A Very Special Match By A-Man The battle of the sexes The spector of a modern "Battle of the Sexes" Wrestling Match has intrigued people for a some time. At some point in history there must have been such a contest to determine the roles of men and women. In that match, we all know the outcome. However today, would that still be the case, in a match between a world champion male and female contender. To answer this question, a special match has been set-up between male and female combatants. The male enters the ring to uphold the mantle of universal male supremacy in this "Battle of the Sexes" wrestling bout. The male combatant has openly stated, he could never accept female physical equality, with the weaker sex. Even more ridiculous was the concept of female domination. the champion, or Iron Man as he is known, contends the concept of female domination, is merely a voluntary state of mind by the male, in which he gives control to a female. she can only physically take control, if he wishes her too. It is purely an imaginary state of mind. To be otherwise convinced, he would have to be defeated physically to believe such wild, absurd theories regarding female supremacy. If the male is victorious tonight it will be a victory for the status quo, the accepted belief that such competition between equally matched combatants of opposite sexes is a farce.Two gladiators will enter a closed stadium and only one will leave victorious. This match will feature two distinctly different, yet qualified opponents. The Iron Man considers himself a true Adonis, with a solid muscular build, certainly well qualified to defeat a woman. this spartan feels more than a match for any woman, as no male opponent has ever beaten him. Carla, the female opponent, is very feminine, and has boasted, before she is through with him, she will make him a believer not only female equality, but also female domination. Oddsmakers would make him the heavy favorite because he was the MAN, supposedly physically superior to the female in combat; while also enjoying a 50 lb. weight advantage. This Battle of The Sexes will be, a two out of three fall bout for the wrestling championship. There will be no spectators or referees. Just these two combatants will enter the ring and only one competitor will leave victorious. The male champion enters with his traditional royal blue trunks, an imposing, supremely confident, ominous figure of destruction 6'4" weighing in at 248 lb. His superior glare of confidence alone would make any opponent think twice about entering the ring with him. He is positively deadly with his finely chiseled physique and his extremely confident air that he can not only defeat her, he will make sure she will regret challenging a champion. The only doubts in his mind are how long will it take and how much fight, she can give him? He cannot wait to thoroughly humiliate her and physically demolish this upstart opponent. The champion trained solely with male opponents as he felt there is not a woman on earth who belongs in a wrestling ring with a wrestler of his caliber. Carla, then enters the ring in a sensual, sizzling, revealing, black thong bikini, which immediately draws the attention of her male opponent. Obviously one of her tactics will be to distract him. It works! He has never fought a woman before and she wants to use this fact to her advantage. She is a visually gorgeous combination of strength and beauty. Not overly muscular, but firmly toned, graceful, trim and 100% feminine. Weighing in at 190 at a height 5' 11" she also has a confident air about her. Her 40" ample breasts hold his eyes captive, as her bikini tries to restrain them by the barest of margins. It will be hard for him to concentrate on such a beautiful, sensual opponent. She lets him take in the full view of her glorious figure. She is also undefeated, having beaten both men and woman of various shapes and sizes, although none were as big as the brute in her path tonight. There will be no submissions, only the pinning of an opponent will determine a clear victor. There must be no doubt as to the winner in this match. Each opponent sizes up the other... they are ready. They move to the center of the ring...... The two gladiators circle each other, carefully mapping out their strategy. She playfully dances around her clumsy opponent. He tries to forget how attractive and sensual she truly is. As they lock arms it is apparent that indeed, he is physically stronger. This test of strength gives a clear advantage to the champion. The Iron Man smirks and grins, as his opponent, begins to weaken. His brute strength forces her to the mat. He is in control as she drops to the map. The helpless female cannot counter the brute strength of the champion. He is a wild man on a mission, as he forces her shoulders toward the mat. This is almost too easy! His Herculean strength encounters minimal resistance from his opponent. Using all of his power, he brings her shoulders slowly to the mat towards certain victory. Finally her shoulders are pinned. The first fall is over... he has won! The Iron Man is ecstatic in his victory and feels invincible. It was just as he knew it would be, his female opponent lying prone at his feet, beaten by a superior wrestler. The noble gladiator struts around the ring, in which, he is now the master. No female could ever defeat me, he boasts. He informs her he is just getting warmed up and will not be merciful in the next fall and will make her severely regret accepting this match. While sweating profusely and breathing heavily, it is only then that he notices the condition his opponent. She is still fresh, cool and still smiling with a confident look. Carla congratulates him for his victory. The champion snarls back, he will destroy her in the next fall. This belt is mine bitch, just try and take it, if you can, screamed the champ. How can it be, there is no sense of defeat in her face at all. What confidence or foolhardiness she possesses. There is no fear in her eyes... only fire. Male 1 - Female 0 ......The Second fall The second fall is indeed, another story. Carla uses skill and speed to keep her male opponent at bay. She seemingly will not allow herself to be caught and trapped again with his superior strength. The Iron Man is bearing down wildly and cannot seem to get a grip on her, as he did in the first fall. He is frustrated and angry and certainly not focused as he was before. His anger begins to work against him. Her initial strategy appears to be to keep away and test his stamina. Finally, Carla senses he is slowing down. Becoming a lumbering gorilla while she is maintaining her agility and speed, he is becoming dizzy just trying to pursue her. She is the cheetah, always dashing out of his reach. Each hold he attempts to apply is useless, as she escapes before he can truly apply the needed lethal force and power. He is a wild bull and she is the matador finessing him into her trap. Her strategy is now obvious, to slow him down and tire him out. It is clearly working. Now she stands before him, a much more, stationary target. The mad bull charges and dives at her waist, but alas, she has once again stepped out of his grasp. Again and again he lunges for her, but she is too fast. In frustration, he swings his fists wildly, connecting only with air. Even the punches that do get thru lack the force and power to hurt her. Her eyes are ablaze as she now sees him as her target. He is like the lamb being led to slaughter. when he begins to finally visibly tire enough for her satisfaction, she changes tactics. Its far too late when he finally realizes her ploy. Now, she is too quick and he is too tired. Carla no longer seems to be retreating, quite the opposite ... she is now the aggressor! The Iron Man is trying to avoid her, as she seems to have totally changed her personality and she advances as if possessed. She unleashes a barrage of lefts and rights which do connect. Carla's fists sink into his once hard exterior further and further. He is certainly on the short end of this exchange. He backs up hoping to catch his breath and get a second wind. She stalks him again waiting for the moment to unleash more of her feminine power. Finally the moment arrives as he backs into a corner, she strikes like a swift feline predator. Carla flips him over using the force of his own weight against him. She is now on top of a very surprised male. Now in control she has bagged her prey. asserting herself, she applies a devastating scissors hold. Her powerful thighs lock around his waist, and literally take his breath away. She wants him to realize just how powerful she is and she wants him to fully understand, his attempts to defeat her will be futile. Her legs feel like iron around his mid- section. She shakes him and bounces him around like a like a discarded toy. Too his utter disbelief, he cannot break the hold. She wears him down to almost total exhaustion. Carla is now like a tigress toying with her prey. Almost letting him escape her scissors hold around his waist, she recaptures him another brutal hold. The Iron Man is captive in a vice-like full-nelson. When the challenger releases her full-nelson, she gleefully watches him try to crawl away. This cannot be the same arrogant male from the first fall,can it? Oh no little boy, I'm not done yet, she says and recaptures him with her legs, in an excruciating neck scissors. Slowly, Carla seems to devour her opponent as he disappears between those magnificent thighs. Finally she tires of this cat and mouse game and decides it is time to finish him. She takes joy in seeing the fear in his eyes. Carla released her scissor hold, leaving her opponent collapsed, flat on his back, gasping for air. A school-boy pin is now in order as Carla mounts this would-be pompous champion. His pleading, terrified, pitiful expression only adds to her excitement. Slowly she forces his shoulders down to the mat, savoring every moment. She is totally turned on by his weak feeble attempts to escape. The champion is helpless. He frantically tries to fight back. she is now in control. He tries with all his power to push her off, but her grapevine is more than he can handle. He hears her derisive laughing voice taunting him, demanding he fight harder. She is absolutely relentless and devastating, forcing his shoulders down, until they are are firmly, undeniably and completely pinned to the mat. Her power has totally crushed him, he can hardly breathe. He is not only pinned, but also, completely, humiliated. He can only wonder how she did it. Carla continued her devilish laugh and taunted him, as she went back to her corner. She knew she had convincingly defeated him, both physically and mentally. The wisdom of her psychological as well as physical attack bore undeniable results. After the second fall, there was some definite fear and confusion in the eyes of the male champ and maybe even some doubt doubt about his superiority. The Iron man is somewhat disoriented. His world has been turned upside down. Could this fantasy end with his defeat? She is in much better shape than him, quicker, more skilled, possibly as strong and now her endurance gives her a clear advantage. Her knowledge of wrestling was something the male champion never really worried about ...until now. He'll be sure not to under estimate her in this final fall. He must be careful, not quite so cocky. In the ten minute allotted break between falls, each wrestler plans their final strategy. As they waited for the next fall the champion began to wonder if just maybe, she let him win the first fall. Could she be that cunning? Then her victory over an opponent, who thinks himself unbeatable, would make the victory much more satisfying. She would thoroughly enjoy crushing and humiliating him, little by little to destroy his male mystique. The thought of her standing above him holding his championship belt would now be more than enough to send him to victory. Male 1 - Female 1 ...... And Now The Deciding Fall Now the final fall to determine the victor. They each advance cautiously to the center of the ring. She is still smiling confidently. There is a puzzled look on the face of the male champion although he continues his outward macho bravado. This is to mask his doubts. This is much more than a wrestling match, this is his worst nightmare. He, now faces physical defeat at the hands of a supposedly weaker opponent, a mere woman. The shame of it! A very sexy and erotic woman, not some she-male weight-lifter. After continuing to circle each other they advance. The Iron Man realizes defeat is not an option, he becomes the raging wild bull again. He sees the black bikini and charges. They meet in the center of the ring for a classic test of strength. they lock wrists and he is amazed at her strength. She does not collapse, as she is no longer in awe of his power: this time will be different. One minute passes... now two. What goes thru the minds of two opponents, eye-ball to eye-ball, each needing to gain the advantage. Is it fear, anger, pain.... or possibly all of the above? 5 Full minutes have elapsed and they are still eye to eye. He knows she has sapped his strength and there is no reserve left to draw from. At the eight minute mark, Carla notices the first sign of weakness... his eyes no longer meet hers. He has looked away from her powerful glare. It seems, he is looking elsewhere for help, but there is none to come. His weakness, is now her strength. The Amazon warrior senses this and going for it all, pours it on. His knees begin to tremble wildly and buckle under her majestic force. The Iron Man valiantly tries to hold on, but cannot stem the tide. Now the dye is cast as he.... begins to sink. Down past those glowing, fiery determined tigress eyes which show no sign of mercy or pity. there is only contempt. sinking further past her burning nostrils which now sensed the scent of sweet victory and the stench of another male loser. Sinking further past her sensuous smile which revealed her total delight of his woeful plight. As he slips past her delicious smile she whispers in a soft, erotic voice, good fight, but you never really had a chance. She then laughs out loud as he sinks further. His descent to defeat continued, past those marvelous mounds of flesh that were now fully erect and heaving with the excitement of the moment. Her bikini top became loose and fell, as her opponent's sorry face knocked it off on his way down. Carla was almost glowing in a delicate glaze of sweat, which he was unable to appreciate in his current predicament. Down past her mid-drift and glorious bikini bottom, protector of her most intimate shrine. He would never discover the treasure which lies beneath. it was not a place befitting despised, vanquished losers. finally he was on his knees before his Amazon conqueror. Carla now released his wrists and he fell exhausted to the mat. She stepped behind him. He was breathing heavily, down on all fours, though not moving much. Carla bent over from behind applied another brutal full-nelson, her breasts almost squeezing the air from his burning parched, lungs. Far to exhausted, he is unable to resist or fight back. One wonders, how can she still be so fresh and seemingly getting stronger.She stands behind him with her python like choke hold turning her opponent a slightly hellish tint of purple. She keeps total control and easily forces him down to the mat. There is almost no more resistance from him. She can apply any hold at will. She now slides her legs down to encircle his waist again and air becomes even more scarce. He fully realizes this is his last chance to fight back or he is finished. The champion knows full well that if he cannot break free now, he is finished. From the Greek gods he summons up the strength of Hercules and begins to buck like a wild stallion. Amazingly, after the beating he has taken, he almost breaks free of this hold, knowing full well this is his last stand. This is the moment when heroes are crowned or lost. Carla using her own strength enjoys each and every moment of his crazed attempts to escape. This is the most fun I've had yet, she screams. She prods him on, come on, fight me... give me some real resistance, man. She has taken his best shot and not given an inch. Slowly even the strength of the gods is drained and this mere mortal male is doomed. "Come on, try it again" she laughed. He never dreamed it could come to this. He almost hears her cat-like purring as she alternately tightens and loosens the vice now encircling his waist. She was enjoying this immensely as her game was great fun. It seemed forever that she held that hold, draining whatever fight that was left in her opponent. She shook him again like a rag-doll and informed him that he is no longer fun. the end was near. She wanted to make 100% certain there would not be any claim of a fluke victory. The champion was being given every opportunity to win, even though he realized that he could not defeat this fabulous warrior. Sensing her play thing was on the verge of passing out or dying, she gently drew his head between her perfect thighs. The spider was trapping him in her web with no escape. if it was her desire to, she could suffocate him here and now, but that is not how this match was designed to end. A pin-down victory was needed and she informed him, he would be pinned in a most humiliating and degrading fashion. He stared at her with a blank expression. There was not the slightest hint of any male bravado anymore. There was no more resistance from the once proud male. The IronMan was done. She released her beaten opponent. He just laid motionless, flat on his back, barely conscious, sucking in air. He could however still hear her commanding voice describing his finish. Carla sat on his chest and laughingly informed him that the match would be ended with a special pin. No , not a school-boy pin or some face smothering humiliation. This match will conclude with her magnificent breasts alone, pinning him. Imagine that! She did not require any strength to hold this would-be spartan opponent down. Yes, these bountiful symbols of pleasure, which arrogant men like him have always groped and fondled, would be the final instruments to crown a champion in this "Battle of the Sexes" match, or mismatch. The match which once seemed his to command was to end in disaster. She hovered above him with her body in a push-up position. Carla exclaimed, "my goodness, you really look tired. See these breasts, watch as they slowly come down to finish you". He was completely horrified and totally ashamed to see her above him with no ability to resist. Now Carla slowly lowered herself, savoring every moment, as her golden globes headed for the final victory. Beads of sweat from her glistening breasts dripped on to her opponent. Carla's eyes looked into his and his fear made her body tingle, aroused with excitement. The IronMan did not speak, but it sounded like he was silently sobbing in his humiliation. The supple flesh and erect nipples made contact. The moment of sweet victory had arrived. Staring into his disbelieving eyes made this victory, her most enjoyable accomplishment. She found it much more satisfying than a face-sitting pin would have been. She saw his total defeat in the eye to eye contact. Carla fought a male champion, but had conquered much more. How long did she hold him there, who knows? It was as long as she wanted to. Did the Iron Man enjoy it, certainly not! the dominant continued to dictate to him that, not only was she wrestling champion supreme, but, also, now he was her personal slave. Obviously, he was in no position to debate the point. She had proven absolute, physical superiority to this doubting fool. Carla asked him if he needed further proof of her superiority or if there were any doubts as to the winner of this match. The former champion could only nod his head, no, although his eyes were fully terrified. The dominate one would now command him and he must obey. Any and all resistance would be met with another encounter in which she promised to make him suffer much more, if that's possible and still live. This new champion was an effective wrestler who had immensely enjoyed her championship wrestling experience. What a turn-on to bring a pompous arrogant, male to his knees in this fashion, she thought. Who is the champion now? she bellowed. He could not speak. Who is the strongest, Now?, she screamed! I am your queen and conqueror. Do you know believe and accept female Equality and Domination now, Do You, Do You? She grabbed him by his hair and slapped his face. He did not respond. Again she slapped him, again, again, again...until she got the answer she desired. There, that wasn't so hard, now was it, asked Carla. In his semi-conscious mind he could now easily accept her as a dominant, as she had both physically and mentally beaten him. Carla knew, he was glad in his own pathetic way . When she tired of him he was discarded or banished, quite possibly she could even have killed him with her bare hands. He was never seen again. Carla as champion, was now, just beginning. She would continue to fight doubting arrogant males wherever they are hiding.