Fitness Contestant vs. Bodybuilder
by brooksie     brooksie@pacificcoast.net
A wrestling match between a fitness competitor and a female bodybuilder


Shannon Fitzgerald felt great! She had just finished an intense workout and
still had tons of energy. I could have gone for another hour, she thought. Her
stamina and strength had increased tremendously and she felt totally prepared
for her upcoming fitness competition. She had been competing at the national
level for about two years and had been placing higher in each contest. A tall,
gorgeous brunette with thick, auburn hair and a sinewy, athletic physique, she
was one of the most popular people in her gym. She was a sought-after fitness
model locally and was starting to become known nationally. Her gym gave her
free membership in exchange for modelling for their advertisements and
everyone there was encouraging and supportive of her contest efforts. Well,
almost everyone. Shannon had always gotten a bad time from a woman named Lynn,
who was an aspiring bodybuilder. Lynn was shorter and heavier-set than
Shannon, although all of it was muscle. At 5' 6 and 175 lbs, she was 4 inches
shorter and 20 lbs heavier. She had short blonde hair and a pretty, roundish
face. Many would find her pretty, although she was certainly not the stunning
beauty that Shannon was. She had a tremendously well-muscled body and was
capable of some very impressive lifts including 315 lb. squats and 200 lb.
bench presses. She worked very hard, putting in 2 - 3 hrs. of heavy lifting a
day, five days a week.

As a bodybuilder, she felt resentful of fitness competitors like Shannon.
While everyone at the gym expressed keen interest in Shannon and followed her
progress on the fitness circuit, not many people paid Lynn's career any
attention at all. She felt completely overshadowed by Shannon. As a result,
she showed no friendliness towards Shannon whatsoever and even went out of her
way to show her up. She would often perform exercises right after Shannon had
finished, making comments like "Oh, just leave those plates on, honey, I'm
gonna add some real weight to that bar."

Lynn hated the way people fawned over the gorgeous fitness competitor, asking
about upcoming competitions and other questions related to her career. Lynn
worked two part-time jobs and spent all of her free time training while
Shannon was leading an increasingly glamourous existence, making her money
from modelling and acting as a personal trainer to some wealthy clients at the
gym, who helped sponsor her. Lynn had no sponsors and paid her own expenses
travelling to small bodybuilding competitions that had nowhere near the
profile and exposure of the glitzy fitness shows Shannon participated in.
Shannon was aware that Lynn had seemed to have taken a dislike to her, even
though she had never given her any reason to, that she could think of. She was
an upbeat, positive person who just shrugged negative vibes off. Shannon was
focused on her upcoming contest and was training with a fervour that allowed
her to block out any potential distractions. The day before she was to leave
for the contest, Shannon was working out in the gym and nearly everyone thee
stopped to wish her good luck, saying things like "You can do it", "Go get
'em", "We're all behind you" and so on. Lynn was working out at the same time
and felt increasingly sickened by all these well-wishers. She resented the
increasing attention paid to these fitness contests, which in her mind, were
little more than beauty pageants.

Two days later Lynn walked into the gym and found a crowd of people gathered
around the notice board, which featured a blow-up of the morning newspaper
article describing Shannon's contest victory. There was a large photo of her
on stage with her arm held aloft by the show's organizer and the other
cradling her first place trophy. Lynn went through her workout with the kind
of reckless energy fuelled by anger. Unfortunately for her, there was no
reprieve. The gym threw a big welcome-back reception for Shannon and several
more stories appeared about her in the local press. It was a week or more
before things returned to normal, although Shannon was now more the centre of
attention that ever. It was all too much for Lynn and she decided to start
looking for a new gym. She knew of one she thought was alright, run by a pair
of brothers, Nick and Marco. They had a good gym, well- equipped but it was a
little out of her way. She decided the extra travel was worth it.

Nick and Marco came from a large Italian family. Their father had been a local
boxing promoter who ran a small gym downtown where mostly fighters and a few
weight lifters trained. It was that gym the brothers originally took over. As
the neighbouhood grew increasingly run down and interest in boxing fell off,
the brothers decided to re-locate and open a new gym, one that catered more to
the modern, fitness-oriented market but would still appeal to the serious
weight trainer. One of the brothers' sidelines was promoting so-called "Tough
Man/Tough Woman" competitions where amateur fighters boxed in three round
bouts. They had also begun promoting "Ultimate Fighting" type of competitions
as part of these events as well but even so, attendance for these events was
not huge and they were always on the lookout for added attractions that would
stimulate interest.

"I'm telling you Nicky, these fitness women are very tough. They may look like
models with muscles but you should see some of the stuff they can do." Marco
was trying to sell his older brother on the idea of a feature attraction to
boost attendance in the next "Tough Man" fight. "They're incredible athletes"
he continued "they've got the cardiovascular conditioning of a runner, the
flexibility of a dancer and the agility of a gymnast and some of these women
are as strong as any female bodybuilder, even some of the guys."

"Come on, what are you talking this nonsense for?" Nick challenged.

"It' s not nonsense" Marco insisted "they have to perform amazing feats of
strength. I know of one woman who can do 40 one-armed pushups. Here, look at
this" he said, handing his brother a copy of a women's bodybuilding magazine
with a photo of a top fitness competitor curling her entire bodyweght, 130
lbs. "Yeah, but she's cheating" Nick complained "look how far back she's
leaning." Marco looked at his brother with exasperation. "Hey, think about it
Nicky, how many guys you know that could curl that much weight without
cheating. And guarantee, if they could, they'd weigh a lot more than she does.
Some of these women are very strong. Besides, wrestling's about more than pure
strength, you know that. Especially upper body. The legs are more important.
Same with endurance, skill and strategy. You should consider this, it would be
a really good draw." Marco's idea was to feature a special wrestling match
between a female bodybuilder and a fitness contestant at their upcoming event.
He was well aware of the growing rivalry between these two branches of women's
athletics and that's what had inspired him, as well as the media coverage of
Shannon Fitzgerald. He knew if he could get her to wrestle they would have a
huge attraction on their hands. Plenty of guys would gladly fork out twenty
bucks just to see that, not to mention their buddies and girlfriends. One
article Marco had seen said that Shannon had wrestled in high school,
competing in a few tournaments and had studied judo and jujitsu.

"So you're gonna get this fitness girl, what's her name?"

"Shannon Fitzgerald."

"Ok Shannon, what are you gonna pay her?"

"Flat fee. I was thinking of offering her a grand."

"A thousand dollars?"

"Yeah, and five hundred for her opponent because she wouldn't be as big a
draw."

"Fifteen hundred dollars, you want to spend fifteen hundred bucks on this?"

"Actually a little more. We should increase the advertising budget a bit,
maybe another five hundred. You know, take out a bigger ad in the paper, in
the sports section. Look, two grand, that's only and extra 100 tickets and we
make it back. 200 and we double our investment but I'm betting we sell at
least another 300-400, maybe more. Come on, what have we got to lose? We
barely broke even on the last two shows. Hell, I've been thinking we ought to
start promoting one of these fitness shows ourselves, we'd probably do
better."

His brother stared at the picture in the magazine. "This Shannon, she look as
good as this girl?" "Better, Nicky, better. She's tall, long thick hair, she's
a real knockout." Nick chuckled at his brother's choice of adjective. "Ok you
talk to her, see what she says. By the way, who you gonna get to fight her?"

"I don't know. I know a few female bodybuilders. They're always hungry for
cash. It won't be a problem."

"You see that new girl that joined the gym a few days ago?"

"No."

"Big girl. She gotta lot of muscle. You should talk to her."

"What's her name?"

"I can't remember but you'll see her. Short blonde hair, you can't miss her."

Marco contacted Shannon and found her to be pleasant to deal with but
certainly no pushover. The guarantee was to be against a slice of the gross
receipts. She recognized the potential for the brothers to make a lot of money
and if it turned out that way, she wanted a piece of the action. Marco knew
Nick would be pissed but it was the only deal she would take. In return he got
her to agree to a half-hour time limit match so the customers would be sure to
get a good show. Shannon told Marco to draw up the contract and she would sign
it, pending approval of the as-yet-unnamed opponent. Now all Marco had to do
was find someone to wrestle against her. He went back to the gym and told his
brother about the agreement he'd made with Shannon Fitzgerald. As he expected,
Nick didn't like giving up a percentage but Marco convinced him this fitness
girl vs. bodybuilder thing would be a big draw and they'd make money on it
anyway. The real potential was in follow up matches if the first one turned
out to be a big draw. Reluctantly, Nick went along with his younger brother.
"Now all I gotta do is find an opponent for her" Marco said.

"Hey that girl is here, the one I told you about." Nick remembered suddenly
"Why don't you ask her?"

Marco left the office and went downstairs to the weight training area. Nick
had been right, she wasn't hard to spot. He watched the muscualr blonde work
out for a while, noting the heavy weight she was lifting. He waited until she
took a rest break and approached her.

"Hi" he said "my name is Marco, I'm one of the owners." She looked at him
impassively.

"Lynn." she said simply. No smile, no offer of a handshake. She's one cool
customer, Marco thought.

"I'm looking for a female bodybuilder for an event my brother and I are
promoting. Could you stop by the office when you're finished and we could
discuss it?"

"Sure." she said.

"Great. It's upstairs, first door on the right."

"I'll be another hour or so."

"That's ok, I'm not going anywhere. I'll see you when you're done."

Lynn nodded and turned her attention back to the weights. Marco lingered at
the bottom of the staircase and watched with amazment as she selected an 85lb.
dumbell and began doing one-armed rows with it. Man, he said to himself, this
is one strong girl.

"Did you talk to her?" Nick asked when he came back into the office.

"Yeah, she's going to stop by when she's finished her workout. You seen the
weights she lifts?"

Nick nodded, "Hey maybe she's gonna beat up on your fitness girl."

"Maybe." Marco smiled "We'll see if she's even interested."

"Well I got some things to do, so I'll leave it in your hands but no more
percentage deals, capiche?"

Marco nodded, his face reddening. It was clear Nick though Shannon had gotten
the better of him in their negotiation. Marco started drawing up the contract
with Shannon and crunched some numbers. It worked out that they'd only have to
sell an additional 75 seats to break even. That seemed like a piece of cake.
Marco felt certain this wrestling match would sell at least another 200
tickets. He was sure he had a winner with this idea. He decided, as an
incentive, he'd tack on an extra six months to Lynn's membership if she won. A
short time later he heard a knock and glanced up from his computer screen.
Lynn was standing there, dressed in a track suit.

"Come in" Marco said, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk "can I get you
anything, coffee, soft drink?"

"No thanks, I've got water." Lynn answered, holding up a plastic bottle. "What
did you want to talk to me about?" Straight down to business, Marco noted.

"My brother and I put on the "Tough Man/Tough Woman" competitions. "Have you
heard of them?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well we have an idea for an additional event we hope will draw some more
people out. Have you ever done any wrestling?"

"Not professionally."

"I'm not talking about that stupid TV stuff. What I have in mind is a straight
wrestling match between a female bodybuilder and a woman who competes in these
fitness and strength shows." He saw her expression change from one of mild
interest to intense curiosity.

"Really?" she said "You want me to wrestle a fitness contestant?"

"Right, in a half hour time limit match."

"What are you offering for this?"

"How does five hundred sound, with an extra six months on your membership if
you win?"

"How about a year?"

"Yeah ok, a year. You interested?"

"Well I know a little about wrestling. My brother wrestled all throughout high
school and college and he taught me a few things. I can usually take care of
myself alright and I'm pretty strong."

"Yes, I noticed." Marco smiled.

"Who am I supposed to fight?"

"Shannon Fitzgerald, you know her?" For the first time he saw her smile.

Actually, she was grinning broadly.

"Where do I sign?"

"You sound pretty eager, you got a grudge against her or something?"

"I used to work out at the gym she goes to. You could say I'm not her biggest
fan."

"Does she know you?"

"Yeah, she knows me."

"What's your last name?"

"Thompson."

"Listen, my agreement with her depends on who her opponent is. Let me talk to
her and I'll get back to you."

"Sure. I hope she doesn't chicken out."

"I'll be in touch." Marco said as he showed her out.

Wow, Marco said to himself after Lynn left, I might have a grudge match going
on here. This idea just keeps looking better and better. He called Shannon
Fitzgerald and got her machine. "This is Marco. I found an opponent. She says
you know her. Her name's Lynn Thompson and she used to work out at your gym.
Short blonde hair, quite muscular, does that sound familiar? Anyway, she's
agreed to wrestle against you. Call me back and tell me what you think." He
hadn't heard from her by the time he left for the day so he had the phone
forwarded to his home number. He was just finishing dinner when Shannon
called.

"I got your message and yeah, I remember Lynn. She was never very friendly. I
don't think she liked me very much."

"She did say something about not being your biggest fan."

"She does know this is wrestling and not a streetfight, right?"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure she does. Strictly legitimate, the referee will
be instructed to keep it clean, no blows, hairpullling, ear biting..." Shannon
giggled at the reference to Mike Tyson.

"I guess it'll be alright then. I'll sign the contract and send it over to you
tomorrow along with some photos you can use for your promo."

"Great! Thanks Sannon, I'll be in touch."

Nick was already there when he came in the next morning. "Well, it's all set
up Nicky. I spoke with Shannon and she agreed to wrestle Lynn."

"Who's Lynn?"

"The girl you told me about, the one who works out here."

"Oh yeah, how much you paying her?"

"Flat fee, five hundred, and an extra year on her membership if she wins."

"What do you mean if?"

"I keep telling you, don't underestimate Shannon. I'm betting she's a lot
tougher than you think."

"Well, we're gonna see, aren't we?"

"Yep, we are."

The event was scheduled for six weeks time. Marco decided to feature Shannon's
photo prominently on the poster and advertising campaign and his hunch paid
off. Ticket sales were up substantially from previous events and by the time
the day of the event came almost 600 had been sold. They did another 150 at
the door. The wrestling match as a half time event between the women's and
men's boxing matches. Marco checked both women's dressing rooms to make sure
they were ready. Lynn was announced first and she entered the ring wearing a
blue two-piece suit. Her muscular body ripplied as she flexed and posed for
the crowd. Then Shannon's name was announced and a huge cheer erupted. She
wore a white T-back top with black trim and a high-cut black thong-style
bottom. She didn't have the bulging muscles that Lynn did but she looked hard,
with a toned, strong looking physique. She smiled, waved to her many fans and
went to her corner to await the start of the match. The announcer informed the
crowd this was to be a half hour time limit contest with falls won by either
five count pins or submission, the winner being the one with the most falls at
the end of the alloted time. The referee motioned both women forward,
cautioned them about the rules and raised his right arm in the air. He brought
it down with a slashing motion and blew his whistle.

Shannon and Lynn circled cautiously, neither willing to make the first move,
each looking for an opening. Shannon tried a few feints but Lynn didn't go for
them. She took a step towards the beautiful fitness competitor and lunged
forward, ducking under Shannon's outstretched arms and wrapping up her up in a
bear hug, holding Shannon tight just below the ribcage. Lynn squeezed her arms
tightly with all her strength and smiled to herself as she heard Shannon grunt
with pain. She tried to lift Shannon off her feet to see if she could gain a
submission but the auburn-haired beauty was too tall for her. Lynn had her
right arm clasped around her left wrist, her legs spread wide and her knees
slightly bent. She was perfectly balanced and had Shannon bent back far enough
so her legs weren't able to help her. Lynn began relaxing her hold for an
instant, then crushing Shannon hard, delivering a series of shots to her
ribcage. If the fitness competitor had not been in such incredible shape she
would probably have had to submit by now. Even so, she was running out of air,
her breath coming in short gasps. "How about it honey, you want to give?" Lynn
asked, accompanying the question with a hard shot from her powerful arms.
Shannon said nothing and concentrated on her breathing. She wanted to use her
own arms to push Lynn's head back by getting a hand under her chin. But Lynn
was leaning forward and had her chin resting on Shannon's shoulder, digging
into her trapesius muscle. In desperation Shannon lifted her shoulders as hard
and as fast as she could, causing the bodybuilder to pull her head back just
enough for Shannon to get her hand under Lynn's chin and push. At the same
time, she found enough leverage to wrap one of her legs around Lynn's ankle
and trip her to the mat. Lynn held on tight as both women went down and used
her grip to muscle to Shannon onto her stomach. Releasing the bearhug she
reached under her opponent's arms and around behind her head, securing a full
nelson. She lay on top of Shannon, using her bodyweight to hold the taller
girl down as she adjusted the hold until she was squeezing Shannon's arms
together at the elbows. The beautiful brunette squirmed, twisted and tried
everything she could to get her arms loose but Lynn's hold was unbreakable.
Shannon finally stopped struggling and lay still. Lynn felt the fight go out
of her. She moved her knees forward and sat on Shannon's lower back. Leaning
forward to keep the full nelson tight, he then used the grip to lift Shannon's
upper body off the mat, bending her backwards. Pain shot through her lower
back and Shannon submitted instantly. "I give, I give." she cried out. The
referee tapped Lynn on the shoulder and she chuckled as she unlocked her arms.
"Not so hot now, are you?" she sneered into Shannon's ear as she stood, flexed
her arms and went back to her corner. There was a 60 second rest break between
falls.

The crowd was quiet as they waited for the next round to start. Shannon was
obviously the favourite and she had been decisely beaten in under five
minutes. She'd been able to mount no offense at all. She's even stronger than
I thought Shannon told herself as she stretched out her shoulders and back.
She knew she had better endurance than her muscular opponent and decided to
try and wear her down as much as possible. The longer this goes, the better
chance I have, thought Shannon. The next round began and the competitors moved
to the centre of the ring. Shannon moved quickly around Lynn, keeping out of
her reach, not wanting to give her a chance to get those powerful arms around
her ribs again. After 15 seconds or so of this Lynn charged forward and
Shannon took a step back, caught the bodybuilder by her outstretched wrist and
used a judo throw to toss her over her shoulder. Lynn hit the mat with a thud.
She rolled onto her stomach and got to her hands and knees but no further as
Shannon pounced, driving her back down onto her stomach. She snared Lynn in a
half-nelson. Keeping her weight on the bodybuilder's back, she used her legs
to tie up her opponent's lower limbs, keeping Lynn pressed flat. Shanon turned
the half-nelson into a chicken wing armlock. She adjusted he position to lean
more of her weight into the arm hold and scissored one of Lynn's legs. She had
the muscular bodybuilder tied up neatly and poured all her strength into the
brutal hold. Lynn cried out in agony but could do nothing to free herself. She
began to whimper "Please, stop, you're breaking my arm."

"Give up then." Shannon replied, wrenching Lynn's arm even harder. Lynn
screamed her submission and Shannon released her debilitating hold, rising to
her feet to acknowledge the cheering crowd. The announcer's voice came over
the P.A. "Second fall, by submission, to Shannon Fitzgerald. The score is now
one fall apiece."

Lynn glared hatefully at Shannon as she rubbed her injured limb. The fitness
champ's hold had really hurt her. The one minute rest period passed too
quickly for Lynn. As the referee signalled the beginning of the next round,
Lynn was now the cautious one as Shannon pursued, seeking to press her
advantage. They locked up a few times, neither gaining a hold on her opponent.
Shannon faked going low for Lynn's legs and then sidestepped and hooked her
sore arm. Lynn cried out in pain as Shannon twisted it behind her in a
hammerlock. She had Lynn bent forward and, keeping the hold on with one hand,
she picked up an ankle with the other and sent her opponent to the mat.
Wasting no time, the athletic fitness competitor smashed her knees into Lynn's
back, flattening her. Sitting astride her back, she smartly kept her weight
back, over Lynn's thighs. As Lynn tried to use her arms to lift herself off
the mat, Shannon hooked her elbows and slid forward, keeping her knees high
and her feet flat on the mat. She pulled back on Lynn's arms and secured them
over her knees, leaving Lynn's arms trapped and dangling helplessly. The
bodybuilder tried to keep her chin tucked into her chest but Shannon cooly
squeezed the back of her neck, causing Lynn to hunch her shoulders and jerk
her head back, allowing Shannon to cup her hands under her chin and complete
the camel clutch hold. Lynn fought with every ounce of strength she had but
the fitness beauty was too well positioned and easily rode out her struggles.
Eventually her back began to spasm and she submitted to Shannon for the second
time. Shannon rose and again smiled and waved to the cheering crowd as the
referee knelt to check if Lynn was alright. "I'm ok." she said tersely,
getting to her feet and returning to her corner. She looked across the ring at
the radiant beauty, who was now leading two falls to one. She was still
smiling and waving to her many fans and looked fresh and energetic. Meanwhile
Lynn was breathing heavily and was hurt and confused. She had imagined using
her tremendous strength to woman-handle Shannon around the ring, crushing her
in one powerful hold after another. She had dreamt of showing Shannon up in
front of all those people who thought whe was so great. The match had started
out that way but it seemed as if

Shannon had turned the tide and was now taking the fight to the bodybuilder,
giving her the public humiliation Lynn had planned for her.

She began sensing a creeping feeling of doubt. Lynn shook her head, as if
trying to cast these thoughts from her mind. She looked at the clock.

Only twelve minutes had elapsed. She still had eighteen minutes left to get
back in this and resolved to do so.

The referee motioned the two women forward as he blew his whistle to start the
next fall. As badly as she wanted to rush forward and grab Shannon, Lynn
forced herself to be patient. Shannon was also exercising caution and the fall
started out slowly. Eventually, after a series of feints, attempted grabs and
aborted charges, the women locked up and began struggling to take each other
down. They got their legs tangled up and fell to the mat, grappling furiously
to stay on top of one another. Lynn's strength and shorter stature favoured
this kind of fight and she eventually got on top of Shannon. She turned her on
her back and snatched one of Shannon's legs, trying to roll the fitness beauty
up and pin her shoulders for a five count. Shannon kicked her other leg out
and was successful in rolling Lynn off her. Both competitors reached their
knees, threw their arms around each other and began grappling again. This time
it was Shannon who forced Lynn onto her back. She tried for a grapevine but
Lynn's upper body strength allowed her to topple Shannon sideways before she
could secure the leg lock. Once again they found themselves thrashing and
rolling around on the mat. Lynn was breathing hard and her strength was
weakening as Shannon's superior conditioning began to pay off. Slowly she
began to take control of her muscular opponent. The bodybuilder was
continually on the defensive, while Shannon kept after her relentlessly. The
fall had lasted over seven minutes when Shanon trapped Lynn on her back,
straddling her. This time she was successful in twining her legs around Lynn's
while gaining control of her wrists and stretching Lynn's arms out fully. The
gorgeous fitness competitor slammed her chest against Lynn's and held her down
as the referee began to count the pin. The count reached three before Lynn was
able to twist her upper body enough to lift her shoulder slightly off the mat.
Shannon simply pressed her down and the count began again. Lynn could hear the
cheering crowd and was able to make out patrons in the front row yelling out
things like "Hold her down Shannon" "You've got her" "Keep her pinned" and so
on. Twice more Lynn was able to lift her shoulder off the mat before she ran
out of energy. She turned her head from side to side but could do nothing to
unseat Shannon as the count reached five and the ref slapped the mat
indicating another fall for the victorious fitness queen. Shannon took her
time climbing off the beaten bodybuilder, who could only watch, crestfallen,
as she strutted around the ring flexing her beautifully muscled body.

The fourth fall had taken over eight minutes and ended in defeat for the
shaken bodybuilder, leaving her facing a 3 - 1 deficit with less than ten
minutes remaining in the match. To add to her misery, Lynn couldn't seem to
slow her heart rate or get her breathing back to normal. As the 60 second rest
break ended she saw Shannon bounce enthusiastically back to the centre of the
ring while she was still slouched against the ropes, looking for a second
wind. As the whistle blew, she stepped wearily forward. Shannon changed her
tactics now and rushed straight at Lynn, knocking her back against the ropes.
She seized Lynn by the wrist, pulled her off the ropes and tossed her over her
shoulder, slamming her on her back. Lynn scrambled back to her feet only to
have Shannon immediately clamped on a headlock and bend her forward at the
waist. She planted her leg, extended her shapely hip and throwing Lynn across
it. This time she followed up her throw slipping on a full nelson and twisting
Lynn into a sitting position. Shannon sat down herself and clamped her long,
powerful legs around the bodybuilder's waist. Holding Lynn's arms and neck
tight, Shannon began to squeeze, slowly increasing the pressure until Lynn was
unable to draw a complete breath. When she heard Lynn's breathing become
laboured, Shannon switched from applying steady pressure to the gasping woman
to jolting her with short, snapping shots to the midsection. After several of
these, she released the full nelson and slid out from behind her victim,
keeping the bodyscissors around her waist. Leaning on one arm, Shannon put a
hand on Lynn's chest and shoved her onto her back while adjusting her legs so
they now gripped Lynn around the ribcage. Completing her series of rapid-fire
manoeuvers, Shannon added an armbar and layed out flat on her back. The armbar
could have gained her an instant submission but she wanted to finish Lynn
slowly in the vice-like grip of her punishing leg scissors. She used the
armbar as a controlling hold, upping the pressure only when Lynn tried to move
around, effectively forcing the muscular blonde to lie still and endure the
force of her crushing thighs. "Give!" demanded Shannon. Lynn's mouth hung open
but no sound came out.

"Do you submit?" asked the referee, kneeling beside the trapped bodybuilder.

"Yes, yes I give." Lynn whispered, her voice barely audible.

The ref slapped the mat again and Shannon unlocked her legs. She used her top
one to shove Lynn in the butt, forcing her to roll off her bottom leg. "Not
bad for a wimpy fitness competitor, huh?" She didn't wait for an answer, but
strode proudly to her corner as the announcer's voice boomed over the public
address system "Winner of the 5th fall, now leading by 4 falls to 1...Shannon
Fitzgerald!"

The audience was cheering loudly now, realizing that with less than five
minutes remaining, their favourite was clearly headed for victory in this
fitness girl vs. bodybuilder competition. Shannon stood and acknowledged the
cheers, feeding off the crowd's energy. Her powerful physique was pumped and
seemed to shine under the lights, glistening with beads of persperation.
Meanwhile in the opposite corner Lynn looked completely depleted, sweating
heavily under those same lights, her breathing coming hard and ragged. The
rest period passed leaving Lynn still feeling tired and sore. She appeared
sluggish as the referee blew his whistle and the clock began to run. Shannon
bounded forward eagerly.

She looked strong and energetic as she easily manoevered her more muscular
opponent around the ring, showing off her judo skills by repeatedly tossing
Lynn to the mat and just standing back, allowing her to rise only to be flung
back down again. After the last throw, Lynn seemed to be having trouble
getting up. She had a dazed expression on her face and seemed disoriented as
Shannon turned her over onto her stomach and snatched her wrists, jerking
Lynn's arms straight back. She placed her bare foot against Lynn's back and,
with almost casual ease, held her in a surfboard, a big smile on her face. The
surfboard is not a hold normally used in competitive matches, rather more of a
showy, dominance-type of hold usually reserved for faked wrestling videos. The
fact that Shannon was able to put Lynn into it so easily and that she was not
putting up any resistance demonstrated to all that she was on empty, totally
defeated and without the will or stamina to put up any kind of struggle.
Glancing up at the clock, Shannon saw that a little over a minute remained.
She decided to try and finish the match with a move she had always considered
the ultimate submission hold. She let go of one arm and applied an armbar the
other one, using the grip to lever Lynn to her feet. Once she had her upright
Shannon released her arm, bent down and wrapped her arms around Lynn's upper
thighs. She took a deep breath and, with a mighty heave, she stood up,
hoisting her victim over her shoulder. She leaned forward, shifting Lynn's
weight across her back and put one arm between her legs and the other under
her chin, stretching the poor girl across her shoulders. Once she felt the
balance was right, the Shannon stood up straight, with her Lynn helplessly
secured across shoulders in a backbreaker hold. Shannon couldn't have timed it
any better. Whipping the crowd into an absolute frenzy, she bounced Lynn up
and down on her shoulders while pulling down on Lynn's leg and neck.
Submission was instantaneous. The buzzer went went off, indicating the end of
the match. Shannon let Lynn crash to the canvas, where she lay still, moaning
in pain. The announcment came "Winner of this bodybuilder versus fitness
competitor match, with an overwhelming 6 - 1 victory, Shannon Fitzgerald!" the
crowd erupted as the referee held Shannon's arm up while she placed her
beautiful bare foot on her opponent's neck and flexed her bicep. She looked
magnificantly powerful and dominant as she posed in victory, while the
cheering crowd rose to their feet, acknowledging her total dominance. Shannon
stepped to the ring apron and was shaking hands and signing pictures.

Meanwhile, Lynn slowly got to her knees. She burned with embarassment and
shame and was glad to be barely noticed as a ring attendant escorted her to
her dressing room. She collapsed on the small sofa and immediately broke down
sobbing from a combination of pain and humiliation. A moment or two later
there was a knock on the door. Lynn didn't answer right away.

"Lynn? It's Marco, are you alright? No answer, then he heard a sob. "Lynn? Are
you hurt?"

"Go away. I'm alright. I'm not injured. Please, just let me be alone for a
while."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, please go away."

She heard his footsteps walking away and continued to cry. Finally, all cried
out, she turned on the shower and stood under the hot water for a very long
time. How could I hve let this happen, she wondered. She went over the match,
looking for some way to blame herself, a mistake or some example of
carelessness. Eventually it dawned on her - she hadn't done anything stupid.
Shannon had simply beaten her through a combination of superior skill and
stamina...and strength! Lynn had assumed she would be far ahead in that
category but it had not been the case. Shannon was very strong, even without
the bulging muscles of a bodybuilder; a lot stronger that than Lynn had
expected. As the hot water splashed over her back and neck, Lynn began to
daydream. She expected to feel nothing but anger and rage towards the fitness
competitor but instead, found herself admiring her skillful demonstration of
superiority, her dominating power, her athletic physique. Lynn was imagining
Shannon here with her now, in the shower. She saw herself soaping Shannon's
long back and wide shoulders, her large, round, firm breasts and smooth,
strong legs as she knelt down to...with a shock, Lynn realized she was having
a submissive sexual fantasy. She was horrified and yet, she could not deny
what she was feeling. She was overpowered by a sensation of pure lust for
Shannon. And what was more, she wanted the gorgeous fitness competitor to
dominate her and force her into sexual subservience. As these thoughts flooded
Lynn's consciousness, her brain disengaged. She tried to use mental effort to
purge these thoughts from her mind but she could not. Her brain would not
comply and she felt as trapped in her dream- like fantasy as she had been in
Shannon's inescapable wrestling holds. Lynn shut the water off, stepped out of
the shower and began toweling herself dry. As she did, she heard voices in the
next room. Pressing her ear to the connecting door, she recognized Shannon and
Marco. It seemed as if they were just finishing their conversation. She heard
the door to the hallway open and Marco say goodnight. She listened again, but
there seemed to be no one else in the room now. She heard some sounds as
Shannon moved about but no more voices. Lynn knocked on the door.

"Yes?" Shannon answered.

"Shanon, it's Lynn. Can I talk with you please?

"Uh, just a minute." The door opened and Shannon stood there, wrapped in a
white towel, the same as Lynn.

"I was just about to shower." Shannon said, sounding cautious. She searched
Lynn's face for any sign of anger or rage, wondering if she was seeking
revenge but Lynn's eyes were downcast and she seemed relaxed, if somewhat
awkward and uncomfortable. Surveying her, Shannon could see where several
large bruises were starting to form.

"Can I come in please?" Lynn asked, her voice nearly breaking. Shannon stepped
aside and let her in. She had expected Lynn to be angry and upset but instead
she stood before her, head bowed and cheeks flushed. Shannon wondered if she
was injured.

"How are you feeling? I didn't mean to hurt you, I just did what I..."

"I know Shannon" Lynn interrupted "you just did what you needed to. Please, I
need to say something." She looked up and Shannon couldn't quite read her
expression. It was a vulnerable, pleading look. "I want to apologize" Lynn
continued "for being so jealous and bitter, for all the mean things I've said
to you...for acting like such a bitch. I always hated the attention you got,
the way people at the gym were so supportive and encouraging. I trained just
as hard but no one took any notice. I allowed myself to become resentful and
tried to take it out on you. I'm sorry."

There was no mistaking the sincerity in Lynn's voice and the obvious guilt she
felt about her past behaviour. Shannon didn't know what to say. "You showed me
who the better woman was tonight Shannon. I had no idea you were so skilled
and strong. I just want to, uh, I need to, oh God I don't know how to say
this. I've never felt anything like this." Lynn looked at Shannon again and
this time there was not mistaking the lust written in large letters, in her
pleading eyes, her quivering chin and hungry lips. But there was something
else in her face too.

"What are you trying to say, Lynn?"

"Shannon please, I want to..." she hung her head before going on "I want to
submit to you...sexually. Please Shannon, let me worship you tonight. I need
to acknowledge your superiority." They were sitting side by side on the sofa.
Unable to control herself any longer, Lynn slid off the sofa and knelt at
Shannon's feet, wrapping her arms around Shannon's legs and pressing her cheek
against her knee. Shannon was utterly stunned. This was the last reaction she
expected from this woman, especially after humiliating her in public as she
had tonight. Still, she knew that extreme behaviours sometimes masked emotions
that were the exact opposite of the ones being expressed and that traumatic
events could sometimes release those repressed feelings. She didn't know what
to say or what to do. She had fantasized about other women before and had
fooled around a little but there was always some hesitancy and embarassment,
maybe a little guilt and nothing much ever happened. But here was an
opportunity to really experience another woman, one who was begging her to
take charge of her and control the course of events, who was right now on her
knees before her. Suddenly, as if snapping out of a trance, Shannon realized
she had gone on a flight of fancy that had taken her across a line she'd never
crossed before. She stood, cradling Lynn's face in her hands and gently guided
her to her feet. "Go turn on the shower." she breathed in Lynn's ear, as she
removed both of their towels. She watched Lynn's muscular body flex as she
opened the door to the shower stall, twisted the faucets and laid out the bath
mat. For a second, she marvelled at the bodybuilder's physique and then felt a
surge of pride as she realized she had overpowered and subdued this muscular
woman and now had her in a state of willing submission. Shannon suddenly felt
supremely confident and masterful. For tonight, she would be a powerful
mistress who would revel in her victory.

Satisfied with the water temperature, Lynn stood aside and waited for Shannon
to step into the shower which she did, pulling Lynn in with her. She stood
with her back to the stream, letting the water cascade over her hard, sinewy
body. She lifted her arms over her head and leaned back, thrusting her large,
round breasts forward. She looked at Lynn and saw her eyes widen with
amazement and desire. Shannon felt as sensual and sexy as she ever had. She
was a goddess. "Wash me" she told Lynn "all over." She turned and felt Lynn
begin to soap her back and shoulders, then her hard muscular buttocks, sinking
slowly to her knees as she wrapped her soapy hands around Shannon's thighs.
Shannon felt herself tingle and shudder with anticipation as Lynn's hands made
their way up to her crotch, but her fingers brushed against Shannon's pussy
for just an instant before switching directions. Moving down her legs, Lynn
gently lifting the auburn-haired beauty's feet one by one and resting them on
her big, muscular thighs and she knelt down, carefully, respectfully washing
her feet. Moving back up her legs, Lynn paused and gently rubbed the back of
Shannon's knees while she caressed and squeezed her strong calves and thighs.
She put her lips on Shanon's knee, right by the tendon that connects the thigh
to the calf and flicked the tip of her tongue around, causing Shannon to
shiver, even as the hot water pelted down on her. Lynn continued her soapy
excursion back up Shannon's lean, taut body again lingering briefly at her
pussy before spreading soap all over her stomach, underarms and breasts. Lynn
was now standing up again as she continued to massage Shannon's incredibly
firm, round breasts, tentatively kissing the nape of her neck.

"Ohhhhh" Shannon moaned "that feels good, your lips, your tongue mmmmm".

Lynn continued kissing and licking Shannon for several minutes until she could
feel her start to pant, her breath coming in uneven gasps. Then, carefully,
never letting her lips leave Shannon's body, she gently turned Shannon's body
back towards her. She let her lips lightly brush against Shannon's and her
tongue flick rapidly in and out of her mouth. Then she continued downward,
softly nibbling on her neck and fondly kissed her breasts. She alternated
between licking, sucking and lightly biting first one nipple, then the other
until they were both as erect as Lynn had ever seen a nipple get. They
extended out, adding to the magnificence of the majestic orbs they crowned.
Lynn guided Shannon around so that her back was facing her again. She kept one
hand on one or the other of Shannon's breasts, while using her other to wash
her pussy. Shannon was now moaning, her eyes closed and head thrown back. Lynn
slid her soapy hand in between Shannon's ass cheeks and continued to wash her.
She placed her finger against Shannon's anus. Her moans got louder and her
whole body started to twitch. Lynn knew if she penetrated her, Shannon would
explode in orgasmic frenzy. She removed her finger and spread Shannon's ass
cheeks, allowing the water to run between them. Lynn took a washcloth and
knelt down to finish cleaning any soap residue left in Shannon's genital area.
For a moment, Lynn was unsure of how far to go. But with the hot water
pounding down on them and the steam, both literally and figuratively rising,
both women were past the point of no return. Lynn stood and went straight for
Shannon's eager, waiting lips. The gasping, quivering fitness champ embraced
her passionately while Lynn's hands began to work into Shannon's pussy and her
fingers caressed and rubbed her engorged clitoris. Meanwhile she pressed her
own small, hard breasts against Shannon's and the two muscular female athletes
gyrated in a dance of sexual frenzy as Shannon neared orgasm. Lynn deftly slid
her hand underneath and, keeping her thumb pressed hard against Shannon's
clit, placed her finger against her anus and pushed it deep into her ass. "Oh
God, ohhhhhh God!!!!" Shannon shrieked as she pulled her mouth away from
Lynn's and bit down on her lower lip. Her juices gushed as she stood stiffly
in the frozen throes of orgasm. Then her body relaxed and she collapsed
against Lynn. "Oh, that was so good, so sweet, mmmm, oh yes." Lynn made sure
Shannon's sticky juices were washed off, then shut the water off. She toweled
first Shannon, then herself off, draped one of her lover's arms around her
broad shoulders and walked her over to the sofa. Shannon sat back, looking
pale and drained. "That was amazing." she said. "That was just the beginning.
I want do do so much more I could do. Please, let me serve you tonight." Lynn
knelt at Shannon's feet. "Please Mistress, I beg you for the privilage. She
bent her head and kissed Shannon's foot. She cradled it in both hands and
began lightly flicking her tongue around the tip of Shannon's big toe,
scraping her teeth against it and then slipping it into her mouth as if she
was giving it a blow job. After a couple of minutes, Shannon again began to
moan and tremble with delight. "Oh yes, I want you with me
tonight...definitely, but I have some people waiting for me, to celebrate."
She started to giggle, thinking of how she was really planning to celebrate
her win. "Did you drive here?" Lynn nodded.

"Here's my address" she said, fishing for a pen and paper in her purse. She
handed the paper to Lynn. "Meet me there in an hour." Lynn gave her foot
another quick kiss.

"I'll be there, and I promise, you won't regret it."

Both women dressed quickly and left. Shannon went to join her friends at the
bar where they were waiting for her. She had a something to eat and a
celebratory drink then, claiming exhaustion excused herself. Meanwhile Lynn
had gone to grab a bite and then drove to Shannon's house, waiting for her to
arrive. She couldn't quite believe what was happening, but she was driven by
some inexplicable need to subjegate herself to the beautiful woman who had
conquered her so completely. A few minutes later, Shanon pulled into the
driveway and Lynn went to meet her. Shannon unlocked the door to her modest
two-bedroom bungaow and they stepped inside. They dropped their bags by the
front door and went into the living room. Shannon stood facing Lynn in front
the L-shaped sectional couch, suddenly feeling awkward and unsure of what to
do. She looked at Lynn questioningly. Lynn glanced around, as if sizing up the
space. She looked down at the coffee table and asked if they could move it.
They placed it behind the couch by the front door. Shannon's living room was
large and carpeted. Lynn began undressing, smiling shyly at Shannon, who
followed suit. Soon they were both naked. "I want you to take me." Lynn
breathed. Shannon stepped close and put her arms around Lynn. She was
surprised to find her efforts blocked as Lynn put her own arms out and grasped
her by the wrists. "No Shannon. I want you to TAKE ME." In an instant she
realized Lynn wanted to be forcibly taken, to again experience Shannon's
dominating mastery over her. She supposed it was so her submissive side could
fully emerge. Shannon felt a sudden rush of excitement as she realized she was
about to be worshipped by this muscular bodybuilder who she had won such an
overwhelming victory over. She yanked her arms from Lynn's grasp and swiftly
took hold of her wrist, twisting Lynn's arm into a tight hammerlock. With her
other arm she put Lynn in a half-nelson. She bumped her knees into the back of
Lynn's, sending her sprawling face down on the rug. Shannon released the
half-nelson and pulled Lynn's other arm behind her back as well. Now, with a
commanding double hammerlock on the helpless girl, she slid forward and used
her knees to keep Lynn's arms in place. Then she gently turned Lynn's head to
the side so she could see her face. Shannon leaned forward and slithered her
tongue into Lynn's ear, causing her to writhe in simultaneous pain and
pleasure. "You know I have you baby" Shannon whispered "better give up."

"No, no" Lynn protested "not again."

"Yes again. I have you at my mercy. You are helpless to resist me, aren't you?
Come on sweetheart, submit to my power, beg me for mercy. You know I can hurt
you, don't you?"

"Yes" sobbed Lynn.

"Do you give in to me completely, acknowledge my total superiority?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Say it" coaxed Shannon "Say what I want to hear."

"I give in to you Shannon, to your power and strength, to your unmatched
wrestling talents. You are my superior, my mistress. I beg you to have mercy
on me. I am helpless against you. Please goddess Shannon, show mercy on me, I
beg you."

"Oh yeah, that's good baby. And are you going to serve me, give yourself over
entirely to my pleasure, become my sexual slave?"

"Yes, yes please, anything you desire. I exist only for your pleasure my
beautiful goddess.

"That's perfect. I own you now, don't I?"

"Yes. I am your slave Shannon."

Shannon chuckled. "Look at you, once so proud and defiant, now begging to
kneel before me and obey my every command. You have been conquered, haven't
you?"

"Yes goddess, I submit to you. You are my master."

Shannon slid off Lynn and reapplied a half nelson. She put her other arm
between Lynn's legs and pulled, neatly flipping the bodybuilder onto her back.
In a flash, Shannon secured a grapevine and, with Lynn's legs now under
control, she took hold of her wrists and stretched her arms straight out above
her head. She smiled down at her victim.

"Maybe I should show you how far these long legs can stretch. What do you
think, should I spread you legs nice and wide?"

"No please Shannon. I'll do anything. You are too strong and powerful. I beg
you not to hurt me.

"Very good my little slave. You are becoming a first rate begger.
Unfortunately for you, my legs are feeling a little cramped and I think I need
to stretch them out." Slowly, relentlessly, Shannon forced Lynn's legs wide
apart. At the same time, she smothered Lynn's cries by enveloping her face in
her huge breasts. She kept this up for 20 - 30 seconds, long enough to leave
Lynn gasping for breath when Shannon finally lifted her mountainous breasts
off her. Lynn's inner thighs ached with pain from Shannon's tortuous stretch.
She was also panicked by how easily Shannon could control her ability to
breath. Her eyes were wide with terror. Lynn struggled to pull her arms free,
her legs being helplessly locked.

"Oh no baby, there is no escape. You're mine, to do with what I want. Ever
been tit-whipped honey?"

Shannon laughed as she swung her heavy breasts back and forth, slapping Lynn's
face with them.

Unable to move, and now being subjected to this humiliating breast pummeling,
Lynn reached a state of utter, abject submission. she began to sob openly,
tears flowing freely as she entreated her captor to show mercy and not hurt
her anymore. Shannon released her hold and sat up high on Lynn's chest. She
flexed her arms and sang out "The champion!" She put her hands on her hips and
demanded Lynn feel her thighs.

"Nice and hard, aren't they? Tell me how good they feel?" Lynn ran her hands
over Shannon's muscular legs, showering her with praise for them, telling her
she had the strongest, most beautiful legs she had had ever seen.

"Would you like to feel them?" Shannon asked teasingly.

Lynn hadn't stopped moving her hands over Shannon's thighs since being ordered
to do so.

"But I am feeling them, Mistress."

"I mean this way." Shannon laughed as she swung around and faced Lynn's feet.
She slid her legs forward, capturing Lynn's head in a reverse headscissors.
She gave Lynn a brief taste of her potent, crushing force. She loosened them
enough for Lynn to be able to speak.

"Have you any doubt that I could knock you out with this hold?"

"No goddess, I have no doubt. I know you could but I beg you not to. Let me
remain conscious to serve you instead. Please mistress, allow me to kiss your
beautiful pussy. Let me put my tongue inside you. Guide me, direct me. I'll
obey your every command, please, I beg you."

With that, Shannon changed the hold into a figure-four reverse headscissors
and used her bulging calf to push Lynn's head into her glutes.

"Lick my ass, slave. Push your tongue in. That's it. Oh yes, yes, yes."

After a few minutes of this, Shannon flipped onto her back and hooked her legs
around Lynn's neck, pulling her head forward into her warm, wet pussy. Lynn's
tongue flicked and darted around, inflamming Shannon's clit until it throbbed.
Then she plunged it deep inside her. She used her thumb to continue massaging
Shannon's clit while using her other hand to push two fingers into Shannon's
anus. The fitness beauty went completely over the edge. Wailing like a
banshee, she braced her feet on the floor, lifting her pelvis high into the
air. Gasping, panting, moaning and groaning, she nearly drowned Lynn in a
copious flood of her juices. Eventually, she collapsed and, gathering Lynn
into her arms, smothered her with kisses. She was a whirlwind, licking,
sucking and gently nibbling on her lips, ears and neck. Her energy and passion
was overpowering and irresistable. Lynn could do nothing as Shannon simply
consumed her with a an all-encompassing sexual energy. Finally she relaxed and
fell back, completely satisfied. Lynn leaned over her and tenderly kissed her
eyelids while softly rubbing her temples. In a matter of seconds, Shannon was
fast asleep. Lynn picked her up like a child and carried her in her arms to
the bedroom. Laying her down, Lynn pulled back the blankets and tucked Shannon
in. Then she climbed in beside the sleeping beauty, cuddled close to her and
fell sound asleep as well.