Jennifer's Date with Destiny By Bob Barron Jennifer's boyfriend challenges her to a wrestling match By Bob Barron I was walking home filled with immense pride as I had gone undefeated in a night of wrestling men. Usually I might lose or one two matches but not tonight. I destroyed my good friend Bob, demolished Dave and Petr in a handicap match, and even had a convincing victory over Mitch, who had beaten me many times. The night ended with me, Sara, Christina and Alana taking on all the boys in a handicapped Survivor Series match. Sara and I survived, and we had spent the past few hours smothering, facesitting, tying up and doing other humiliating things to show off our dominance to the defeated males. I walked in to my place and then went to my bedroom and saw my boyfriend sleeping. He didn't suspect a thing. I went to the bathroom and checked myself for any bruises and lay down next to him. I had been wrestling men since before I met Alan. My friend Bob and I had been wrestling each other for years and then I met Sara and her boyfriend. We started wrestling every weekend with various guys and girls joining us. Sara relied on her skill, speed and strength to make the men submit, while I just used my raw strength. Sara was deceptively strong, but I wasn't. I worked out at the gym a lot and was very muscular. I loved overpowering men with my strength and then making them tap out to the Regal Stretch, my submission hold. What always amused me was that even though Sara was a much better wrestler, guys would always want to fight her, rather than me. Every Saturday Alan thought I was hanging out with my girlfriends rather then beating up boys. On the few occasions he really wanted to go out, I'd have to skip a Fight Night. Alan never seemed too intimidated my strength and always said how beautiful I looked with my muscles. I always wondered if I could beat him in wrestling, but never knew how to ask that question. Still when we rolled around in bed, I knew I was stronger and often had visions of me smothering him and making him tap. Luckily for me, even though I wasn't wrestling Alan, I had Bob and other guys to be my punching bags. One night later- Alan hadn't suspected a thing. With all the ass kicking I did, I really didn't look like I had done any wrestling. I wondered how bad the boys had to be looking. That night, Alan was going out with the guys, so I invited Bob over to watch a movie. After the movie, Bob and I were talking about last night and talking about the matches. As we were laughing about my dominant handicap match, Bob said, "You know there were a couple of points in our match where I felt I could've had you." I resisted the urge to spit out my drink. "Bob, all I remember about that match was me throwing you around, punching you in the stomach and locking in the Regal Stretch. And then you tapped like a bitch." Bob sometimes had the tendency to try to rationalise his defeats by thinking he actually had a chance. He did not. "I don't know Jennifer, I just felt I had a chance to win last night." Enough was enough. "You know what Bob- let's go right now. You think you had an opening, try to find them now. Let's go." Bob smiled and said, "You got it." I didn't even bother to change, so I was wrestling in a T-shirt and jeans. I had a mat in a nearby closet, pulled it out and said, "You're going to regret this one." We faced off. The thought of Alan walking in briefly crossed my mind, but no one questions my superiority. Bob was going to pay for opening his mouth, just like he did every other time he tried to rationalise his chances. We locked up and I threw him right to the ground. Bob got up, but I grabbed him and flipped him over my head. He staggered up and ran at me with a clothesline. I didn't even bother to move, I simply just grabbed him as he was running, and threw him again. Bob was slow to get up, so I went over to him, picked him up and dropped down with a suplex. He screamed in pain. "You feel you have a chance now, you pussy? Come on, you bitch!" Bob could only moan, and I picked him and slammed him on the mat. I could've pinned him, but I wanted a few more minutes of fun. I punched him in the stomach and he fell over. "The only way you'd have a chance against me is if I was blindfolded. And even then I'd kick your fucking ass." I stood over Bob and flexed, and I told him he was going to feel my pain and the full power of my strength. I picked him up and locked in a punishing bearhug. "Come on, Bob, submit to me ... .and I might let you go." Bob was screaming in pain, with his futile attempts to break my grip. Just as it looked like he might be submitting to me, I heard the door open. Alan walked in and it was quite the sight. There was with me clad in t-shirt and jeans, squeezing the hell out of one of my friends. "What the fuck?" Alan was stunned. I quickly let Bob go and chucked him to the ground. "I can explain," I said. Alan ran up to Bob and pulled him up and got right in his face. "Did you try to hurt her, you piece of shit? Did you try to pull anything with her you fuck?" His face was red and it looked like Bob was about to get another beatdown. I stepped in and attempted to calm things down. "Look Alan, I can totally explain. Bob didn't try to do anything with me, except question my female superiority. Bob, you should go, so I can sit and share some things with Alan." Bob slowly got up and left, as Alan glared at him the whole time. I told Alan to sit down and began spilling my secret. I told him how I wrestle men and that my girls nights with Sara was actually me going to her apartment to wrestle and beat the crap out of men. I told him how Bob and I have been wrestling for years, and the result he saw tonight was typical. I chose not to mention my joy in smothering men with my breasts and crotch, I figure he didn't need to know that. I also didn't mention the videos I had of me wrestling, because in case he challenged me, I didn't want him to be intimidated. "So you wrestle men, and you win?" "Yes, Alan. I don't win all the time, but I can usually defeat the men I face. It's a group of us, so I'm usually wrestling the same guys." "Now are these guys small like Bob?" "Actually, often I'm facing guys who are taller and weigh more than I do. But I can still kick their ass. I'm that good." "I don't believe it." That remark pissed me off. "Look at me Alan," I snapped, and then flexed for him. "Is it so hard to believe that a girl with my strength could defeat a man in a wrestling match?" "I know you're strong Jen," he said. "But I just can't believe that you can defeat a guy in wrestling. I mean that's insane." "Why do you act like it's so remarkable?" I countered. "Is the fact that I have tits supposed to make me a bad wrestler? Alan was trying to back-pedal, but I knew what he meant. He was questioning my female superiority, and most guys who do that end up getting Regal stretched. Just as I was about to propose something, Alan said it first. "I wonder if you could beat me," he said. "Is that a challenge?" "You know what, it is. I want to know if I can beat my girlfriend at wrestling." "You're on Alan. It's going to be a pleasure adding you to my list of male victims." I went up to him and flexed in his face. "I'm going to enjoy putting you in your place," he said. "It will be nice to show you who the man is in this relationship." We decided to make the match next Saturday. I decided to miss a week of Fight Night, since I didn't want to wrestle other guys before facing Alan, and I felt the match should be in private. I went over to Sara's a few days later to tell her why I'd be missing Fight Night. At first she was disappointed, but when I told her I was fighting Alan, she got excited. "I'm so happy for you, you get to kick your boyfriend's ass!" she exclaimed. "And maybe he'll be into it, and we can do tag matches, handicap matches, the possibilities are endless!" "We haven't fought yet," I said. "And while I know I can defeat him, I am a little worried that it will cost me a boyfriend." Sara sat me down and told me to block that out of my mind. If Alan wasn't man enough to accept his girlfriend kicking his ass, then fuck him, he wasn't good enough for me. She told me to go out there and concentrate on showing him who was boss, and not changing anything about the way I fight. "Look, when I first started wrestling Mitch, a little part of me wondered whether I should hold back and not beat him all the time," she said. "But that's not fair to him, and it wasn't fair to me. If he doesn't like it, well then you realised your boyfriend's a pussy and it's good you found out now." I thanked Sara for the pep talk and left, confident about what I would do on Saturday. I hit the gym with extra gusto that week, lifting weights and making sure my muscles were in tip-top shape. I didn't want to eke out a victory against Alan, I wanted to destroy him. I found out that Alan also spent the week at the gym, hoping he'd be able to put me in my place. Saturday soon arrived, and that night, we cleared everything away, put out the mats and the match was on. Jennifer v. Alan The rules for the match were a one-fall contest that could be won by pinfall or submission. The mats had tape wrapped around them, that were like ropes. If you were in a hold and grabbed them, the hold had to be broken. Alan and I also hadn't seen each other all week as a way to build up tension and it worked. I hadn't said a word to him since he came in, and as we faced off, we were just staring at each other. Alan was wearing blue shorts. I was wearing a red sports bra and a green bikini bottom. I decided to forgo my usual scandalous attire in place of something reserved. While I loved wrestling nearly naked, Sara said that in serious matches, it was best to dress conservatively. We locked up, and I felt relieved knowing I was instantly stronger than him. I let him think it was neutral for a second, before I flexed my muscles and pushed him back. As he stood there stunned, I flexed for him. "Come on Alan. I could've told you I was stronger than you without the humiliation." "Bring it Jennifer." He didn't have to ask twice, and we locked up again. This time I flexed my muscles and threw him to the ground. He cursed, and I flexed and smiled at him again. "There's nothing to be ashamed of Alan. In fact, we're just warming up." As I was flexing and posing for Alan, he caught me off guard with a spear. We tumbled to the mat, and began wrestling on the mat. This worried me, since mat wrestling was my biggest weakness. We struggled for a bit trying to get pinfalls or submission moves on each other. I quickly realised something. I was much better than Alan. I ended up on top of him, and he was doing everything he could to not get his shoulders down. We rolled around a bit, and he was grunting and doing everything he could to gain an advantage, while I was barely breaking a sweat and easily controlling him. I soon was able to lock in a bodyscissor. He squirmed for a bit, but since it was early in the match, he was able to break it. As he got up, I ambushed him back on the mat, and was easily controlling him again. I locked him in another bodyscissor, and then stretched him with a front facelock. Alan screamed out in pain. "Oh poor Alan. This move hurts like a bitch doesn't it. You know how to end this." Alan didn't respond, but I realised he was very close to "the ropes" and soon stuck out his leg and I had to break the hold. I released it, and looked down at Alan and started laughing. "You just felt female power, son," I said. I pulled Alan up, and pulled him toward me, and gave him a belly to belly suplex. As Alan got up from that one, he ran right into a clothesline. Before he could get up from that, I gave him a monkeyflip to the other side of the room. "Had enough Alan? Enjoying yourself? Have I showed you who the man in the relationship is yet?" Alan was able to trip me up and we went back down in the mat again. He quickly got on top of me, and tried to schoolgirl pin me, but I just smiled at him. I threw him off me. He came at me again, and I was able to pick him up and gave him a devastating suplex. Alan screamed in pain. "Oh god, oh god." "That was your one little hope spot Alster." I felt so good, the match was going perfectly for me. I strutted around for a bit, and waited for Alan to pull himself up. When he did, I gave him a German suplex. Alan was lying on the mat on his stomach, moaning in pain. "Now Alan, I could finish you off now, but you doubted my strength," I said, moving over his body. "No one doubts Jennifer's strength. Time to show you a slam exhibition. Word of warning- your back won't like this." Alan could only moan, and he offered little resistance. "Good boy, I would say this will hurt me more than it will hurt you, but who am I kidding. I'm going to love this." I slammed Alan. Then I powerslammed him. Then as he begged off, I press slammed him. "This one is going to blow your mind." "Ohh God oh fuck, please-" "Shut up." I picked him up, and did a press slam, and did one rep in the air while holding him. I threw him to the mat, as Alan's moans filled the room. "Time to finish your pathetic ass off." I dropped some elbows on his shoulder before it was time to lock in my finishing move, The Regal Stretch. (An arm-trapped cross-legged STF). I waited for the inevitable, feeling like the strongest girl in the world. "Ahhhahhhhhh fuck I give I give," Alan screamed, tapping the mat wildly. "Not yet. Who kicked your ass?" I yelled. "Ahhhh you did. You did Jennifer. Fuck, let me go!" Alan kept yelling in pain. "Who is the strongest and sexiest woman on the world, who can defeat any man she chooses?" "Ahh you are. You are. Ahhh I quit, you win." "Fucking pussy." With that, I released the hold, and Alan fell to the mat. I turned him over on his back and told him if he moved anywhere, I'd kill him. I went to change into my facesitting thong. I came back, and stood over Alan. "You talked a good game Alan, but in the end, like every other man I've fought, you learned what female superiority was about. You're nothing compared to me. I dominated you in wrestling, and now I'm about to dominate you some more." I took off my sports bra and threw it right at his face and began smothering him. Sara made her smothers as seductive and sexual as possible, I just suffocate the poor bastard by burying my breasts in his face. And that's what I did to Alan. I smothered him for a while, barely giving him anytime to breathe. He knew better than to try to fight back. After smothering him, it was facesitting time! But before I could facesat him, I had to call Sara. Before I went to get my phone, I turned to Alan's bright red face and assured him he would not be going anywhere by tying him up with my sports bra. I got the phone, and sat on Alan's face, burying his head in my ass, and dialled Sara. "Hello?" Sara was breathing heavily. "Hey Sara, guess what I'm doing?" "What?" "I'm facesitting Alan!" "That's so cool. I'm so proud of you. I'm facesitting Mitch!" I laughed, and told Sara all about the match. As I described my ass kicking of Alan, I bounced up and down on his face, causing him more pain and humiliation. She described her beatdown of Mitch. "Well Sara, I have to go, Alan needs to endure a faceful of crotch." "So does Mitch. Congratulations Jennifer, I am so proud of you. And if Alan can hear me beneath your ass- that's female power for you!" I turned around, and engulfed Alan's face in my crotch. Guys hated being dominated by me, because I didn't make it fun- I made it torture. I kept bouncing up and down on his face, and suffocating him to the point that he was almost unconscious. And of course I laid in the taunts. "You don't look like you're enjoying this Alan. Funny, all you had to was defeat your precious little girlfriend, and all of this could've been avoided," I said. "Enjoy this Alan. If women knew how much of a bitch you were, you would never get a woman's breasts or crotch in your face." Alan could only groan. I facesat and reverse facesat him for another hour, and then smothered him some more, all while continually taunting him. I felt I had made my point, so I got off Alan, put my foot on his chest and flexed. "That's female domination baby!"