bad feeling about this.

"Hi Louise, you're, er, looking good", John gulped. "You ready ?"

"Always", she replied, and the two combatants squared off against each other.
The referee was an instructor at the local gym, and she reminded them of the
rules. "No biting, gouging, low punching, or kicking. The winner is the first
to obtain 3 falls or submissions. Now shake".

John and Louise shook hands, and John winced as Louise squeezed his hand
tightly in her powerful grip, holding his hand captive for several long
seconds. Eventually she relaxed and allowed him to withdraw his hand, as he
looked at her quizzically. "What's the matter John," she asked with a broad
smile, "surprised ? I'm a little bit stronger than when we last met".

John rubbed his hand and prepared to face off.

"Ready, set, fight", said the referee, backing away from them.

John and Louise circled each other warily, each cautious of making the first
move. John feinted towards Louise, and they locked hands in a test of
strength. John pushed with all his might, thinking to force Louise down to the
ground and hopefully score an early victory. Maybe this wouldn't be so
difficult after all.

To his surprise however Louise started to force John's hands down. He
struggled to stay upright but it was no use, she was stronger than him, and he
could see her muscles flexing as she forced him lower and lower to the ground.
God, those arms, as she pressed him down onto his knees.

Quick as a flash, Louise released John's hands, dropped to her knees, and
fastened her arms around him tightly in a bear hug. John cried out in pain as
she squeezed him powerfully against her chest. It felt like two steel bands
were constricting him. He had never felt such strength in a man or a woman,
and it horrified him, the sudden realization that Louise was so much stronger
than him now.

Louise tightened her grip on John, crushing him, using her strength to
completely overwhelm and dominate him. John couldn't move, his arms were
pinned tightly and painfully to his sides, her massive arms closing the space
she was allowing him, making it hard for him to breathe. He could feel his
ribs starting to bend under the pressure and knew that she could do him some
real damage, break his ribs, or maybe even snap his spine.

Then in a mind numbing display of raw power, Louise stood up, taking John with
her in her grasp, continuing to squeeze the life from his body. She lifted him
off the ground so that his feet were dangling several inches from the floor,
and whispered into his ear "do you give John? Because I can squeeze a lot
harder than this. Would you like me to ?"

John weakly cried out "Give, I give". Louise lowered him gently to the floor
and released him from her pythonic embrace, allowing him to gulp down some
much needed air. The crowd went wild, cheering and shouting Louise's name.

"Ready for the next round John ?" Louise asked, already on her feet and
assuming a wrestling stance.

John shook his head and muttered incoherently. "Need ... a ... minute", he
managed.

"Take all the time you need, I've got all day", Louise replied, stretching her
impressive arms and legs.

After some minutes John stood up, somewhat shakily, and tried to clear his
head. God what had just happened? She had totally demolished him. He couldn't
reconcile this woman in front of him with the one he had wrestled last year,
she was so much stronger. If he didn't put up a better fight this would all be
over in no time.

They faced off again, John even more wary of this incredible power house of a
woman in front of him. He decided that his only hope was to catch her off
guard, so he dived at her lower legs, grabbing each with his hands in order to
tip her backwards and gain the advantage. Except that didn't happen. He
grabbed onto her rock hard calves, but couldn't tip her backwards, despite
pushing with all his might.

Louise quickly dropped to the floor, seizing John with her legs in a body
scissors hold and locking her ankles. John knew that there would be no escape,
Louise had always had strong legs and now they were simply awesome. In his
weakened state it wasn't long before he was mewling in pain as she closed her
shapely thighs around him, one leg supporting him, the other crushing down on
him. John tried in vain to prise her mighty legs apart but it was an unequal
competition. He could see Louise looking at him, pitying him, as she poured on
the pressure. "How are you holding up, John ?" She asked, slowly squeezing her
legs tighter together. Her thigh muscles flexed and bulged, leaving John
gasping for air and in no doubt whatsoever that she could easily crush him to
a pulp between her mighty gams.

"Please, Louise, you're hurting me .... " he gasped.

"All you have to do is say ‘give', and it can all be over," She replied
impassively.

"Aaahhh", John gasped, as the last of the air left his lungs. Louise's massive
thighs constricted his chest and she could feel his ribs bending under her
onslaught.

Louise tightened her legs another notch, amazed that John hadn't yet
submitted. He must be feeling this keenly, she thought, her humiliation of him
almost complete. John didn't have the breath to submit, but managed to tap
weakly against her solid thigh.

"That's a submission", the ref shouted, and Louise released him from her
deadly leg vise.

"Two submissions to Louise, one remaining."

John however was in no shape to continue. To the crowds disappointment, he
staggered wearily to his feet, before collapsing again to the ground. Several
people helped him to the porch steps where he was given smelling salts to
bring him round. He looked shaken and scared, genuinely frightened of having
to face another round with Louise. "I quit, no more, no more", he sighed.

"Does anyone else want a match?" Louise asked the crowd, flexing her right arm
into a huge ball of muscle. She had hardly broken a sweat. The men looked
sheepishly at the floor, and despite goading from their wives and girlfriends,
none would come forward.