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


As I watched Shanice disappear into the back of the club. I felt another wave
of pure lust, then looked around guiltily for Karen. She was at the opposite
end of the table, surrounded by about half a dozen girls. Someone had ordered
a tray of shooters. I started to feel as though I'd lost all control of the
situation...as if I ever had it to begin with I thought, laughing at myself.
Morgan had stayed sitting beside me throughout Shanice's fight even though I
hadn't said much to her since it began. She go up, snagged a couple of the
exotic-looking drinks and brought them back to our end of the table, which was
empty save for us. All the other girls were crowded around Karen at the far
end. Things just kept getting louder and crazier as they threw back the
shooters and squealed with laughter.

Meanwhile Morgan scrunched her chair up close to mine and put a shot glass in
my hand. She twined her arm around mine and knocked her shooter back. I
followed suit. We set the empty glasses down on the table. Leaning in close,
she whispered in my ear.

"So, are you having a good time Scott?"

Without waiting for an answer, she put her hand under the table and onto my
thigh. Before I had a chance to say anything, or react in any way, she'd slid
it right up to my crotch.

"Well, well," she giggled, "I guess you don't have to answer that."

Without realizing it, I'd started to grow hard. Not that it was difficult to
understand why, with Morgan's hot breath in my ear and her large, mouth
watering breasts pushed up against me.

"What are you doing?" I gasped, as she continued stroking me, pressing even
closer.

"Relax Scotty," she purred. "Shanice said to make sure you have a good time,
so...I'm just making sure."

For a second, I was stunned into silence. Before I got my brain engaged, she
pulled back.

"I'll get us another shooter. Be right back. Don't go anywhere."

She winked before abandoning me for the far end of the table. Instead of
returning right away, I saw her sit down beside Taylor, the other buxom blonde
she'd wrestled earlier. She pulled Taylor's head close and began talking in
her ear. My mind started drifting back to Shanice. Before long, Morgan was
back with more shooters. She wasn't quite as stuck to me as before, but we
were sitting close and I could feel her leg up against mine. We had to be near
to one another so we could talk. She told me a little bit about herself. She
was a stripper, of course, as were most of the girls that did the oil
wrestling bouts here. She joked about the various substances she's wrestled in
at one time or another. I had just asked how she knew Shanice when a loud howl
went up from the other end of the table. We both looked to see what was
happening and I was astonished to see there was an impromptu arm wrestling
contest going, and most of the girls were out of their seats and on their feet
crowded around the two who remained seated.

One of them was Karen, who was in the process of slamming some poor girl's arm
down on the table and was now proudly flexing her biceps, getting compliments
for their size and hardness. The loser got up from the chair opposite Karen
and another girl sat down in her place. I recognized her as the brunette oil
wrestler from earlier, the "mean" one who had exacted her revenge on her
helpless opponent. I had a brief moment of concern, but quickly got caught up
in the struggle. This girl was strong, no doubt about it. Built short and
thick, her arm bulged impressively as she struggled against my girlfriend. It
was a good battle, but in the end Karen put her down too. Unlike her wrestling
match earlier, the girl was gracious this time. She looked on with admiration
as Karen flexed again. I supposed it was mainly the booze, but she was turning
into quite the muscle exhibitionist. It was a far cry from earlier that
afternoon, when Shanice had to coax her into a flex.

We watched one more contest which Karen won easily. Then a couple of the other
girls got set to square off against each other, with Karen acting as the
starter, lining up their arms up and making sure of a fair grip. She seemed
right into it and was apparently having a blast. I was glad. A few more people
crowded around the table, attracted by the sight of watching pretty girls arm
wrestling. It was hard to see anything, so Morgan and I sat back down. She
held up a finger and wiggled it, indicating I should lean my ear closer, as if
she wanted to say something. Instead she put her arm around my neck, pulled me
in and slithered her tongue into my surprised mouth. At the same time, she
hooked her leg over mine and wrapped her ankle around behind and locked it
against her other one. My leg was trapped and she held on tight to my neck
while continuing to French kiss me. I was quickly losing my will to resist,
but at the same time fearful of Karen seeing what we were doing. When Morgan
finally broke the kiss off, I immediately craned my neck, trying to look
around her. I could barely see Karen, let alone make eye contact. Morgan
laughed.

"Relax, Scott. She's having a good time and so are we. A little harmless fun.
Come on, just go with it."

She still hadn't released my leg and was now quickly, and rather skillfully,
unfastening my pants. What the hell, I thought! Right here in the club?

"Jesus! Morgan, what are you doing?"

"It's all good Scott. Take a deep breath and just let me do everything.
And..." she giggled, "try to act cool, okay?"

In no time at all she had me completely hard and was leisurely bringing me
towards a climax, while keeping her tongue busy between my mouth, ear and
neck.

"Tell me when you're going to cum, sweety," she breathed, as she guided one
arm towards her breasts. When my hand slipped under her top and felt her firm
orb and its erect, hardened nipple, I began to quiver.

"I'm...going to cum...any second," I gasped.

Morgan calmly took her other hand from around my neck, picked up a couple of
paper napkins and used them to soak up most of the blast of semen that spewed
out of me a few seconds later. With her "working hand" she milked the
remaining few drops that were left, which dribbled into her hand. She then
held her palm to her lips and without taking her eyes off mine, licked her
hand seductively. She showed me her glistening tongue.

"Mmmm, you taste sweet Scotty,"

Morgan took another couple of napkins, wrapped up the sticky mess in a big
ball and rolled it under the table.

"Don't worry, they're used to finding stuff like that here," she smiled.

I just sat and stared at her. I had no idea what to say. Seeing the stupefied
expression on my face, she burst out laughing.

"Don't look so shocked. You did enjoy that, right?"

I just gave her a dopey grin and nodded, still having a hard time believing
what had just taken place. She put a kiss on her fingers and went to press
them to my lips but at the last moment brought her arm down and pressed her
hand against my dick. She grinned wickedly and left me sitting there as she
went to join some of the other girls.

By now the arm wrestling tournament was over and the girls distributed
themselves a little more evenly around the table. I looked over and caught
Karen's eye. She smiled at me. I got up and went to sit beside her.

"How are you doing?" I said, trying to put what had just happened out of my
mind as I slid into the chair beside her.

"Good. Guess what? I won the arm wrestling contest."

"I saw. Can't say I'm surprised," as I gave her arm a friendly squeeze.

She giggled and looked at her muscles with pride as she flexed her biceps
again. We talked a little more and it was pretty clear that, if nothing else,
I was going to find out tonight what kind of drunk she was. So far, it looked
like a happy one.

"Is everything all right? Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked.

"Yeah, these girls are fun. They sure are different than the girls back home,
even my friends at school. They're wild. You should hear the things they say!"

Karen's voice was thick and throaty.

I thought of Morgan. "I can imagine," I said, almost under my breath.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing. It's not important."

I hesitated for a second before continuing. "Are you, uh, aware of how much
you've had to drink tonight?"

She giggled.

"Yeah. A lot." More laughter.

"You're not going to throw up or pass out on me or anything, are you?"

"I'll be ok. I've had enough anyway."

"Do you want to go?" I inquired, thinking that was what she meant.

"No, no. I just meant enough to drink."

Suddenly everyone at the table started clapping as Shanice reappeared. We
joined in with the others in congratulating her on a great fight. Shanice had
on a tight, low cut white top with fringes and a pair of matching white
leather pants. God, she was a beauty and I loved the way she dressed. When I
stood up to give her a congratulatory hug, one of the girls, a cute young
thing with a big head of honey-brown curls sat down beside Karen. Needing a
new seat, I found myself happily ensconced between Shanice and the redhead who
wrestled earlier. Another tray of shooters arrived and the music faded as
Melissa climbed through the ropes and into the ring. About that time, things
started to get pretty hard to keep track of. Melissa was announcing the next
match, a best two out three falls submission contest, some more girls had
joined out table...mostly oil wrestler/stripper friends of the ones who were
already there. Some of them were bringing male customers over too, lining up
business for private matches. Meanwhile, I was trying to keep my eyes off
Shanice, without much success. She caught me staring at her a couple of times.
Finally, she turned her chair towards me and leaned in close.

"What's wrong, Scott? You look uncomfortable."

"I'd be embarrassed to say," I told her.

"Aren't you having fun?"

"Yeah...no, it's not that."

"You need to loosen up? Maybe get in the ring? I could find a girl here for
you to wrestle?" I wasn't sure if she was teasing me or being serious. "Or,
maybe you'd like to take me on?"

"I don't think so," I mumbled, suddenly feeling shy and flustered. "I sure
enjoyed watching you fight though," I added. "You were great."

She smiled. "Thanks," she said, simply.

"I don't think I'd want to go up against you."

Shanice laughed. "Don't worry, I wouldn't hurt you," she replied,
comfortingly, then adding, "at least, not TOO much."

She reached over and gave me a little pinch on the arm, causing me to flinch
slightly. As she giggled at my reaction, I started to relax again. Gorgeous or
not, I genuinely liked this woman and she was so easy to talk to. I asked her
about her fighting background and she told me a bit about her training and
experience before we got distracted by the start of the next wrestling match.

One of the competitors was an amateur bodybuilder. A blonde, she was 5'7 and
weighed 154 lbs. She had big muscles everywhere, especially her back and
shoulders. They looked bigger than mine! Her opponent was smaller, quite lean
but muscular as well...an aerobics instructor at a local gym. She was 5'5, 128
lbs. She had brown hair tied in a pony tail. Her name was Dana and her
opponent was named Wendy. Both women wore bikinis, although Dana's was the
more revealing of the two. The bottom was little more than a thong while
Wendy's was the standard, modest type suit you'd see at a public beach.

"That's a lot of weight to give up," I whispered into Shanice's ear. "This
doesn't seem like a very fair match up."

"Maybe not, we'll see," she replied. "These two have a bit of a rivalry going
at the gym they both work at. I go to Dana's aerobics classes sometimes. She
told me about it, so I got them to agree to have a match here to try and
settle it."

"I think your friend's going to get killed. Look at the muscles on that girl,"
I said, referring to Wendy, the blonde bodybuilder.

"Size isn't everything when it comes to wrestling Scott, you should know that.
Besides, Dana's in incredible shape. She does triathlons and used to be a
competitive swimmer in school. The other girl might not have her endurance. If
you're running out of air, it's hard to use your strength, right?"

"I guess so, providing you can survive long enough for that to matter."

"I don't think Dana's going to be any pushover. Besides, she told me she knows
a bit about wrestling...you should be able to tell that...and I'm not sure
Wendy does. I don't know her very well."

We watched the action begin, and right off the bat I could see I'd
underestimated the lithe aerobics instructor. It was hard to get a sense of
whether she'd had any real wrestling training or not. But she certainly had
speed and a very aggressive, take-no-prisoners style. The first couple of
minutes were mostly taken up by Wendy, the bodybuilder, using her greater
strength to fend off Dana, who attacked her relentlessly. She seemed to be
trying to capture one of Wendy's arms or legs, perhaps with the intent of
applying one of the types of joint locks Amy had used in her earlier match.
Whatever she was doing, it wasn't a style of wrestling I was familiar with. It
also hadn't really gotten her anywhere either other than to keep her big,
muscular opponent on the defensive, which maybe wasn't such a bad strategy,
considering their size difference. Finally, Dana used a move I could relate
to, a double-leg takedown. On the mat, she was even more aggressive, using her
quickness to keep Wendy on her back.

As I watched them struggle, I began to develop a real appreciation for the
smaller girl's athleticism. She took the fight to the bodybuilder, not giving
her a chance to mount any sort of attack. As they continued to grapple for
position, Wendy seemed to be losing ground. Dana moved into position for a
cross-body pin. Wendy extended an arm to try and grab one of her legs and push
her off. Twisting her upper body around, Dana seized hold of her wrist and
pulled the arm through her legs and clamped it between them in a scissors
lock, just above the elbow. She turned back around, slammed her upper body
hard onto the bodybuilder's chest, knocking her flat, and stunning her enough
to get hold of the other wrist with both hands. She stretched that arm out too
and held on tightly to the wrist with both hands. Some of the girls at our
table were really getting into the match now. They obviously knew Dana as
well, and started screaming support for her.

Wendy's arms and upper body were trapped! Her only option now was to lift her
legs up and slam her feet on the mat while bucking her hips, in an attempt to
dislodge the smaller girl. Dana just held on and rode out her struggles.
Finally Wendy stopped to rest, giving her the opportunity to squirm even more
tightly against her, as she applied the press with vigour. I saw her adjust
her position so she was laying a little lower, more across Wendy's stomach
than her chest. When the big bodybuilder tried to her leg kick move again,
Dana was ready. Hanging onto Wendy's outstretched left arm with just one hand,
Dana reached out and caught her left leg behind the knee, pulling it back
tight against her own shoulder. With only one hand to hold the bodybuilder's
outstretched left arm, Dana shifted her weight up higher and leaned farther
forward, so she could maintain control of Wendy's arm. Now she really had her.
Wendy had no defences left. After fruitlessly kicking her right leg in the air
a few times, her big body lay still. The aerobics instructor pinned her firmly
to the mat, her breasts pressing into Wendy's face. For a second, both
wrestlers stopped moving. Then we heard Melissa's voice reminding Dana it was
a submissions-only match. Dana raised her upper body and slammed it against
Wendy's chest. Then she did it again.

"Give?" Dana yelled.

Dana was facing away from our table and I saw her squeezing her legs even
tighter around Wendy's right arm as she pulled her trapped leg back a little
further. All the poor bodybuilder could do in the position she was in was to
turn her head from side to side, repeating "no...no" to each time Dana asked
if she was ready to submit. The aerobics instructor slammed her weight down on
her several more times. Finally she could take no more and a look of helpless
frustration settled over her face.

"Ok," she yelled.

"Ok, what?"

Dana was not going to let her off that easily. She was going to make Wendy say
it. The answer didn't come soon enough and Wendy was subjected to another
smash from Dana.

"I give up," she quickly shouted out.

The whistle blew. Dana released Wendy's leg, letting it flop down onto the
mat, leapt to her feet and pumped both fists in the air, as the audience
cheered and clapped for her. Wendy, more embarrassed than hurt got up and went
despondently to her corner to await the start of the second fall. Meanwhile
some of the girls from out table jumped up and ran over to side of the ring,
slapping Dana's hand in congratulations as she leaned over the ropes, a happy
smile on her face. I looked over at Shanice, who said nothing, but gave me a
smug look. She was clearly pleased, and seemingly not that surprised by the
result.

The next round saw a more determined Wendy. She showed more aggression as she
tried for revenge against the smaller woman who I'm sure she felt shouldn't
have been able to do what she just did...hand her a humiliating defeat by
pinning her helplessly to the mat, her face smothered by the brunette's perky
breasts. This round Wendy tried to go on the attack, realizing she wasn't just
going to be able to overpower Dana with sheer strength alone. As they fought
to neutralize each other with a hold of some sort, it was clear Wendy could
not match Dana's speed, agility or co-ordination. Her aggressive style nearly
cost her dearly, as Dana came close to securing a couple of good holds. Her
best opportunity came when she had the bodybuilder on her stomach while
bending her arm behind her in a hammer lock. Dana tried to use her legs to
keep Wendy down and was successful for a while, long enough for the crowd to
start sensing another submission. But Wendy did manage to work her way out of
it and throw her tormentor off.

As she scrambled to her feet, the expression on her face made it plain how
frantic she was at nearly losing the match to her rival without even
threatening to take a fall. She lunged recklessly at Dana again and this time
caught her with an arm around her neck. Locking her fingers together and
completing the headlock, she bent and twisted the smaller girl's upper body
while squeezing her neck. Dana tried to use her feet to trip Wendy and somehow
escape, but the big girl thwarted her efforts by pulling her around the ring,
keeping Dana off balance. Finally Wendy flipped the smaller girl over her hip
and sent her to the mat, crashing down hard on her lighter opponent. Relishing
the opportunity for some pay back, she pushed her breast into Dana's face as
she leaned her into her with her superior weight and cranked on her victim's
neck.

Wendy's legs were spread wide and her balance was perfect! There was
practically no chance of Dana breaking the hold. But unlike her foe, Wendy
didn't demand a submission. She seemed content to hold Dana this way as long
as she needed to. In fact, as Dana realized her predicament and tried to give
up, Wendy stymied her, squishing her breast against the helpless girl's face,
preventing her from getting the words out. She laughed in her face as Dana
made a series of muffled, garbled sounds in a vain attempt to submit.
Fortunately for her, she was also tapping feverishly against the bodybuilder's
broad back which the referee quickly noticed, although not quickly enough to
suit Dana, I'm sure. As Wendy stood and flexed her biceps in victory, a bright
red splotch and the pained look on her opponent's face revealed how much power
was in those muscular arms!

Somehow, I'd been cast as a Wendy supporter...Shanice's doing, no doubt...
although the truth was I'd been sort of pulling for the spunky little aerobics
instructor, Dana. Shanice and some of the other girls seated near us started
razzing me, attempting to get a rivalry going by saying how my girl was going
down this time and other similar comments. Meanwhile, Karen was engrossed in
conversation with the curly-headed brunette who'd sat beside her when I got up
to give Shanice a congratulatory hug. I hadn't seen her before but Shanice
told me her name was Kim, and that she'd be fighting later. I watched her and
Karen sharing a big laugh about something. Kim raised her glass up and I was
relieved to see Karen return the toast by clinking Kim's glass with a bottle
of mineral water. In another setting, getting absolutely plastered might have
been all right, but I really didn't want to see her embarrass herself here.
Little did I realize what "famous last words" those would turn out to be.

The next fall was about to begin. I couldn't just roll over in the face of the
taunting I was receiving, so I did my best to tout Wendy as the probable
winner, even though I lacked the enthusiasm I needed to give back as good as I
was getting. Besides, they were ganging up on me. It wasn't fair! But the
good-natured teasing stopped pretty quickly as the action go underway. Wendy
rushed straight at her opponent and, using her momentum, weight and greater
strength, got right inside of Dana's defences and slapped a bear hug on her.
With her arms around the smaller girl's ribcage and one hand gripping the
opposite wrist, she had a strong grip on her. I saw Wendy bend at the knees
slightly and, with a loud grunt, hoist her lighter victim right off her feet,
which were left dangling several inches above the mat. Some of the women at
the table gasped audibly at this pure power move. No one doubted the strength
in Wendy's arms and I could see plenty of worried expressions mixed in with
the cries encouraging Dana to hang on. Once again, I had a view second only to
the referee's. The two wrestlers were positioned more or less sideways to
where we were sitting, but I could see enough of Wendy's powerful arms and
Dana's tormented face to get a sense that there was just too great a size
difference between these two for this match to last much longer. Dana tried to
use her arms for something, but Wendy had her cinched up good, her chin
resting tight against the suspended girl's neck. It seemed like there was
nothing she was going to be able to do to free herself from the vice-like
hold.

Dana had fought well against a stronger opponent, I felt, and should have no
reason to hang her head. After all, she was giving up more than twenty-five
pounds to the big bodybuilder. Despite the shouts of support, I expected
Dana's submission any moment. I had a good view of her face and she looked in
a lot of pain. As well, she appeared to having difficulty breathing, which was
little wonder considering the predicament she was in. I saw her lips move and
heard a feeble sound escape them, but nothing that could be considered a
submission. Besides, her arms were free and she could easily tap Wendy's back
as a means of giving up. The crowd had grown quiet as Dana hung limply in the
big girl's grasp. I sensed it was over. Shanice, sitting beside me, must have
had the same feeling because she suddenly called out to her friend, loud and
clear.

"Fight through it girl. Reach down and get it. You know it's there...come on
girl, fight!"

Dana's mouth was hanging open now. She was breathing deeply, panting really.
She still looked pretty whipped, but I saw something flash across her eyes,
indicating she'd heard Shanice. If I had a high regard for this girl's spirit
before, it reached an even higher plateau as I saw Dana hook her feet around
the back of Wendy's calves for support and slowly rock her her upper body back
and forth in the tiny increments that were all Wendy's brutal bear hug would
allow for.

"That's it girl. Keep fighting. You can do it," Shanice continued, keeping up
her show of encouragement.

Dana seemed to be finding some will to keep struggling against the pain and,
amazingly enough, was starting to open up a little distance between her and
her captor. Keeping her legs wrapped tightly around Wendy's, she continued to
swing her upper body as much as she could. Eventually she got her hands onto
the bodybuilder's shoulders while she worked her neck away from Wendy's
digging chin. Now Dana's head was free and she could lean back several inches,
which she did. Dana untangled her feet and drove her heels hard against the
back of Wendy's legs. At the same time, using her grip on the big girl's
shoulders for support, she pulled her upper body forward. The combination of
these two moves was enough to cause Wendy to lose her footing. She toppled
over backwards and hit the mat hard. Dana landed on top of her.

The impact of the fall caused Wendy's arms to open up and Dana was free at
last! The girls at our table let out a huge squeal of delight and continued
yelling support for Dana, their enthusiasm now bolstered by Dana's determined
battle to escape from what had seemed certain defeat. Somehow she kept the
presence of mind to take advantage of her momentary opportunity and, one at
time, reached her arms back and hold of Wendy's legs by wrapping them behind
the fallen girl's knees. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I realized she was in
a perfect position to roll Wendy into a "matchbook" pin, her feet suspended
helplessly over her head while her opponent's knees pressed her shoulders
down. But pins were not the objective, something Dana had remembered even if I
hadn't. Instead she stood and linked her hands together, Wendy's ankles jammed
into her armpits and her feet pinned against her back. I thought I recognized
the hold she seemed like she was trying for. I couldn't remember the name of
it but one of the girl's supplied it when she screamed, "Boston Crab. Get her
in a Boston Crab!"

Dana tried to hold on to Wendy's legs and get her turned over onto her
stomach, but she lost her grip as Wendy kicked her legs loose. For a moment
both women made no move towards one another. Dana was on her feet, but bent
over and holding her clearly sore ribs while Wendy was on her hands and knees,
still recovering her breath after landing hard on her back with all of Dana's
weight crashing down on top of her.

It was Dana who appeared to recover first, although I was sure her ribs would
ache for quite a while after this match was over. Flinging herself at Wendy,
Dana got her in a reverse headlock. Both girls were on their knees, with
Dana's arm wrapped around Wendy's neck and her upper body draped over the
bodybuilder's broad back. Wendy got her arms around Dana's hips and fought to
free herself. She managed to heave the smaller girl to the side and get her
head free, but Dana gave her no respite. Fighting with a renewed energy
stamina, she once again started to take the fight to her opponent. She tried a
series of holds, all of which Wendy fought off. As she continued to find
herself thrown back to the mat, an unfazed Dana kept up her attack until their
fortunes began to reverse. Now it was Wendy who looked like she was in
trouble. Weary and worn out, she was having a harder and harder time fighting
Dana off. Her breathing was laboured, coming in giant gasps as her movements
slowed to the point where Dana was able to make one attempt at a hold after
another. Wendy wasn't mounting any sort of counter attack and was completely
on the defensive. As her smaller, but more energetic nemesis pursued her
around the ring, Wendy looked liked she'd run out of gas.

After such a titanic struggle, the end was almost anti-climatic. Out of breath
and on her hands and knees, the spent bodybuilder offered only minimal
resistance as Dana wrapped her arms around Wendy's neck and pulled her over
onto her back. She clamped her legs around Wendy's waist and held her neck
with one arm while hooking one of her elbows with the other. The ref quickly
dropped down to make sure the neck hold wasn't a choke. Dana's forearm was
underneath her opponent's chin as she pulled her head back, but her throat was
visible and her ability to breath unimpeded. Dana was curled around Wendy from
her left side, her ankles locked on her right. But she had Wendy's right arm
secured with the elbow lock and the left one trapped underneath her. The big
girl writhed helplessly as Dana worked her body scissors, muscles tensed and
taut. She squeezed in long moments of continuous pressure, which she
alternated with a bursts of short snapping type movements, relaxing her legs
one second and driving them hard into full muscular flex the next. Wendy was
now moaning in pain, almost constantly.

"Give up?" Dana yelled.

No answer. Another long squeeze, followed by a series of quick "snappers".

"Give?"

The same scenario repeated itself several times. The girls at out table were
all on their feet, anticipating their friend's imminent victory. One yelled
out "sleeper, get her in the sleeper." Dana hesitated briefly, then released
her lock on Wendy's right arm and curled her own right arm around the
defenceless girl's head, securing the hold by gripping her right biceps with
her left hand. She continued to grip Wendy's body with her legs, but mostly as
an immobilizing technique now, with the bulk of her effort going into the new
hold. She lay back fully, stretching Wendy out while the ref hovered close by,
to ensure Wendy wasn't being choked. By now, the big, muscular blonde was all
but motionless. Her legs had stopped thrashing and even her right arm lay
limply on the mat. The referee took her wrist and held it up, then let go. The
lifeless limb dropped like a stone. Wendy was unconscious!

As the ref tapped Dana on the shoulder, signalling her to release her beaten
foe, a huge cheer went up, not only from our group, but the entire room. This
had been a tremendous contest, an epic battle with a "David & Goliath"
overtone. I expected a bit of proud posturing on Dana's part and that would be
it, but I was wrong. After jumping up and celebrating her win, including
receiving congratulatory high-fives from our contingent at ringside, Dana took
the opportunity to pose for photos in the classic victory position, her bare
foot resting on her opponent's chest. Meanwhile Melissa, after a brief
conference with Shanice, picked up her microphone and announced that, because
her opponent had passed out before voicing her submission, Dana had the
opportunity to either accept victory by knockout or to force her opponent to
submit.

"And," added Melissa, "as is customary in a knockout victory, she has the
right to demand that submission in the form of her choice."

At this, a wave of hooting and hollering began. It all seemed moot to me. I
mean, although Wendy certainly seemed done for the night, why take even the
slightest chance she might recover? That very thought however, showed that
there was something going on here I had no clue about whatsoever, at least not
at this stage. Shanice would later explain what it was I was missing, but for
now I was utterly baffled when Dana eagerly chose to win by submission.

Melissa climbed out of the ring and the referee remained, as Dana now mounted
her supine victim and sat cockily on her stomach, just below her breasts. The
grin on her face was a mile wide. Spurred on by the girls at our table, she
flexed and posed in a dominant display of superiority over her rival.

Someone had tossed Dana a water bottle and she used to dribble a few drops
onto Wendy's forehead. Finally the blonde muscle girl began to stir. It took
probably the better part of a minute, but eventually she had a fully conscious
woman beneath her. Grasping her wrists, Dana leaned down, leering at the
defeated woman beneath her. I couldn't hear what was said at first until
Melissa came around to our side of the ring, her wireless mic attached to a
long boom, like the kind TV crews use. As she extended it over out we could
begin to hear what Dana was saying.

She was "baby talking" to Wendy, as she lightly slapped her cheeks!

"Wakey, wakey Wendy. C'mon, little sleepyhead, time to wake up and beg me for
mercy."

"Huh...what?"

"Aww, you don't even know what happened do you. Poor baby. I put you to sleep,
little girl. And we'll have some nice pictures to show everyone at the gym
with my foot on your chest and your face, and me sitting on top of you, just
like I am right now. That way everyone can see who the superior woman is,
right?"

"No..." Wendy sounded close to tears.

"No?" said Dana, with mock surprise. "You don't think so? Want some more
proof? How about another scissors hold. Want that?"

"No...no more please. Please."

"Oh, so you are ready to admit who's superior? Go on, say it!"

"Please, don't. Let me go please. I give up. You win, you beat me."

"Thanks for telling me what I already knew. Now I want you to tell me
something else, something I've know all along and you just found out tonight.
WHO IS THE SUPERIOR WOMAN?"

Wendy tried to avert her eyes, but Dana clapped her hand around her chin. She
pressed her knees tight against Wendy's face and repeated her question. Wendy
couldn't move her head and was forced to look at Dana's cruel smirk, as she
demanded Wendy acknowledge her superiority. Wendy tried to struggle, but her
attempts were so feeble they actually caused some members of the audience to
laugh out loud. Stung by this further humiliation, Wendy fought harder to
unseat the smug Dana, who seemed to be enjoying her ride on top of her
thrashing victim. Finally anger, frustration and embarrassment got the better
of Wendy and she yelled out, but not the words Dana wanted her to say.

"I gave up, now get off me. Get off, you fucking bitch!"

Dana wasted no time in responding to this show of defiance. She swung her legs
up and over Wendy's shoulders, yanked her head up by the hair and crossed her
ankles. Rolling over onto her side, she cupped her hands behind the struggling
girl's head and pulled it up high into her waiting thighs. Wendy's face was
pressed against her crotch. Once she had the head scissors secure, Dana took
hold of Wendy's wrists. Again, she had the bodybuilder in a futile position.
The ferocious little aerobics instructor thrust her hips hard, lifting her ass
right off the mat, as she poured everything she had into the hold. Having
already been knocked out once tonight, it was understandable Wendy was not
able to take much more pressure on her skull. She quickly gave up the struggle
and lay still. Dana loosened the hold enough to allow her opponent the chance
to speak. At the same time she let to of Wendy's top arm. I don't know if
Wendy was trying to signal her submission or make one last attempt at
resistance, but she reached out her arm and somehow her hand got tangled in
Dana's bikini top. As she pulled it back, Dana's top came flying off and her
pert, round little breasts sprung into full view. I don't know what I was
expecting her to do, but she barely reacted to her sudden state of partial
nudity. Taking hold of the bodybuilder's blonde locks, she repeated her
previous demand.

"Tell me NOW! Who is the superior woman?"

"You," Wendy gasped, "please, no more. You are the better woman. You are
superior. Please, don't squeeze me anymore. I give. You win, you're superior."

Dana smiled and closed her legs again, sealing Wendy's face once more against
her pubic mound. Her nipples, already hardened, seem to extend even further as
she gently undulated her hips and rubbed her pussy into Wendy's face. The
audience was going wild, screaming and applauded her sexy show of mastery. She
kept it up as her breathing quickened and her face grew flushed. Parting her
legs slightly, she gasped out another demand.

"Beg me. Beg me for mercy. Right now, or I'll crush your head. BEG ME NOW!"

"Mercy," Wendy sobbed, "please have mercy. Anything you say...please...mercy.
No more, I beg you."

"Say I'm the best."

"You are the best."

Dana closed her legs, but gently this time as she slowly and deliberately
thrust her hips against Wendy's face. Within seconds she let out a loud moan
while the audience went absolutely berserk watching her satisfy herself. My
dick grew hard again as I watched this live scene that blew anything I'd ever
seen in a porno film right out of the water. As Dana lay back basking in the
afterglow, she unclasped her ankles and spread her legs. Her thong was dark
and wet. Wendy, in tears now, simply lay her head against her conqueror's
thighs. Transfixed, I stared in fascination as she began to stroke Dana's
thighs, repeating "please, no more, I give" over and over. Dana stared down at
her and in another totally surprising move reached under her arms and guided
the defeated woman on top of her. Then they kissed, deep long and passionate,
their hands groping each other everywhere. The audience was on their feet,
cheering, whistling, clapping as Dana stood and helped Wendy to her feet. She
gathered the bigger girl into her arms, while unfastening her top. Then they
indulged in another long, sensual kiss. Finally they broke it off. Dana took
Wendy by the hand and they exited the ring, to wild applause.

End of Part Five