Teaching Manners For Momma By Gerbil Seventeen year old Jan wrestles cross-town rival jerk Jan pulled on the lock for the third time, but the combination still wasn't right. She slammed her fist against the gym locker, and cursed, "Damit, what is wrong with me?" She took a deep breath, then slowly started to move the combination back and forth and the lock released successfully. It wasn't like Jan to be forgetful or to get flustered. She had been wrestling since she was 7 years old, and had wrestled two years on her varsity high school team. She had one major fault and that was; she hated to lose. Her season had been a perfect 4-0 to this point, but the coach made a decision, which could put her perfect season in jeopardy. Dave Williams had broken his arm in a match against the "Raiders" and the coach had decided that Jan would replace him, and move Reggie Tyler up from JV to take her weight class. The only problem was that Dave was 30 pounds heavier than Jan's 132 pounds, so she would be wrestling way out of her weight class, and a Senior, Jim Bartlett, who was the reigning State Champ at 162 pounds. Coach didn't have a replacement for Dave and had to take a chance with Jan or forfeit the match. She opened the locker then removed her cheer leading uniform, which she had worn for the afternoon pep rally. She stood in her bra and panties as she placed the top and short skirt neatly on the hooks. She had grown accustomed to switching from uniform to uniform and running from this practice to that practice because she was involved and excelled in every athletic activity offered. Wrestling had been her one true love though ever since she had first hit the mat and pinned her first opponent. She hated the loneliness of dressing in the girls' locker room and couldn't really understand the fuss boys made over her body. When she was thirteen, her mother tried to stop her from taking part in so many sports and told her that boys feel intimidated by muscular athletic girls, but Jan had found this to be totally bad advice. Barely a day went by when she was not approached by someone who wanted to arm wrestle, or feel her flexed hard biceps. Her muscles also did not prevent her from being elected Homecoming Queen, a first for a freshman 15-year-old. She looked at her now 17-year-old body in the mirror, and combined with the noticeable muscle were full round breasts, and a round muscular buttocks supported by shapely calves and thighs. She much preferred to be admired for here wrestling abilities than her God-given gift of beauty, because her wins she could call her own, through all her hard work and dedication. She hooked the mandatory padded sports bra which she was required to wear for protection, then drew the tee shirt over her head. She hated the fact that because she was a female; she was not allowed to wear just the form fitting tank top that the male wrestlers wore. Stepping into the green and gold uniform, she pulled it up over her legs and torso then secured the straps over her shoulders. She put her protective headgear on and lifted and drew the blond ponytail through an opening in the back. She checked the clock on the wall and realized that she only had a half-hour to warm up, before the matches started. She grabbed her socks and shoes and jogged out to the gym, where her teammates were already warming up. The small gym was filled to capacity because Jan's Westside Falcons and the cross-town rival Ravens despised each other. Jan proceeded to warm up with jumping jacks, push- ups and neck bridges, then worked on some takedowns and escapes with Johnny Walker. The Falcons moved to their side of the mat and let the visiting Ravens warm up as cheerleaders from both sides were already working their followers into a frenzy. Jan smiled and waved to her mother, who had grudgingly come to accept having a unique, muscular daughter, and never missed one of her matches. She then looked to the mat and came eye to eye with Jim Bartlett. He had jet-black hair which hung loosely across his forehead, and an equally dark moustache and goatee. A gold loop hung from his left ear, and he had a large tattoo on his massive right arm with a picture of Whiley Coyote strangling the Roadrunner. Above the picture were the words "Beep Beep", and below was written "Your Ass." Jan looked from the tattoo, back to his eyes, and was ashamed that she had to look away. She had lost the first round. She tried to continue to stretch and keep her mind on listening to what the coach was telling the team, but she could feel Bartlett's eyes drilling a whole through her. The Ravens finished warming up and went to their chairs lined up along the gray mat. The matches began, and every time Jan looked over to the Ravens side, Bartlett was slouching back in his chair staring at her with a smug grin on his face. Each time he would catch her looking, he would casually point to his crotch and wink at her, or actually grab his crotch. Jan just looked away each time and tried to quiet her nerves and calm the tension in her stomach. Eight matches took place before Jan's and the score was tied, with three matches to go. The Falcons were almost guaranteed a win in the Unlimited class. John Tompkins was 6'3" 250 pounds of undefeated muscle, and would have no problem defeating his smaller foe. They were likely to lose the match before him though, because although Bob Robbins was improving, he was still a 176-pound sophomore and was taking on an experienced Ravens' senior. Jan calculated the outcomes of the remaining matches in her head, and the added pressure of probably deciding the outcome for her school made her stomach churn that much more. The time had come, and she moved out to the center of the mat to greet the on-coming Raven opponent. He had five inches over Jan's 5'4", and although Jan was a vision of female muscularity which could be seen even under her taut tee-shirt and wrestling uniform, she seemed dwarfed by his thick arms, legs, and massive neck. They squared off after getting instructions from the referee, and locked hands behind each other's necks at the command to wrestle. Bartlett successfully went for a single leg takedown, and Jan found herself momentarily on her back, close to a pin in only 20 seconds. She was able to form a bridge with her head and feet on the mat and arched her body to keep her shoulders from touching. She then flipped over onto her stomach, but Bartlett was riding her and remained in control. He had her left arm painfully twisted behind her back. and his right leg held her right arm firmly trapped against her body. His head was right and her ear and she could feel his warm breath as he began to talk to her. "Does the little girl like rolling around with big boys? You want to be taken don't you?" Jan couldn't believe what she was hearing as she struggled valiantly against his hold. She was able to free her one arm and drag herself to her knees, but her broke her arm down once again and came down full force on her, spreading her legs wide with his own, feeling his crotch against her captured buttocks. "I got you right where I want you babe, and right where you want to be. Does the thought of my big cock forced into your little pussy excite you? I know it does, and I can have you anytime I want you can't I?" "That's right, struggle a little more. I like that." Jan tried to sit-out for an escape, but he was able to counter everything that she attempted in addition to constantly bombarding her with his verbal abuse. The second period was not much different than the first, and although the score was 7-0, Jan somehow managed to keep from getting pinned. The third and final period started and Jan was on the bottom. She was once again taken down. Bartlett surprised her and twisted her to her back, but she was able to keep one shoulder off the mat and used all her strength to flip back over onto her stomach. Once again the lusting whispers started with only two minutes remaining. "Not bad sweat meat. I can't wait to meet you out of here and show you how I can really treat a woman." Jan struggled mightily, but time was running out and she was running out of ideas. "I saw you waving to that nice looking lady in the stands. Is that your Mommy?" Jan's body became erect from her prone, captured position and her heart began to pump faster as he continued. "I'll bet she is great in the sack. Do you think she would like my big cock rammed in her mouth?...Maybe her sweet hot pu.... With a primal scream, Jan roared and surprised Bartlett by twisting her body out from under him, leaving him flat on her stomach. She rose to her feet, and as he was rising she rushed at him and took him down to his back as the crowd roared their encouragement. She was able to get his legs in a painful, wrenching grapevine and she took pleasure in his cry of pain as she simultaneously tried to pin his shoulders. She was in a zone, finding strength and will which even she didn't know she possessed. She was nearing his second shoulder to the mat, but was in no real hurry, because she knew she had him, and wanted to do some talking of her own. She rubbed her crotch against his, and began to sensuously lick and nibble at his ear. "That's right big man, struggle a little more. I kind of like it, and you do too...I can feel it." Jan was right. Although Bartlett was in extreme pain, he was getting an erection, which was noticeable even with the cup he was wearing. Jan had him under total control and was humiliating him in front of everyone in the stands who started laughing and chanting "Bo-ner" "Bo-ner." Yeah, it's nice knowing you want me, and even nicer knowing that I could have your balls on a platter anytime I want them. If you ever say another word about my mother, or come near her or me, I will tear your balls off barehanded and feed them too you. Understood?.... I said understood?" The ref slammed the mat signaling a pin and the crowd went ecstatic. Bartlett signaled that he understood, and Jan rose and placed a foot on his crotch bringing another loud cheer from the crowd. She moved toward the gym floor as Bartlett continued to try and catch his wind, lying on the mat with his legs spread wide. Jan turned and formed a makeshift gun with her hand. Index finger pointed out and thumb up, she aimed it at his crotch and went "POW." She blew the smoke from her finger, turned and went in to grab her shower.