Kristie wrestles Denise, Intro
by Hi Bob@hibob11985@gmail.com
Kristie discovers a passion for submission wrestling.  Denise discovers a worthy opponent.


The statuesque brunette's nude body sheened with sweat as she tightened her
arms around the blonde's ankles, locking them snugly into her armpits. She'd
patiently followed the woman across the mat as her foe tried to pull her long
legs free and scramble away. But now, up against the padded wall, the blonde
had run out of room to run. And the brunette was ready to finish her.

Planting her feet wide, Denise slowly lowered her hips into a squat. The
blonde's body, also naked, glistened with sweat and rippled with lean muscle
as she strained, desperately trying to keep her body rigid and prevent her
foe's actions, but the leverage and power of her adversary were irresistible.
Denise steadily bent the woman backwards with her Boston crab. Even at 31, the
former college high jumper and pole vaulter kept great flexibility through her
hips and spine, but the mechanics of the hold couldn't be denied, and soon
Kristie's abs burned and her lower body ached as the Greek girl ratcheted up
the tension.

Denise knew well the limits of her opponent's flexibility. She'd spent the
past few months, hours at a time, contorting and twisting the woman's frame in
this very room. For that reason, she lowered herself only millimeters at a
time, her own quads and hips beginning to burn with the exquisitely careful
maneuver. She wanted the blonde to suffer until she pounded the mat in
submission. But she didn't want to injure the woman. That would end the fun.

Denise also wanted this submission to take some time. Even though she had been
in control for most of the time, staying ahead of and on top of the the lithe
woman had been grueling. Denise was very pleased with how the blonde's
strength and skills had progressed over the past few months, beyond what she
could have hoped. But Denise's competitive nature always strove to win. She
knew she too was fatigued, and maybe more so than the athletic woman she was
slowly stretching into submission. By drawing out the process, she'd grind the
girl down and leave her too exhausted to continue.

Kristie groaned. The hold was painful, but more painful was her realization
that she'd had the fall won. The women had already wrestled for hours that
day. The first few submissions occured pretty quickly and as usual, had gone
to the skilled and stronger Denise, the Greek woman rapidly adding pressure to
whatever lock or squeeze she had secured until she forced the blonde's tap.
This last fall had been a donnybrook, however, with both women locked tight
rolling across the mat for over an hour. Their bodies poured sweat, and each
was gasping for breath. The mat room had become stifling with the heat and
humidity of their energetic efforts. Though superbly conditioned and trained,
each had slowed considerably.

Kristie had seized upon a rare mistake by the bronze skinned brunette and
managed to wrap the woman's trim waist in her legs while locked belly to belly
with her, trapping the powerful Greek in her body scissors while tying up her
arms to prevent escape.

When she'd first started wrestling Denise, this wouldn't have made much
difference, for though Kristie's legs were plenty strong, they hadn't been
trained in proper application of the hold. In the months since, the blonde's
long legs had become not only devastating to look at, but also positively
lethal when she got them around her opponent. She was extremely proud of the
submissions she extracted from the lean Greek with her scissor-squeeze, and
was looking at a particularly satisfying repeat today.

She had snared Denise's well muscled arms in her own and used this to hold the
woman tight to her chest as her legs gripped the powerful girl's slim waist.
With her ankles hooked behind Denise's back, the Greek couldn't reach them to
try to break the hold, and Kristie's thighs were free to punish Denise's
midsection unhindered. Despite the impressive muscles of Denise's midriff,
Kristie knew her legs were devastating her trapped opponent. The initial
frantic writhing had ceased, and with each flex of her legs, she forced a
groan from Denise's full lips as she dragged her opponent into the deep water,
clamping down tighter and tighter, draining the tall brunette's strength with
her lower body's grip. Kristie anticipated the woman's tap would be coming
soon.

Kristie felt Denise's arms bunch and writhe, trying to slip free. Their skin
slicked by sweat, the brunette made some progress, and Kristie worked to keep
her subdued. She thought she could rearrange her grip and lock Denise in a
tuning fork hold with her arms and really settle the matter, but the woman
managed to get her arm loose. In a flash, the brunette sat back, pressed to
her knees, then staggered to her feet. Kristie knew she should bail on the
hold, but she thought she'd weakened Denise and relished the thought of
overpowering her, squeezing her back to the mat, and finishing her in the
muscular vise of her scissors.

Denise's remarkable resiliency foiled the blonde's designs. Denise twisted as
soon as she got to her feet and slung the blonde away, but wrapped her arms
around Kristie's legs. Continuing with her momentum, she continued to twist
and step over, putting the blonde belly down on the mat while holding her
ankles. Kristie immediately realized the threat. She braced her hands and
tried to twist and scrabble away, but the taller woman was too skilled and
strong. Denise steadily reeled in the blonde, and locked in her hold.

Kristie's hands bunched into fists as Denise increased the tension on her
spine. Denise had become expert at stretching the blonde into submission and
she went to work. Kristie strained against the pressure, and resisted the
agony for as long as she could. Despite having no hope of escape, she fought
with everything she had.

Although hours passed rapidly in Denise's studio, minutes could drag out
interminably. Kristie lived for days in the slow and steady torture of the
brunette's crab. Groaning and gasping, she reached for and exhausted every
ounce of will she possessed. Denise patiently persisted, steadily bowing the
blonde's tawny body farther and farther backwards. Deeper and deeper Denise
squatted, increasing the tension carefully. She felt Kristie's body reach its
final point of resistance and held the athletic blonde right there, torturing
the lithe beauty on the verge of her endurance.

The brunette looked over her shoulder at her foe. Kristie's exquisite face,
with large and wide set blue eyes, upturned nose, high cheekbones and broad
expressive mouth was a picture of defiance. The eyes squeezed shut with her
white teeth bared ferociously perfectly capturing her predicament. She was
trapped but refusing to concede. She could feel the Greek's buttocks just
graze her shoulders as Denise worked the Boston crab ever deeper. The blonde
gasped for breath through her clenched jaw, enduring the agony. Finally, she
tapped her surrender. Denise carefully released the tension on her foe's spine
before unlocking her arms and lowered Kristie's legs to the mat

Denise stood over her foe. "You done for the day?"

Kristie locked eyes, panting for long seconds, then nodded.

"Thank God," the brunette said as collapsed to the mat next to her.

Kristie smiled. She'd come a long way in the past few months. She took
Denise's fatigue as the most sincere compliment possible.

"I'm Denise Strati. Erin told me a little about you. She said you're a doctor.
Those are handy in combat sports. Usually they're not in the event, though."
The tall brunette smiled as she shook hands and welcomed the woman into her
home.

"Kristie Cade. I'm a professor of molecular biology at the U. We're all about
actually getting in there and grappling, unlike all those other wussy
doctors," the blonde laughed, noting the woman's warm grip. She also noted the
impressive Denise Strati. Kristie placed her in her early 30's, for though she
had a youthful vigor, she had the bearing and presence that only time could
bring. Strikingly attractive, the woman had large dark eyes, a strong brow and
jaw, and a wide mouth with full lips. Her prominent nose, though slightly
hooked, was positively regal. She wore her wavy brown hair midway down her
shoulders. Perhaps an inch taller than the 5' 9" blonde, Denise moved with the
smooth grace of a lifetime athlete.

"Erin's great. What'd she say?" Kristie asked.

"She said you're doing well with your Jiu Jitsu, but are looking for something
a little different. What's wrong with Jiu Jitsu? Too easy?" Denise grinned.

"Hardly, and I really love it, but it opened my eyes to something."

"Oh, what's that?" Denise asked.

"I'm a wrestler. Who knew? I thought I was a grown-up professor at a
university, but here all I want to do is hit the mat and kick some ass,"
Kristie laughed, continuing. "I grew up wrestling, all through elementary and
high school. My height really made it hard to be competitive in the later
years, and I got away from it in college and grad school, and never thought
about coming back until I started with Jiu Jitsu Erin's club. I realized I
really missed grappling."

"There's a fair amount of grappling, takedowns, in Jiu Jitsu," said the tall
brunette.

"True, but, at the same time ... "

"Understood," Denise finished. "Well let me tell you about me. I've been in
martial arts since I could walk. I've turned that into a career doing stunts
and now coordinating stunts. I've also worked as a trainer for different
individuals, actors, pro wrestlers, and sometimes molecular biologists.
Sometimes," Denise's smiled broadly, revealing dazzling white teeth. "Did you
dress appropriately?"

The blonde nodded as they took to the mat.

"Great move!" Denise commented. Kristie had the brunette locked in a split leg
cradle pin and the powerful woman wasn't going anywhere.

"Thanks," Kristie panted. It felt really good to be rolling around, and
especially good to feel all her old reflexes and techniques coming awake.

"So, are you going to let me up?" Denise asked, her face only inches from the
blonde.

"I don't know. I didn't hear you give," Kristie replied while gazing cooly
into the brunette's dark eyes.

"Oh, so you're like that, huh?" Denise said, and then gave a huge surge, her
entire body arching and straining. Kristie was caught off guard, but managed
to hang on and keep the powerful woman pinned down.

"Christ you're strong," Kristie grunted maintaining her grip. Several seconds
of stalemate passed, and finally Denise relaxed.

"Ok, I give," Denise smiled, and rolled out as Kristie released her.

"That cradle was my favorite pin. I was taller than most of my opponents, and
it allowed me to take advantage of that. Of course, I didn't have to be taller
to be able to use it," she said with a grin.

After warmups, they'd stripped to sports bra and lycra shorts. Kristie had to
focus to not be overwhelmed just by the sight of the Strati woman. The
olive-skinned woman's physique was spectacular. Long and rangy, well-muscled,
lean, with wide shoulder and hips, a narrow waist, and surprisingly buxom.

"Christ, you're built like a superhero!" Kristie found herself saying.

Denise laughed. "Thanks. You're not too bad yourself."

Kristie blushed. "I'm sorry, I just ... "

"Don't worry about it. Gym and genes. And gin. Not too much though. I'm
finding my thirties aren't quite as forgiving as my twenties."

"Tell me about it," Kristie replied. "What do you weigh? Sorry to be so
forward, but when I'm wrestling someone taller, bigger, better, I like to know
just how much I'm giving up at the scales," Kristie asked, grinning.

"Right now, about 155. I've been heavier, but I've been leaning down. I think
lighter is better for me, and I'm pretty happy here. It's pretty livable too,
and I feel good," Denise replied

"About 10 pounds on me, then. Some of it appears to be muscle. Good to know,"
the blonde quipped.

Denise grinned. "You through stalling, Doc? You've got some more 'ass kicking'
to do, I think."

The women tied up and soon were rolling across the mat. Denise managed to pin
the blonde a few times before the girl secured her again in the cradle pin.
Kristie impressed Denise. She took Erin at her word when she agreed to try out
the woman, but when she first saw the blonde, she was prepared to be sorely
disappointed on the mat. The girl was just too attractive to be much of a
fighter. Bright blue eyes, high cheekbones, and a dazzling smile coupled with
straight blonde hair and a killer body would give the woman all kinds of easy
access in this world. That kind of woman wouldn't have the grit needed to be
be a serious athlete. Sure the girl had some muscles, but Denise had tangled
with enough pretty "buff" girls to know those kind of muscles were just for
show. As soon as the going got tough, they got all concerned about their hair,
nails, etc and were done. Not just for the day, either.

As they wrestled, the blonde steadily broke all those preconceptions. First
with just her strength and skill, but as the match wore on, she demonstrated
stamina and a willingness to work that completely convinced Denise that the
girl was for real. She silently apologized to Erin for doubting her.

"So, I can work with you on this. You're rusty, but fundamentally solid. And
you're pretty tough, which is the main thing, anyway," Denise said.

"Thanks," Kristie replied

"But I offer something else, a kind of hybrid style, if you want to try it
out."

"Erin said something along those lines. Submission grappling?"

"Kind of. It's not a recognized style. Don't expect to go elsewhere and
compete in any tournaments or anything like that. I blend conventional,
submission, and ... pro," Denise added.

"Pro? Really? I thought..." Kristie started.

"Of course pro wrestling is fake. Scripted, rather. But the holds, or some of
them anyway, are not fake. Nor are the submissions they evoke," Denise
finished. "In my style, I focus on have different targets than Jiu Jitsu. No
joint locks or chokes. At least, not to submission."

Kristie nodded. "That's what I didn't like about Jiu Jitsu, it felt like, I
don't know, tricks. I mean, yeah, you had to be trained and strong, but there
was just no way to try to fight out of many of the submissions. I'd find
myself doing well then all the sudden my elbows about to be broken! Ok, well
I'm intrigued. Can I try? What do I need to do?" the blonde offered.

"Try to stop me," Denise said, smiling mischievously.

Kristie felt like the brunette was ripping her torso in half. Her right armpit
was locked into Denise's left. The brunette's left leg wrapped her own left
leg. Denise had gotten behind her and twined her before she knew what
happened. Both Kristie's arms were free, but she couldn't make any use of them
to ease the pressure on her body or try to escape.

"This is called, aptly enough, an abdominal stretch, or more exotically, a
cobra twist," Denise stated calmly, "If we were on the ground, it would be
called a 'twister.' Unpleasant, huh? Feel free to tap at anytime."

Kristie grunted, but she wasn't ready yet to concede defeat. There had to be
some way to break loose. She strained, her well-defined abdominal muscles
rippled, but found Denise quite immovable. And then she felt the powerful
woman tightening the hold. The pain ratcheted slowly higher. Kristie knew she
was trapped, but something in her willed her to resist, to take up the woman's
challenge. She set her jaw, and shook her head. Denise smiled to herself at
the blonde's tenacity.

Long minutes passed, with the tawny blonde's lean frame tortured by her
powerful foe. Denise steadily added pressure, carefully twisting the woman
into ever worsening agony. Finally Kristie surrendered. As the brunette
unwound the blonde from her grip, she nodded to herself, a slight smile on her
face. Kriste collapsed to all fours, panting.

"Had enough?" Denise asked.

Kristie looked up, still on the ground, shaking her head. "Hardly. That all ya
got?"

"So that's one main path to submission. Twist your opponent until she taps.
The target isn't her neck, or her joints. It's her body. It pits the core of
your strength and technique against hers. Not against her elbow, or knee, but
the central strength of her body. This next fall I'll demonstrate the other
main submission path," Denise finished.

"Not if I can help it," muttered Kristie. Denise raised her brow briefly and
smiled in response.

A few strenuous moments later found Kristie again in distress.

"Give?" The brunette asked, easing her grip momentarily. Kristie shook her
head vigorously.

"NO! No way I'm tapping to this!! This isn't even a hold!!" she grunted,
writhing.

Denise laughed. "You're falling prey to two things, Doc. First is a normalcy
bias. Trust me, I know what a normalcy bias is, I majored in philosophy. Just
because a thing has never happened to you, you think it can't. Just because
you've never been squeezed to submission, doesn't mean you can't be squeezed
to submission."

Kristie grunted a laugh, "What's the second thing?"

"You're also falling prey to my bodyscissors."

Denise squeezed.

Kristie groaned, straining desperately trying to escape. Her arms were snared
in Denise's and she couldn't budge them. This wasn't what was causing her
distress. It was the powerful thighs clamping down on her midriff that had her
in trouble. She watched the muscles ripple under the taut brown skin and felt
the crushing pressure return. She moaned despite herself. She braced her heels
on the mat and tried to squirm loose, but made no progress.

Denise squeezed.

The blonde strained, growing flushed as she resisted, but the long legs' grip
steadily increased. She wrenched and twisted.

Denise squeezed.

Kristie bared her teeth, willing herself to resist, but the pressure was too
much. She couldn't tap because the brunette had her arms immobilized. She
cried out "OK!" Denise relaxed her legs' grip.

"Had enough?" Denise again asked.

Kristie shook her head. "No way. Just getting warmed up. That's another about
the club. I'd just feel like we were getting started and they'd call it for
the day. What else ya got?"

Denise grinned broadly, "Way too much to show it all to you in a day. But
let's go through a couple more things."

The first of this couple, Kristie was to learn, was called a torture rack.
Stretched across the Greek's shoulders she would learn this also an apt title.

"If you've ever watched pro wrestling, you've had to have seen this hold,"
Denise explained. "It's showy, lets the wrestlers really mug it up. Once you
get your opponent up there, it's not that hard to keep her there. And it
doesn't have to be all that uncomfortable. Of course, when you and I wrestle,
it will be," Denise continued.

Once again, Kristie felt like her body was being pulled apart. Denise gripped
her chin to secure the hold, but applied pressure by pulling down on the
blonde's left thigh, forcing her hip and spine into hyperextension. Kristie
tried to use her hands to free the chin hold. Although Denise's grip wasn't
painful, it was firm and unyielding. Additionally, Kristie found that
struggling only intensified the stretch. She held still, helpless, as Denise
steadily increased the tension until she was forced to tap.

"Wardrobe malfunction," Denise said, nodding towards Kristie's chest after she
lowered the woman to the ground. Kristie found her bra had slid up over her
breasts. In her agony she hadn't noticed.

"Oopsie," she said, readjusting.

"It happens. Although not so much with you less blessed girls," Denise teased.

"Hey!" Kristie mock snarled as she covered herself.

"Alright, last fall of the day. Let's see what's left in the tank, Doc."

Kristie had been surprised at how much she had left and put up quite and
energetic struggle, even managing to secure the brunette again in her split
leg cradle pin."

"We're not doing pins this fall, Doc," Denise said.

"I know, just trying to keep you under control for a minute!" Kristie panted.

"Well, your minute is just about up," the brunette grunted, straining. This
time, their bodies completely slick with sweat, and Kristie drained from her
ordeal on the mat, Denise did break free.

"This one's gonna be simple. My arms, your core. It's more impressive when
we're both standing, but I have to admit, I'm kinda tired, and I just want you
done for today. One technique point, I'll make though. Notice how low my arms
are around your waist? I can feel the muscles of your hard little ass on the
bottoms of my arms. That lets me know I don't have any of your ribs.
Midsections are for squeezing. Ribs aren't. Got that?"

Kristie nodded, still trying to escape. She was on top of her opponent, with
her opponent's back on the mat. In her previous wrestling experience, that was
the goal. Not now though. Denise's arms wrapped her midriff in a crushing
embrace. She squirmed, mindless now that not only her top had been dislodged,
but so had Denise's. She tried to reach the hands locked behind her back to
break the hold. That's when Denise flexed.

Kristie felt her body arch, lifting off her opponent. The bronze arms around
her waist rippled as they cinched around her, squeezing her abdomen against
Denise's breasts. She fought to prevent the air from being forced from her
lungs in a groan of agony. She thought the woman's legs would cut her in half
earlier in the bodyscissors, but this hug was even more powerful. Her legs
flailed helplessly on the mat, her spine locked in a rigid arch as the squeeze
continued.

Denise watched from below as she poured all her energy into her back,
shoulders, chest, and arms. The blonde's body bowed backwards by the force of
Denise's crush. Her skin flushed, glistening with sweat stretched tightly over
well defined musculature. The veins in her neck, arms, shoulders all distended
as shestrained, and her pert little breasts thrust proudly out beneath the
woman's bra. Kristie's head, initially arched back as well, now slowly tilted
forward as the blonde weakened. Teeth bared, she panted rapidly as her eyes
locked with Denise's.

"Damn!" the brunette thought, "Even in agony she looks amazing." She could
also see how determined the woman was to resist. Denise continued the savage
squeeze, watching the woman grow ever more flushed but the flinty stare didn't
break. Denise finally relaxed her muscles, loosening the hug. The blonde
sagged, collapsing limply on top of her. She lay there, gasping for breath but
not moving. Denise drew deep breaths but otherwise lay motionless under her
opponent.

"I give," Kristie whispered. They lay there quite some time. Kristie felt the
Greek's hands unclasp and her arms slid to her sides. The blonde rolled off
and lay on her back, trembling and breathing deeply.

"That was very promising, Doc," the brunette said, still on her back, gaze up
at the ceiling. "So, interested in continuing? I've got news for you," Denise
said.

Kristie nodded, gasping for breath. "Yeah, but give me a minute. What news?"

"You passed the audition."

"Audition?" the blonde breathed, puzzled.

"I'm not hard-up for work, Doc. I've got plenty of potential clients. But I'm
pretty selective. What I've seen today makes me want to continue with you."

Kristie smiled. "Cool, I guess, though I'm not sure how i'm going to walk
tomorrow."

"Stiffly, slowly ... "

Kristie laughed. "So, what're your rates?"

"You couldn't afford me. Good news, though, I'm giving you the price break
reserved for molecular biologists. There will be a substantial amount of sweat
required, ATP as well, but as far as money, how's free work for you?"

"That's right in my budget," Kristie panted, locking eyes with the brunette.
With a wry smile she asked "ATP? what do you know about ATP?"

"I was a double major. Philosophy and Biochemistry. It'd be a poor reflection
on my alma mater I didn't remember at least adenosine triphosphate. I
obviously didn't pursue my studies to the degree you did, but ... "

Kristie grinned, "Badass with brains. I'm heading into the deep end, huh?"

"Oh yeah."