College Vs. Session Wrestler, Part Three
By brooksie       brooksie@pacificcoast.net
A pair of college wrestlers are invited to an underground fetish club on "fight night".


Shanice left the table climbed into the ring. She looked up towards the sound
booth. I saw her nod her head and switch on the wireless mic she held in her
hand.

"For our next match, we have one of your very favourites back with us tonight.
She always puts on an amazing display, with her incredible wrestling and
gymnastic abilities, and is undefeated with a perfect record of 14 wins, no
losses. Please join me in welcoming back Amy, the speed wrestler!"

The thought "what the hell is a speed wrestler" barely had time to flash
through my mind when a spotlight lit up the aisle leading from the dressing
rooms to the stage and a figure in white burst forth through the opening. The
first glimpse I got of Amy was with her feet pointed straight up, her entire
body in mid air as she launched a series of unbelievably fast back flips that
carried her up the aisle to the stage in no time. Without so much as a
second's pause, she leapt onto the ring apron and, placing one hand on the
ring post, vaulted over the top rope and into the ring. After jumping up and
raising both legs to nearly horizontal, Amy landed, did a cartwheel into a
full leg split, capping off her impressive gymnastic display by flexing a pair
of large, peaked biceps. Amy's already wide grin grew even larger as the
audience gave her a huge ovation, as several people around out table leaping
to their feet as they applauded wildly. She was clearly a crowd favourite here
and it was not hard to see why. Amy had something about her that was
irresistible, a combination of cute, wholesome, clean cut, youthful good looks
and an awe inspiring physique. It was obvious from her entrance Amy was a
skilled gymnast and she had that basic build. Dressed in a white, two piece
workout suit, she was short, around 5'2 I guessed, straight blonde hair pulled
back in a ponytail with the thickest, hardest calve muscles I'd ever seen and
quads that simply rippled with muscle at the slightest movement. Her hips were
relatively narrow, which made her thighs look even larger, and her waist was
small, firm and tight. But most impressive of all was her upper body...a broad
back featuring wide, flaring lats, thick pectoral and shoulder muscles, and
arms that were almost beyond belief. Every part - biceps, triceps and forearm
were huge. When she flexed them, ropy lumps of muscle appeared everywhere. Amy
had a sweet, innocent looking face, with straight white teeth, blonde bangs
and big, round blue eyes. She looked like she was 15 or 16 years old but she
had to be older that, obviously.

When the applause had finally died down, Shanice said, "It's been a few weeks
since we've had Amy here, I take it you've missed her." Once more, a big cheer
went up. Amy smiled brightly again and gave another biceps flex. I couldn't
get over it - she was so cute, like a young girl and yet intimidatingly
powerful looking at the same time. Shanice spoke again.

"For those of you that have never seen Amy wrestle before, she does something
unique. Because her combination of speed, gymnastic skill, vast array of holds
and pure strength is so overwhelming, Amy basically competes against herself
in a type of match we call "speed wrestling". Her goal is to rack up the most
submissions from her opponents that she can in 10 minutes. The clock is
stopped for 30 seconds between rounds and then started up again. But, since
many of her opponents have not been able to last the full 10 minutes, Amy also
competes to see how fast she is able to make her opponents call for the mercy
rule, which is when they feel they cannot continue and concede the match to
her. So far, Amy's two records are 17 submissions in 10 minutes of wrestling
and a match submission at three minutes and forty-three seconds. Let's see if
either of those records can be broken tonight."

I did a quick bit of mental arithmetic. 17 submissions in ten minutes? That
was a little better than one every 45 seconds! No way, I thought to myself. I
was about to lean over the table to ask Karen what she thought but I could see
her eyes were glued to the ring. For the first time since the live action had
begun, she looked genuinely interested. Instead of interrupting her, I picked
up my drink and settled back in my chair, watching. She hadn't taken her eyes
off Amy since the young wrestler made her spectacular entrance.

Shanice was speaking again, introducing Amy's opponent.

"The brave soul trying to last the full ten minutes against Amy is originally
from New York, where he played college football..."

Wait a minute, stop the presses! "He"? Amy was wrestling a guy? Karen looked
at me with a quizzical expression, which I returned. Shanice continued with
the introduction.

"...and says he has done a little wrestling himself back in high school, so
maybe some of that experience will come back to help him out tonight. Please
make him feel welcome, this is SAM!"

A dark haired, well-built young guy wearing a pair of gym shorts came trotting
out. He climbed up onto the ring apron, stepped through the ropes and went to
join Shanice and Amy at the centre of the ring. He received a decent round of
applause but when it died down, a couple of patrons made cracks about
notifying his next-of-kin, hoping his medical insurance was paid up and so on.
It was clear no one gave him any chance at all. A couple of the other oil
wrestling girls had sat down at the table. Morgan and Taylor had been chatting
and laughing it up with them, but I noticed they were all quiet now and
focused on the match about to take place. I got Morgan's attention and she
turned her chair to face Karen and me.

"What happened, did they run out of women for her to wrestle?" I joked.

"Amy always wrestles guys. It's part of the show. This crowd loves seeing her
turn men into quivering puddles of jelly. Besides, none of us (indicating the
women at the table) are going to get in the ring with her."

"Yeah" piped up Taylor, who had been listening in, "I may be blonde but I'm
not that dumb." We all laughed.

"Is she that good", Karen asked, simply.

"Wait till you see her in action. She's beaten a lot of big, strong guys,
including an college football player. She made him look like a chump. He
didn't even last the whole ten minutes. He cried for mercy like most of them
do."

"Most people don't last ten minutes with her?"

"Nope."

I was astonished. It was quite a build up, but then Amy was obviously an
exceptional athlete. I began to feel a sense of nervous anticipation. Back in
the ring, Shanice had been joined by another woman, who sported a striped
referee's shirt and a whistle and one of the male bouncers. He had a large
digital display board. One side was set at zero, for keeping track of the
cumulative time of the match and the other at 30 seconds for counting down the
rest periods. Both wrestlers were with Shanice at the centre of the ring, Amy
bouncing lightly on her toes, still smiling broadly and Sam, who tried not to
look nervous, without much success. As they shook hands, Shanice didn't help
much by wishing them both luck "especially you, Sam". She climbed through the
ropes as the referee blew her whistle and the match was on.

It's tempting to say all eyes were riveted to the ring, but I can't say if
they were or not. I wasn't looking around. It's a good thing too, or I might
have missed the first submission completely. The moment the whistle sounded,
Amy dropped down to the mat. Supporting herself with her arms, she swung her
legs against the back of Sam's, bringing him crashing onto his back. She
instantly seized one of his feet and twisted his ankle, forcing him to roll
over onto his stomach.

The next series of moves she executed were done with a lightning-like
quickness that took no more than a few seconds. With Sam lying face down, Any
bent the leg she was holding onto at the knee so his left heel was all the way
back against his butt. Amy then moved to Sam's right side, extended her right
leg and sat down, all in one swift motion. The result was that the back of her
knee was now on top of his ankle so that her extended right leg kept his bent
left one trapped. Meanwhile, Sam's right leg, the one closest to her, was
sticking straight back, underneath Amy's right leg, but over the top of her
left. Using her arms for support, she adjusted her positioning, bringing her
left leg in tighter so scissoring Sam's right leg, above the knee. After that,
it was just a matter of grabbing Sam's right ankle and tucking it under her
arm, the same as if she'd been applying an arm bar. From where we were
sitting, Amy was facing right at us. I could see her biting her lower lip
slightly as she tied up Sam's legs, but other than that, she gave no sign this
was requiring any great effort or concentration on her part. She looked
determined, but strangely calm and relaxed. As she leaned back, applying a bit
of pressure, it became easy to see how effective a move this was. She was
bending his lower leg sideways from the knee joint, while his ankle was turned
another way, toes pointed towards the floor. It hurt just to see the hold
being applied. It looked scary and Sam screamed out his submission
immediately.

Amy, to her credit, didn't screw around with the dangerous lock. She released
him instantly, bounded to her feet. The big grin was back as she did a quick
back flip and trotted to her corner for the 30 second time out. I took a look
at the clock. Amy had moved fast, and with such efficiency I suspected she had
been executing a pre-meditated plan. Still I had to admit, I was shocked!
Twenty-six seconds was what it showed. I heard Shanice make the official
announcement, prompting another big cheer for Amy as the clock ticked off
thirty second rest period. Looking back at the ring, Sam was back on his feet
but he sure didn't look too solid on them.

This kind of wrestling was new to me but I recall thinking how smart a move it
seemed on Amy's part to take her opponent's legs away from him right off the
bat. I was thinking it would slow him down and expected her to take advantage
of that by maybe charging right at them and bringing him down with a single or
double leg takedown. But when the clock ran down to 00:00 and the ref blew her
whistle to start the second fall, Amy did no such thing. She moved out to the
middle of the ring, as did Sam, but stopped a few feet away and crouched down
and began to circle him. For a second or two, nothing happened. But the moment
he crouched and began circling as well, Amy exploded into action. Pushing off
with her rear leg, she took one giant running step towards him and leapt up,
sending herself completely airborne. As she made contact with Sam, one of her
she braced one sneaker-clad foot against his bent thigh and put both hands on
his shoulders. Somehow...it just happened to fast for me to see...she braced
herself and swung around, so that wound up perched on his shoulders, her feet
locked behind him, as if they were in a "chicken-fight". But Amy spend no more
than an instant as Sam's "rider". Right away, she tucked her head and went
into a forward roll. As she completed the manoeuvre, Sam flew completely over
top of her head, slamming "back first" on the mat in front of her. Amy, who
had ended up in a sitting position with her legs out in front of her, found
herself with Sam's head right between them. It was and easy matter for her to
grab his wrists and yank his arms back while wrapping her big thighs around
his head. Her hips thrust forward as she flexed her muscles and squeezed.
Amy's spectacular aerial flip had landed them on our side of the ring, so they
were no more than ten feet from us. I could see Sam's face contort with pain,
but he did not submit right away. Thinking back, I'm guessing it was because
he was still stunned from hitting the deck as hard as he had. I could see the
muscles in Amy's legs relax for a second. The second time she squeezed, a
sound came from Sam's mouth. Amy relaxed her legs slightly. It wasn't clear
what Sam had actually said, so the referee bent down and asked if he gave up.
Sam didn't answer right away and, since Amy was wrestling against the clock,
she wasn't about to give him time to think it over. Looking up at the ref, who
nodded her head, Amy contracted her legs muscles a third time, this time
lifting her butt right off the mat. Two things had changed. For one, the
expression on her face was more fierce. Her eyes narrowed and she gritted her
teeth, giving the impression she was really putting her all into the hold. The
other thing was that she had thoughtfully let go of one of his wrists. This
time the same unintelligible sound escaped Sam's lips but it was accompanied
by a frantic tapping on her thigh, leaving no uncertainty as to the message he
wanted to convey. Amy stopped squeezing and removed her legs from around Sam's
head as the referee blew her whistle.

This time the applause was deafening. She had just put on a stunning, almost
unbelievable display of speed, co-ordination, power, strength and skill and
everyone there knew it. Amy gave another quick flex, then bent forward and
walked around on her hands for a bit, before heading to her corner where she
took a sip of water and bounced lightly up and down on her feet, waiting for
the next fall to begin.

I looked across the table at Karen. She looked incredulous.

"I can't believe this girl. She's amazing," she whispered in my ear.

"I know." I replied. "I wonder how she's going to top that."

As it turned out, the flip/headscissors was the most spectacular move of the
match, in terms of sheer "showiness". However, the rest of Amy's performance
was no less remarkable. At 39 seconds, the second submission had taken
slightly longer than the first, but Amy was still on pace to break her record
of 17 in ten minutes of wrestling. But things began to slow down as Sam, who
looked completely freaked out, went into a defensive shell, doing his best to
stay away from his muscular young adversary. Still, there was really no where
for him to go. Once they were locked up, Amy proved very skillful at either
getting Sam's legs out from underneath him or unbalancing him enough to throw
him over her hip or shoulder. It was pretty clear she had studied judo or some
similar form of martial art, not only from the throws but the series of
joint-locks, mostly arm holds of one type or another, that she used to gain
her next few submissions. Her moves were just too fast and sure for Sam to
counter. Once they were on the mat, she made short work of him. She was also
enormously powerful and had great balance - a very effective combination. She
got him down a couple of times with sheer strength alone. Once, after briefly
locking up, she spun around behind him and simply wrapped her arms around his
waist, hoisted him off his feet and bulldogged him to the mat. Sitting on his
lower back and preventing him from using his legs to buck her off, she got
hold of his wrists and lifted his arms straight up above his head. She only
had to push on them a little to get him to succumb to that hold. With an
elapsed time of 4:20 showing on the clock, Amy had made him give up eight
times. If she was able to keep it up, she could conceivably top her existing
record.

Watching her in her corner waiting for the 30 second rest period to elapse, I
could feel her raw energy. She never stopped moving, pacing, rolling her
shoulders and neck, bouncing on her calves and all the while looking eagerly
at the clock as if she couldn't wait to get back into the match. Sam was a
study in contrast. He leaned heavily against the ropes, breathing hard. His
face bore a look of frustration, perhaps even disgust. As he came out to face
Amy for the next fall, I could see there was a new determination in his
movements. Rather than waiting for Amy to take the lead, or trying to avoid
her, Sam came out aggressively. He tried to match her strength but once she'd
planted her legs, she was like a little mountain...completely immovable. Sam
soon abandoned that approach and tried to get some holds on her. He was moving
fast, almost frantically, as if afraid to give her any chance to take him down
again. That was understandable, since he was clearly no match for her on the
mat. Sam's only chance was to get control of her first, before they went down.
He struggled furiously, but Amy foiled his every attempt. Finally, she stepped
back for a second to regroup while Sam kept up his attack. He managed to seize
her leg and I thought for sure he had his first real advantage, a single-leg
takedown. Unfortunately for the ex-college grappler, it was not to be. As Sam
lifted her leg and she lost her footing, Amy swung her other leg up and
wrapped it around his neck. The momentum caused him to lose his grip on her
and when they crashed onto the mat, she had him in a vicious looking neck
scissors. Sam's chin was jammed right up against the knee of her top leg while
his neck was being forced to bend backwards across her bottom one. Amy seized
his near arm and pulled it straight while flexing her legs hard in the
scissors grip, her huge quadriceps muscles exploded into terrifying relief as
she did so.

All through this match my sense of Amy was that she was good-natured and all
about fair play. Although she was clearly the dominant wrestler, she's taken
none of the many opportunities she'd had to flaunt her superiority. She'd
broken every hold immediately when the whistle had blown, had done no trash
talking to Sam and had even offered her hand to help him to his feet after a
couple of falls where she'd thrown him down hard. In between rounds, she'd
continued to smile, pose and entertain the crowd with gymnastic moves. I
certainly didn't get any indication she had a cruel streak. So I assumed the
overwhelming show of force that caused Sam to emit a terror-filled scream as
she squeezed his neck was just a case of being caught up in the moment and
pumped full of adrenaline. I don't think she intentionally tried to hurt him
but, as she untangled herself and trotted back to her corner, it was pretty
clear she had. Sam got to his feet with painful slowness, rubbing his neck the
whole time. The rest break was almost over by the time he made it back to his
corner. I looked at the timekeeper. Although he'd paid a price to do it, Sam
had managed to keep Amy busy for nearly two minutes.She'd gotten her ninth
submission with 7:13 showing on the clock.

When the whistle blew to start the next fall, Sam still seemed dazed and
barely moved out of it. Amy charged over and locked up with him, pulling him
toward the middle of the ring. Meeting practically no resistance, she took him
into a front headlock, threw him down and leaned her weight into him as she
tightened the hold. A headlock isn't normally all that painful. In amateur
wrestling, it's mostly used as a way of immobilizing the opponent while using
your weight to pin their shoulders. But Amy and Sam had no sooner landed on
the mat when he was tapping on her arm to let go. This was the fastest
submission yet, a mere 18 seconds.

The waitress set another round of drinks on the table, but no one paid much
attention. I'd forgotten to ask for something without alcohol for Karen and
had actually lost track of my own consumption. This was either my third or
fourth. I took a sip and watched the two wrestlers standing in their corners
while the clock counted down the seconds remaining in the rest period. Amy was
using the ropes to do some light stretching while Sam stood stock still.
Actually, that's not true. He wasn't moving voluntarily, but he seemed to be
shaking, almost like he was cold. He was breathing hard and looked like he was
in pain. As I watched him twitch, two thoughts came to mind. I remembered the
words Morgan had used to describe Amy's opponents - "quivering puddles of
jelly". Sam sure fit the bill. I also recall thinking "this guy's had it" and
sure enough, when the whistle blew he turned to the ref and held up his hands,
a desperate look on his face.

"I give up...she wins. I can't take any more."

Only a few seconds had been added to the clock's cumulative total. The referee
blew her whistle again, the clock stopped and Shanice stepped back into the
ring. Addressing Sam, she asked, "Are you calling for the mercy rule?"

"Yes." he mumbled, his head hanging.

"You submit the match to Amy?"

Sam nodded.

Glancing back at the clock, Shanice called out, "Ladies and gentleman, with a
total of ten submission to none, at a time of 7 minutes and 36 seconds, Sam
calls for the mercy rule, submitting the match to Amy."

Another cheer for Amy, then Shanice continued, "Winning her fifteenth straight
match without losing a single fall, give it up now for the undisputed Shaggy
Horse Club's wrestling champion...the Magnificent AMY!"

Most of the room, our table included, got to their feet and gave this
impressive young woman a standing ovation. When the applause died down,
Shanice added, "As some of you know, we like to do things a certain way here
at fight night and tradition dictates that the match isn't officially ended
until Amy accepts her opponent's plea for mercy."

Some of the crowd began to chant "no mercy, no mercy" and Sam looked at Amy
apprehensively. Amy put one hand on her hip, thrust her chest out proudly and
crooked a finger at him. He approached her gingerly and stood before her,
looking timid and, I have to say, fearful. Shanice stood beside him and held
the microphone to his mouth.

"Please," he said, "no more. I've had enough. You are too good for me, I admit
it. You win."

Turning to the victorious young blonde, Shanice asked, "Amy, will you accept
you opponent's request for mercy?" Shanice seemed to like saying the word
"mercy" a lot, I noticed. I also realized that, through this whole spectacle,
I hadn't heard Amy speak once and was curious to hear her voice. But she
remained mute. The tension grew as she stood, hands on hips, looking intently
at her beaten and humbled opponent. Slowly she raised one hand and showed Sam
her index finger, as if she was making the sign for "Number One", which would
have been appropriate. But instead of holding it up, she turned her finger
down and pointed at the mat. She affixed Sam with her gaze, her face showing
no trace of the bright smile she'd worn for most of the bout.

Sam looked questioningly at Shanice, who merely shrugged. Meanwhile the crowd
started another chant - "on your knees, on your knees..." Amy's face remained
utterly impassive, that is until Sam reluctantly began to bow before her. As
he went to his knees, she guided his head down with her foot, keeping his
forehead pressed to the mat with a gentle pressure. Then, raising her arms and
flexing her mighty biceps once more, she held that position as people rushed
forward and the room exploded with camera flashes. The big grin was back on
her face as she posed happily, while the utterly defeated Sam knelt at her
feet. It was an amazing sight!

End Of Part Three