Violet wrestles Nikki--her first real test
C. James
My girlfriend proves her power on the mat

  My fondness for physically aggressive women was fueled largely  by an 
early relationship.  Prior to meeting Violet, I'd had to rely solely on 
my imaginative powers to fashion the kind of  woman that caused my knees 
to melt and my groin throb.  And just what kind of woman was that.  
Well, the kind of Amazonic beauty who could through sheer superior 
physicality reduce a typical male to abject servility.  And that was 
precisely the type of woman Violet had become. 
  A volatile mixture of Mexican and Sioux Indian blood, Violet had 
always had an aggressive and dominant nature.  But only until she met 
me, these qualities had remained submerged.  It was during the earliest 
period of our relationship that I realized her potential.  Though short 
in stature, at 5-4",  her natural strength and stamina became obvious.  
It was evidenced first during our spirited sexual foreplay as we would 
wrestle playfully on the mattress.  Much to my surprise, she would 
overcome my great advantage in terms of weight and overall size. Often I 
would find myself on the defensive as she would wriggle out from beneath 
me and mount a ferocious counterattack.  
  Long before stepping inside a gym, Violet's awesome thigh-power often 
came into play.  While she was no match for my upper-body strength in 
those earliest days, her thickly developed thighs were very much 
equalizers.  As our foreplay rushed excitedly toward the much 
anticipated act, her thighs would more often than not capture me in a 
scissors.  I would be facing her, positioned on my knees and straining 
to thrust forward to claim my prize.  But for all my strenuous efforts, 
she seemed almost relaxed.  She would just lie there on her back 
grinning while those enormous brown thighs of hers held me at bay.  For 
as long as she wished, she could scissor me helpless.  And as long as I 
remained passive, admitting that she was in control, there was 
relatively little pain. She would simply rock my body back and forth in 
a playful manner. 
  It was quite a different story whenever I attempted to escape.  And I 
loved to try.  First, I'd push down on her thighs or reach back and try 
to separate her ankles.  Then suddenly, she would straighten her legs 
and I'd instantly feel the crush bearing down on my ribs as she punished 
my defiance with a burst of pressure.  She understood how to work the 
bodyscissors with intermittent squeezing bursts of power.  After all, 
I'd gone to great lengths to teach her.  Violet's grin widened as she 
heard me groan.  The groan was all the proof she needed.  Arching her 
back off the mattress, she mustered all the power she could as she shook 
my body with a succession of jolting squeezes. 
  Before long I'd fold from breathless exhaustion and Violet would then 
effortlessly roll me onto my back where she would mount my prone body.  
Straddling my torso with those terrible thighs, her hands went to work 
as she peeled my shorts down.  The rest was pure pleasure. 
  After numerous bouts on the bed, it was clear that she had the raw 
potential to become a serious competitive wrestler.  And I conviced her 
to begin regular strength training at a local spa.  I also invested in 
some actual wrestling mats and began working out with her.  She took to 
the training eagerly and within the first several months, I noticed 
great improvement in every area.  In particular, her upper-body strength 
increased as I could no longer overpower her hand to hand.  It wasn't 
long before she was benching 200 pounds for reps. But in spite of these 
gains, her most deadly weapon remained her legs.  And we focused special 
attention on enhancing the power of her already powerful thighs. 
  In a little under six months, her thighs expanded the tape from 24 to 
over 26 inches.  In fact, Violet soon became a popular gym attraction as 
she performed 500 pound squats and 1200 pound leg presses while an awe-
struck audience gathered round.  She relished the attention and worked 
all the harder as she pumped the heavier weights.  Of course, this type 
of rigorous conditioning also had the effect of bulking her up a bit as 
her overall body weight increased from a somewhat "soft" 129 pounds to a 
brick solid weight of 142.  And even though I still outweighed her by 
some 80 pounds or so, she could more than hold her own with me on the 
mat. 
  And whenever she wrapped my head or body in one of her scissor holds, 
I would suddenly be slapping and kicking at the mat and pleading for her 
to release me.  Not even a 230 pound man coud long endure the incredible 
pain of her scissor holds.  But neither of us would be satisfied with 
her progress until we could actually test her against an actual female 
opponent.  And despite her amazing prowess, I was careful not to rush 
her into a situation where she would be overmatched.  She lacked real 
experience against someone determined to defeat her. But we also had to 
find someone capable of giving her a challenge.  And I was certain that 
few women her size would present much of a challenge.  Because of these 
factors, it took some time before I settled on an opponent. 
  The truth is, I approached several women.  All of them were 
considerably larger than Violet, but they seemed reluctant once they 
caught a glimpse of her.  Finally, it was a tough-looking  brunette 
named Nikki who agreed to face Violet on the mat.  With a background in 
powerlifting and bodybuilding, Nikki seemed the perfect choice.  And at 
5-9" and 170 pounds, she didn't lack size.  And she had recently begun 
to wrestle in what were termed "submission-style" wrestling matches.   
When I asked her how much experience she had, Nikki bragged that she'd 
beaten three much more experienced women.  Her matches had been arranged 
by a well-known firm that produced "real" women's wrestling videos.  
Nikki didn't seem all that impressed by Violet who she though was "kinda 
small" to be going up against the likes of her.  "You're sure you don't 
mind if I beat-up your girlfriend," she asked with a cocky grin.  "Not a 
problem," I promised.  "But I have a feeling that she'll have something 
to say about that." 
  And Violet certainly did.  "This one's gonna be for you.  I can't wait 
to take her down," she vowed. Fortunately, Nikki didn't object to 
wrestling at our private basement gym and even consented to let me 
document this historic match on video.  Violet looked stunning in her 
simple black sports bra and matching lycra shorts while Nikki elected to 
wear a skimpy red bikini which I thought may have been a serious mistake 
if the going got too rough.  But I had to admit that the buxom brunette 
looked even bigger as she stood next to Violet waiting for me to signal 
the beginning of the match. 
  Violet seemed slightly tense as the match began and was surprised when 
Nikki flew at her from across the mat.  They collided and grappled body 
to body before Nikki whipped Violet into a standing headlock.  Violet 
struggled to maintain her feet, but the taller, heavier Nikki bore down 
on her neck and slowly took her down to the mat.  The bigger woman's 
bicep eclipsed Violet's contorted face as the headlock tortured her.  
Violet appeared almost tiny as she lay helpless beneath Nikki.  If there 
was any doubt about Nikki's power, the headlock removed it.  And I 
zoomed the camera into Violet's face as she strained to free her head.   
Hearing her muffled moans left me feeling nearly as helpless. 
   Somehow, with a sudden twist, Violet's head popped free from Nikki's 
deadly grasp.  She pounced on Nikki's back and they rolled in a tangle 
of limbs to the edge of the mat where once again, Nikki's superior 
weight and upper-body strength prevailed.  And when the dust cleared, 
Nikki sat astride Violet's chest.  She was going for the school-boy pin 
as she tried to control Violet's flailing arms.  Unable to restrain 
myself, I shouted, "bridge....buck her off."  And sure enough, Violet 
remembered what to do.  What a magnificent bridge, I thought, as she 
arched completely off the mat.  Moments later, Nikki tumbled off her and 
Violet sprang at her with catlike quickness.  Their heads came together 
with a crash and for a moment or two, they were both dazed.  But Violet 
recovered her senses first and draped herself over Nikki's back.  With 
Nikki's head perilously close to her thighs, Violet hugged Nikki's waist  
and waited for the opportunity.  Nikki tried to keep her head down in a 
turtle's position as to avoid Violet's grasping thighs.  But finally, 
her head was suddenly snatched as Violet muscled her head deep between 
her thighs.  Almost instantly, Nikki began shrieking in pain as Violet 
secured and tightened the scissors. 
  I moved in for a closeup as Nikki tasted Violet's real power for the 
first time.  Violet didn't forget to work the bearhug and the 
combination hold brought the big brunette down to the mat on her side.  
As her situation grew more desperate, Nikki sensed that if she were to 
survive, she would have to break the scissors immediately.   In less 
than ten seconds she was groggy and on the verge of passing out.  
Fortunately for her, she was able to use her long reach to latch onto 
Violet's toes.  Suddenly, it was Violet who I heard screaming as Nikki 
bent her toes backward.  The match was getting rough as Nikki broke the 
scissors and then clubbed Violet with a forearm to the base of her neck.  
Violet pitched forward onto her stomach as I protested.  "Hey, that's 
not kosher," I yelled. Nikki just shrugged as she slid her weight onto 
Violet's back.  Then,  lacing her fingers under Violets chin, she 
brutally tugged and yanked her head backward into a camel-clutch.  Nikki 
hissed through gritted teeth as she fully intended to break Violet's 
neck in this dangerous hold. 
  Violet could only claw frantically at Nikki's hands and arms as the 
camel-clutch prevented her from even screaming.  "Okay...that's 
enough...she submits," I shouted.  I felt totally humiliated as I 
dropped the video camera and rushed to Violet's side.  And I just pissed 
off enough to take a poke at Nikki for her foul tactics.  I even 
considered calling an end to the match, but it was Violet who stopped 
me.  "Don't worry.  I can take care of myself.  I can play rough too."  
  "No.  You'll be playing into her hands.  Keep it clean." 
       "Fine.  But it's really up to her," Violet said as I handed her a 
glass of water. 
  Nikki was feeling on top of the world.  "What's wrong?  Has your 
girlfriend had enough?"  Violet glared back over at her nemesis.  "He 
doesn't have anything to say about it.  It's over when I say it is." 
Nikki laughed.  "Okay, I can arrange that." 
  I pointed over at Nikki.  "Look...this is supposed to be wrestling, 
not streetfighting.  No more dirty stuff," I said sternly. 


  Nikki just smirked.  And judging from how the next fall started, it 
appeared as if a street brawl was imminent.   Nikki started where she'd 
left off as she moved behind Violet, grabbed her around the waist and 
then lifted her off her feet.  Then, with far more force than necessary, 
she slammed her down to the matt on her butt. Violet looked a bit shaken 
as Nikki applied a borderline choke hold from behind.  Not content to 
merely throttle Violet to death, Nikki clamped on a bodyscissors for 
good measure.  Worse yet, Nikki began whispering taunts into her 
victim's ear. 
  "So, you still think your legs are stronger than mine.  Well, think 
again." 
  And Violet did look pitifully small between Nikki's big, beefy thighs.  
  "Ready to give it up?  You'd better before I squeeze the crap right 
out of you." 
  The tarunting remarks must have lit a fire under Violet as she threw a 
elbow straight back into Nikki's gut.  The big girl grunted as a second 
elbow plowed into her chin.  She then flew backward flat on her back as 
if  struck by a bullet.  A reddish trickle of blood oozed from her lips 
as Violet took control.  Covering her foe like a human canopy, Violet 
wrapped both arms around Nikki's head.  A partially muffled scream 
erupted from Nikki as her legs were grapevined.  Violet pressed her 
chest harder into Nikki's face.  Her thighs trembled with power as the 
grapevine spread Nikki's legs to the limit.  It occurred to Violet that 
she could actually splinter her legs with the hold so she backed off 
just a little.  But then she intensified the punishment by slamming her 
pelvis repeatedly into Nikki's solar-plexus.  BIFF....BAFF...BIFF... the 
pelvic blasts battered Nikki's belly.  Great gusting gasps could be 
heard from somewhere underneath Violet. 
  Instants later, Nikki slapped at the mat desperately with both hands.  
This was the unmistakable signal of surrender and Violet rolled off the 
beaten Nikki.  But the devastation of the grapevine had taken a terrible 
toll.  It was all Nikki could do to crawl off the mat and wobble 
unsteadily across the mat.  As she rubbed a towel over her still 
bleeding mouth, I reminded her that she had three minutes until the next 
fall.  The contrast between how she appeared now and how arrogant she'd 
been after the first fall was amazing. 
  "She's all mine now," Violet said as she downed a small glass of 
water.  "She doesn't have anything left," she observed.  And I couldn't 
disagree as I watched a very pale and shaky Nikki face Violet once more 
on the mat. With her hands casually on her hips, Violet waited until I 
shouted "wrestle."  Then, lunging at Nikki, she took the taller woman by 
the hair and yanked her head down into a headlock.  Nikki seemed 
lifeless as she collapsed to the mat under Violet.  She soon abandoned 
the headlock, scooted behind Nikki and wrenched both arms behind her in 
a double chicken-wing.  However, this was only the beginning of the end 
as she quickly combined a bodyscissors, locking her lethal legs around 
Nikki's ample waist. 
  "Now you're going to find out just how strong my legs really are," 
purred Violet into Nikki's ear. 
  Five seconds later and it looked as though Nikki were having a violent 
convulsion as her body literally shook with the power of the scissors.  
Her head flopped back and whined in pain.  Violet's hamstrings flexed 
larger and larger with each sustained squeeze.  
  "So, how about it, honey?  Just who is gonna squeeze the crap outta 
who?" she whispered. 
  Why Nikki didn't submit was a mystery.  It was also a terrible 
mistake.  Because Violet lay back on the mat, squinted her eyes shut and 
concentrated on severing Nikki in half with the scissors.  Strangely, 
Nikki wasn't even whining anymore.  She just sat like a mute lump 
between Violet's thighs.  Then, without a single indication from Nikki, 
Violet released her victim.  Nikki just sort of slumped sideways, her 
torso twisted at an odd angle,her head and face drooping just inches off 
the mat.  For several terrifying seconds it seemed as though she may 
have actually been squeezed to death.  Even Violet showed concern as she 
kneeled over her  and gently patted her face. 
  Slowly, Nikki came around and we tried to help her to her feet.  But 
the slightest movement caused her to cry out and reach for her ribs.  
She was having a difficult time breathing and it soon became clear that 
a call to the paramedics was in order.  Later that evening, a call to 
the hospital confirmed that Nikki was suffering from two fractured ribs.  
  "I knew that she'd passed out or something," Violet mused.  "Sure, I 
wanted to put some hurt on her . . . but breaking her ribs . . . I had 
no idea." 
   And we both decided that it would be a nice gesture to help with her 
medical bills.