Angela
by brooksie      brooksie@pacificcoast.net
Angela dominates Bill in their second match.


Bill felt his level of excitement rise as he passed the city limits sign. His
first match with Angela had turned out to be a wonderful surprise. He'd met
her through his friend Betty, with whom he'd wrestled many times. Betty was a
former gymnast and had been athletically inclined all her life. She was an
outreach worker in the Social Services Department, working mainly with street
youth. Bill had done some volunteering for the agency and he and Betty had
become friends. He'd always admired her athletic look and strong, muscular
legs.

One day, while having coffee at Bill's, they got into a discussion of which
sports they liked. Bill mentioned wrestling and was surprised to hear Betty
say she'd done some in high school and had really liked it. He asked if she
knew that there were dozens, maybe hundreds of companies making wrestling
videos showing both female matches and mixed ones. Betty did not know this and
sounded intrigued. So far, so good, thought Bill and asked if she'd like to
see one. She said sure, so he slid in a tape from a company called Silver Sun
Productions featuring a mixed match between two wrestlers named Michelle and
Zack. It took place in a ring, with a referee. It was mostly pins and a few
submissions. Although Zack managed to pin Michelle a couple of times, she was
the overwhelming winner. At the end of the contest Zack looked totally spent 
while Michelle strutted proudly around the ring, arms flexed.

Hitting the rewind button, Bill looked over at Betty. She smiled and commented
"That was very interesting. She's a good wrestler." "Uh huh." said Bill. He
purposely stayed silent, letting Betty lead the conversation. "That looked
pretty real, it didn't seem like he was faking." she continued. "Yeah," Bill
agreed "he seemed to be tryind his best." More silence. "How does that make
you feel, to see a woman beat a man in something as physical as wrestling?"
she asked. "I take it you're not embarassed, otherwise you wouldn't have shown
me the tape." "No, it doesn't embarass me. I admire her strength and skill.
Personally, I'd have no problem with a woman defeating me in a wrestling
contest," Bill responded. After pausing for effect he added "If she could,
that is." "I see," mused Betty. "So is that a challenge?" "What do you mean?'
he asked coyly. "I mean, you obviously had an ulterior motive in showing me
this tape. You wanted to see how I'd react, right?" She smiled smugly. Bill
knew he'd been busted, but he really didn't care. Betty seemed to be playing
right along so he confessed. "Betty, I would love to try wrestling with a
woman as muscular and athletic as you." "Ok Bill, you're on. But be ready to
have your ass whipped "cause I'm going to take your down, just like Michelle
did to Zack," she laughed. They agreed to wrestle each other the following
evening and eagerly set about discussing the rules and restrictions.

Betty turned out to be very adept, strong and possessed of an instinctive
sense of how to use weight and leverage. Her short, compact build was much
better suited for grappling than Bill's tall, lanky one. She seemed to be able
to capture one of his limbs easily and once she had a hold locked on, he was
rarely able to escape it. She used her speed and agility to win the vast
majority of the matches she and Bill had over the next few months. Because
Betty had a steady boyfriend, the wrestling matches were their little secret.
Neither of them mentioned it to anyone. Wrestling was something they both
enjoyed and it might have gone on for a long time had it not ended as suddenly
as it had had begun. Betty was involved in a serious car accident that left
her with an injured neck. At first, it was thought to be a severe case of
whiplash but physical therapy, massage, accupunture nor any other form of
treatment proved effective. In fact, as time went along her condition
worsened, with pain extending down the right side of her back and throughout
her right arm as far as her fingertips. A catscan was inconclusive but an MRI
finally revealed a badly damaged disc in her cervical spine. The disc had
tried to regenerate, resulting in nerve damage caused by calcuium deposits
that formed on it. A date was set for an operation to remove the damaged disc.
Between the time of the accident and the operation, nearly four months had
passed. Betty was facing another several months of convalesence and wasn't
sure if she'd ever be able to wrestle again, as it does tend to take a toll on
the neck. She and Bill regretfully concluded that secret aspect of their
friendship was likely over. Soon after that, Bill took a new job in another
city. He and Betty spoke on the phone but those calls became less and less
frequent and when Bill got home one day to find a message on his machine from
Betty, he realized it had been months since they'd talked.

The message said she was back at her old job and to call her at work. She was
very explicit not to call her at home. He returned the call the next day and
discovered why. Betty's boyfriend Dan had moved in with her and she didn't
want him to overhear the conversation. "Why not?" asked Bill. He'd often spoke
with Betty while Dan was in the room. "Because it's about wrestling." she
explained. "You want to wrestle again?" asked Bill, surprised. "No." she said
sadly. "I mean, I'd love to but my neck's too fragile. But there is someone I
know who's really interested." Betty said she'd been working with a girl named
Angela, who'd been living on the street. She'd had lots of problems at home,
school, with the police and authority in general. Betty had been working with
her and helped her get into social housing, back into a program to finish high
school and, most importantly, off drugs. Angela had gotten a subsidized
membership at the "Y" and had really taken to weight training, boxing and
martial arts classes. "She's a smart kid and has a lot of potential. I told
her about the wrestling matches we used to have and she got really excited.
She wanted to know if you were still into it and I said I'd ask. You must miss
it, Bill. I know I do." he admitted he did. Betty asked it he'd like to come
over for a visit and she could set up a match with Angela. "Dan is out of
town, not this weekend but next. We could do it here. Can you make it then?"
Bill readily agreed to make the five-hour round trip and he hadn't been
disappointed.

Angela was a tall redhead with wide shoulders and very strong legs. She
weighed about 140, only 35 lbs. lighter than Bill and they both stood 5' 10".
Betty had shown her some holds and taught what she knew about wrestling.
Angela was tentative at first, feeling Bill out, and he won the first fall
with a cradle pin. The second fall was a lot longer and harder fought. Bill
thought he had her with a bodyscissors/half nelson combination but the tough
street kid in her refused to give up and she eventually fought her way out.
Finally, she got Bill in a headlock and, with Betty calling out instructions,
she bridged with her legs and used her weight to hold him down. The struggle
to free himself eventually wore him down and Angela pinned his shoulders to
even the match. The victory, which they all knew had been won, not given, had
a powerfully energizing effect on Angela and she came on even stronger as the
locked up to begin the third fall. As the two combatants struggled on their
feet, she managed to trip him onto his back. Without a moment's hestiation she
dropped on him and twined her long legs around his in a grapevine hold. It
turned out to be unbreakable. Bill had been in this hold before but no one had
ever made it hurt the way Angela did. His legs were completely immobilized and
she just kept cranking up the pressure on his knees and ankles. Without even
pinning his arms she forced a submission in a matter of seconds. Angela
released him and lept up, elated. Betty gave her a big hug and complemented
her on the "grapevine" and added, "With those long legs, that's going to be a
killer hold for you. I've never seen Bill give up so fast." Bill got to his
feet on still-shaky legs and congratulated Angela on her victory. "Anytime you
want to try again, you just let me know." she laughed, flexing her arm. He had
agreed to take them out to dinner if she won, so they all went out to eat.
After the meal, Bill returned home, promising Angela a re-match in a couple of
months.

Now that encounter was about to take place. Betty's boyfriend was around, so
that ruled out her place but Angela had a friend named Samantha who she'd told
about her wrestling triumph and was fascinated. Sam was eager to see Angela
take on Bill and had offered her place as a venue. Bill found the address and
knocked on the door. A short, cute blonde girl opened it and invited him in.
"Hi, I'm Sam." she said "You must be Bill." Sam's apartment wasn't huge but
all the furniture except for a large couch had been cleared from the living
room and two futon mattresses placed on the floor. Betty was there already and
Angela was set to arrive shortly. Bill asked Betty about her neck and was glad
to hear she was doing a lot better. "Who knows" she smiled "maybe I'll even be
able to wrestle you again someday." Sam offered them soft drinks and snacks
and spoke enthusiastically about the wrestling match. "I can't wait to see
this" she said excitedly. "Angela's been practicing like crazy and she's been
hitting the weights every da You should see her muscles." Then she laughed at
her own words, adding "Well, I guess you will." They sat around chatting for
another few minutes until they heard a knock on the door. Sam jumped up to let
Angela in and she entered the room confidently, dressed in a loose-fitting
track suit. Bill went into the bathroom to change into his wrestling shorts.
When he came back, Angela was out of the track suit and stood facing him
wearing a tight pair of spandex running shorts and a t-back workout top. She
did look more muscular than before, especially her arms and shoulders and
seemed fired with energy as she rubbed her hands together in inticipation.

They had agreed to a best four out of seven falls this time as Angela had
complained the last one was over with too quick. Sam was really getting into
it as she made both wrestlers stand in opposite corners while she played ring
announcer. "Ladies and gentlemen" she intoned, "this contest will be decided
when one wrestler wins four falls, either by pin or submission. In this
corner, weighing 175, the challenger, Big Bad Bill. And in this corner,
weighing in at 145, the current mixed wrestling champion, Angela the
Anhilator!" Bill noted she had gained five pounds since their first match, and
it was clearly all muscle. Sam waved them forward and had them shake hands.
then she stepped to the side and called out "Ready...Wrestle!" and scampered
over to the couch to join Betty. Bill and Angela faced each other. He had
their last bout on his mind and was very concerned with avoiding her killer
grapevine. He bent low and, leading with his shoulder, got his arms around
Angela's waist in a bearhug. He tried to use the grip to get her off balance
and throw her to the floor but she had her legs flexed and planted and was
holding fast. He tried again to upend her but she responded by leaning forward
an putting a reverse headlock on him. She forced his head down and put all her
weight on his back, causing them both to fall to their knees. Angela twisted
him sideways in the headlock. He couldn't reach her locked fingers and had no
way to break the hold. She got him turned on his side and, releasing the
headlock slammed her upper body into his chest, forcing him over onto his
back. She slid her legs down and locked in the grapevine before Bill even had
time to think about avoiding it. In desperation he put his hands on her
shoulders, hoping to push the tall rehead off him but she simply grabbed his
wrists and after a brief struggle, pinned his arms. "I think his shoulders are
down." said Sam and began to count. With a mighty effort, Bill managed to
force his arms up and lift one of his shoulders enough so the count was
stopped. "Don't want to be pinned, Billy-boy?" Angela smiled down at him. "How
about I just make you submit." She stretched her legs out even further and
Bill felt a strange sensation in his knees he knew he couldn't take much more
of. "You want more?" she taunted, giving him another stretch. "Noooo, I give,
I give!" he cried. Sam let out a whoop and ran over to give Angela a big
congratulatory hug.

Betty looked over at Bill who was slowly getting to his feet. "You ok, Bill?"
she asked. He flexed his knees and rotated his ankles. They felt a little
stiff but otherwise alright. They took a one minute rest and Bill used it to
walk off the effects of her domineering hold. He returned to the mat and got
ready to face Angela again. She was smiling broadly as she stepped forward.
"That didn't take long. You better figure out how to stay away from my
grapevines or this is going to be over quick." Thanks, thought Bill, now tell
me something I don't know. They circled and made a couple of feints toward
each other. Bill was extremely cautious, looking for an opportunity to get a
secure grip on his adversary so he could control those legs once they were on
the mat. She lunged at him trying for a headlock but he sidestepped and caught
her wrist, wrenching her arm behind her. He quickly secured a half-nelson on
her other arm. With the hammerlock/half nelson combination he was able to bend
her forward and take her to the mat. Bill was working hard to control the
fiercly struggling redhead. He still had her in the half nelson but the
hammerlock was slipping. Both wrestlers were on their knees and Sam was
yelling at her friend to keep fighting, "Come on Angela, you can get out of
this." Bill wasn't able to apply any real pressure to the hammerlock so he let
it go and concentrated on using the half nelson to try and turn his opponent
on her back. Just as he went to take hold of one of her legs to flip her over,
she shot her legs out in front of her in a sort of sit-out move. Bill tried to
turn the half nelson into a full nelson, but Angela kept her arm tucked in
tight against her chest. Planting her feet, she thrust up with her powerful
legs and knocked Bill over onto his back. She kept moving backwards until she
was lying on her back on his chest. Somehow whe was able to wrap her legs
around his in a reverse grapevine. Bill's feet were off the floor and his legs
were, again, hopelessly locked. With Angela's weight resting on his stomach,
he was pinned underneath her. His arms were free and he used them to try and
push her off to the side, but she easily clamped her hands around his wrists
and slammed them to the mat. He was able to raise his shoulders up enough to
keep from being pinned but he couldn't escape the hold he was in. Sam could
see this and started shouting encouragement to Angela "Come on girl, you got
him. Stretch his legs out. Make him quit." Angela spread Bill's legs wide
apart and he began to groan. "Want to give, Bill?" she inquired. "Come on, you
know you're beat. Give up!" She began flexing her legs, sending sharp jolts of
pain down the back of his thighs. He was absloutely helpless and yelled out
his submission. Angela untangled their legs and stood to receive another
congratulatory hug from Sam, who raved "Wow, nice hold. That was great. Two
zip already!" She had Angela flex and was delightedly feeling her muscles and
pointing out how big and hard they were.

Meanwhile a bewildered Bill lay on his back wondering what the hell happened.
One second he was about to turn her on her back for the pin and the next she
had him in an another inescapable grapevine, the likes of which he'd never
seen before. He got to his feet wondering what he had to do to beat this girl.
"That was some hold" Betty whispered, "I didn't show her that." "You mean she
improvised it?" asked Bill, amazed. "I think so." she answered. He couldn't
believe it! Could she be that creative? It seemed so and he was more
circumspect than ever, as Angela bounced back onto the mat, ready for the next
round. She was pumped up, bouncing up and down on her toes. "What's wrong,
Bill?" she teased "Can't figure out how to beat me? That's because you can't.
I'm too quick and strong. I've really gotten a lot better since last time,
don't you think? Come on, let's wrestle!" She rushed forward and they locked
hands. They were fairly equal as they jostled for control of each other's
limbs but her advantage in leg strength soon showed as she moved him steadily
backwards. Unbalancing him, she was able to twist Bill's body to the mat and
quickly pounced on him. He squirmed onto his stomach and they grappled for
several minutes. Neither gained a clear advantage but Angela was the
aggressor. She attempted several holds while he was occupied just trying to
escape her. She finally wound up perched on his chest again and tried to apply
her indominitable grapevine but Bill kept moving his legs around and she
wasn't able to lock the hold in. In a sudden, lightning fast move she spun
right around so she was facing his feet and shot her legs forward, cinching
them around his head in a reverse headscissors. Sam squealed with delight as
Angela locked her ankles and squeezed. Bill's jaw ached and he began to feel
woozy as she squeezed any fight he had left out of him. His hands were resting
on the back of her thighs, vainly attempting to seperate them. They felt like
steel. Bill moaned and instinctively slid his hands forward, cupping her
rock-hard glutes. Bill was no longer fully conscious. He wasn't thinking about
wrestling, only the the beautiful, hard, muscular female body holding him
captive. Angela asked if he surrendered by he couldn't hear anything with he
thighs around his ears. He lay still, breathing heavily, fantasizing about
caressing, stroking and rubbing those powerful muscles...

The next thing Bill knew, Betty was bending over him asking if he was alright.
His eyes slowly came into focus and he saw her concerned-looking expression as
she peered down at him. "Are you Ok, Bill? How do you feel?" "What happened?"
he mumbled groggily. "She put you out, that's what happened." Sam giggled,
"out like a light." "Do you want to quit, Bill?" Betty suggested, "She's ahead
3 - 0, maybe you should forfeit. I think you might be in over your head." Bill
sat up, waiting for his head to clear. He didn't feel in any particular pain.
Sam brought him a glass of water and proposed they take a break and he could
see how he felt after a few minutes. She ran over to Angela, showering her
with praise for her strength and wrestling ability. "You are just awesome.
This is even better than I imagined." she gushed. They went into the kitchen
as Betty helped Bill to his feet and sat him down on the couch. He looked over
at her. "Her legs are unbelievable. I've never felt a scissors like that
before. How long was I out?" "Only for a minute, but you were really out."
Betty replied, "How are you feeling?" "A little fuzzy, but ok." he answered.
"You want to stop?" "No, I can keep going." "You sure?" "Yeah." Betty went to
tell Sam and Angela that Bill would continue. "Alright!" cried Sam, "Go get
him, muscle girl." Angela went to the centre of the mat and waited. Bill got
off the couch and slowly moved to face her again. He glanced over at Betty who
gave him a look that seemed to say "oh well, just do your best." She obviously
thought this would be the last fall. "Ready" called out Sam, "Wrestle!".

Angela looked almost casual as she danced around Bill, feinting moves. Bill
wasn't doing anything aggressive, just holding back protecting himself. She
taunted him by standing still with her arms wide open. "Come on Bill, come get
me." she invited. He threw his arms around her but she easily disengaged
herself and put him in a headlock, bending him forward and flipping him to the
mat. Bill landed on his back and rolled over onto his stomach. Angela fell on
top of him and tried for a full nelson. She was unsuccessful but stayed on top
by straddling his back. As he pushed up with his arms she reached under his
right arm with her left and turned over so they were back to back. Then she
similarly entrappped his left arm with her right. She completed the hold by
snaring his legs in yet another version of the grapevine, this time with his
knees against the mat and hers pointing up. It was completely unexpected and
Sam clapped her hands in appreciation. "That's it gorgeous. Make him say
uncle," she encouraged. Angela wasn't applying crushing force yet. She wanted
to take her time. "How's it feel to know you can't beat me?" she gloated. "You
want to give or should I make it hurt some more?" No response. She gave it
more pressure. Give yet?" Still Bill said nothing. "Ok, you asked for it,
Billy-boy" she growled, stretching Bill's legs as far apart as they would go.
He screamed his submission but it wasn't enough for her. "Who's the champion?
Who's stronger?" she demanded. "You! You win, you're the best Angela." Sam was
showing a somewhat sadistic bent, telling her to make him beg and plead for
mercy but Betty came to his defence. "He's had enough Angela. Let him go."
"Yeah, ok." she agreed, unlocking her legs and letting his arms go.

Sam ran at her, throwing herself into Angela's strong arms. She reached up and
held onto her neck, kissing her deeply, fondling her arms and shoulders and
rubbing her hands over her taut abdomen and down to her iron-hard thighs.
Betty helped Bill to his feet and Sam pulled Angela over to where he stood,
clasping them both by the wrists. "The winner, in four falls straight, the
undisputed champion, the invincible Angela!" she sang out. She raised Angela's
arm high in the air as Bill headed for the shower. When he emerged a few
minutes later, Betty was sitting by herself on the couch. "Where's Sam and
Angela?" he asked. Betty smiled and nodded towards the closed door of the
bedroom. "Come on, let's go," she said, standing up, "I'll buy you dinner."