The Mixed Wrestling Tournament 2 Part 3
by Bob Barron  folklore81@yahoo.com
Brent and Sara meet in a brutal match to determine the mixed wrestling champion. Can Brent get the win that’s eluded him for so long?


This is the third and final part of my story; you can read part 1 at-
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc21/mixedwrestling2-01.txt

And part 2 at-

http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc21/mixedwrestling2-02.txt

This story is a sequel to other stories I have written, you can read them
here- http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc15/sara2.txt
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc15/brentreturn1.txt
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc18/handicappedhell.txt
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc18/mixedwrestlingvideo.txt

(Unlike previous mixed wrestling stories- Brent narrates this)

Now it was time for the final match, me v. Sara. Sara had beaten me in a
singles match, a tag match, a handicapped elimination match and a handicapped
hell match and I was itching to beat her and win the Mixed Wrestling
Tournament. Given that Sara and Jennifer seemed to regularly dominate the guys
here (and Christina is no slouch either), a guy winning the tourney would be
wild. Plus I would've beaten Sara and Jennifer in one night. I was 0-4 v.
Sara. She had had knocked me out, smothered me, facesat me, tied me up and
generally humiliated me. I had given her some of the hardest mixed matches she
had ever fought but still couldn't get that elusive victory.

The match was to be a Best 2/3 falls. Fall 1 would be a Last Person Standing
Match. I'd have to beat Sara so badly that she couldn't answer a 10 count.
Fall 2 would be an I Quit Match. In this one I'd have to make Sara say I Quit
to lose. Sara said she would reveal Fall 3 if "it got that far." We both
agreed that it wouldn't go that far.

Sara v. Brent

Sara had gone and changed into a one-piece swimsuit. In round 1, she was only
wearing a thong. In round 2, she put on a bra. In round 3, she put on shorts.
Sara had said she usually wrestled only in a thong to ease the pressure off
and to show her opponent she just wanted to have fun. But she took this
tournament very seriously, and showed that in her attire. I was wearing the
same blue shorts I had worn the whole tournament. I was ready and she was
ready. We shook hands before the match as a show of good faith.

Fall 1- Last Person Standing

Mitch did in the introductions. "In this corner, standing at 6'0 and weighing
180 pounds ... Brent!" I raised my hands and stared right at Sara. "In this
corner, standing at 5'4 and weighing ... "

Sara interjected, "Hey asshole. Don't reveal my weight. That's not polite."

The match was started and Sara and I just looked at each other. We locked up
and I instantly got her in a headlock takedown and let go of her. Sara got up
at one and I laughed. We locked up, and Sara instantly got me in a headlock,
took me down, and let go. I got up at one. "I can do that too, and I'm much
smaller then you. Kinda sad eh?"

I got up and tackled her into the mat. As we landed with a thud, Sara wrapped
her legs around my waist and squeezed as I got her in another headlock. We
both tried to squeeze and hurt the other and soon released both holds as we
were both in pain. I grabbed Sara's leg and attempted to turn her over but she
kicked me away with her other leg. Sara popped up and caught me with two knees
as I advanced towards her. She picked me up and managed to suplex me. She then
did it two more times and began counting. I was dazed and my back hurt a bit,
but I was able to get up at 2.

I looked at Sara and challenged her to a test of strength. Sara was full of
confidence and she expected. Luckily, she hadn't sapped my strength and I got
Sara down to her knees wincing in pain. I kept squeezing and then let her go.
As she lay there recovering I kneed her a couple times in the chest and then
picked her up and gave her two suplexes. She got up at 2. She charged at me
and took me down and we rolled around on the mat for a while with none of us
able to establish anything. At one point we both got in centre position and
Sara put up her fists.

I nodded at her and we began to go at it. I was quicker then she expected and
a lot of her shots missed. She left her tits open, but I realised I could get
her better if I got her face. I fired off a shot to her face and connected.
Sara staggered for a second, and I got her in the face again, she almost fell
back and I went at her tits with a vengeance. Sara was moaning and groaning in
pain, but I wouldn't let up and kept making sure my fist was connecting with
her tits. I could see she was looking to get at my balls, but I kept moving
around. Finally, I got a great shot in the chest and Sara fell to the mat.

As the counting began, I said, "You know Sara, it's a shame for you that you
can't just quit right now and ice up those titties." Well that got her up
pretty quickly and she charged at me and took me down. I was stronger though
and landed on top. Sara again forgot to block her tits, so I got a free shot.
Sara winced loudly in pain and said, "It's sad your only offence involves
hitting a girl in her tits, just because you'll never touch them." I nailed
her again there, picked her up by the hair and kneed her in the gut and then
gave her a bodyslam. I stood over her and said, "You were saying?" Sara got up
at 5.

Sara was staggering a bit and when she came towards me, I kneed her and locked
her in a bearhug, Sara screamed and I kept squeezing as she moaned. I didn't
notice Sara's hands, and she used them to get me in the face a few times and
then nail me on the side of my head and I broke the hold. Sara put up her
fists again, I knew she wanted to get the best of me. We danced around a bit
and I noticed Sara's speed wasn't there as it usually was. I dodged a few jabs
and found an opening in her stomach. She tried for a ballshot, but I pushed
her away and got her in the face, and I saw some blood trickle from her nose.
I got a few more tit shots and again she went down. I don't know what was
going on, but my barrage of tit shots really took a lot out of her. A few more
shots and Sara was down again, and she looked really pissed. She also looked
beat up and tired. The girls looked worried while Petr was beaming. Sara lay
there for a few seconds, probably collecting herself and then got up at 6,
while flipping me off.

As Sara got up, I dove at her with a clothesline and knocked her back down
again. I then picked her up and gave her a suplex. I then gave her a
gordbuster and Sara got a bit more bloody. I then picked her up, flexed and
gave her a suplex by holding her up for a few seconds. Another punch and she
got up at 7. I was feeling really confident now and I thought I might actually
finally beat Sara.

Sara and I circled again and she dove at me. She tried to take me down on the
mat, but I pushed her away. She charged at me again, but I kneed her in the
stomach and she fell back and cursed again. I went over to her, slapped her
around a bit and gave her a jackhammer suplex. I picked her up and gave her a
fisherman suplex, before again driving my knees into her stomach. Sara was
gasping in pain, and I turned her over on her front, gave her a spanking
before turning her over again. I went up and delivered a frog splash and came
crashing down on her. I don't think Mitch liked that too much but I had to
win. Sara got up at 8.

I knew I had to end it, and it was powerslam time. I gave Sara a bodyslam and
then picked her up and was ready to plant her into the mat with my running
powerslam. I put her over my shoulder and just as I was about to do it, Sara
slipped out, pushed me off, and just as I turned around, gave me a swift kick
in the balls. I fell right to the mat, as it hurt like hell. Sara was now
standing over me, slightly bloodied and bruised, and she was PISSED. I think
someone was getting her adrenaline rush back.

I stayed on the mat for a little bit just to collect myself and to know that
Sara was back. It didn't help. I got up and she swarmed me. She speared me
right back into the mat and kept hitting me and slapping me as I tried to
cover up. She sure was pissed and now I was getting bruised and was trying to
fight back. She was ducking all my attempted shots and it was becoming hard to
fight on my back. Sara pulled me up, but quickly clotheslined me and then gave
me a monkeyflip. I got up, but again she was able to quickly spear me. I got
up at 3.

I don't know what had happened, I was one more powerslam away from beating her
and now she was beating on me. She yelled, "Come on Brent! Put up those
fists!" I was hesitant but I didn't want to back down and we did. Sara came
swarming up to me and the fact that she had quicker reflexes then me did me
in. For a girl, she could hit really hard. She kept punching me and I tried
anything I could to defend myself, but she was way too fast. She blocked all
my attempted tit shots, and kept wailing at my chest. She got me good in the
face, and just as I was about to fall down, she nailed me in the balls. Again.
I fell right to the mat almost blacking out from the pain. What the hell was
happening? Sara stood over me, smiling. She then cupped her tits and pointed
at my face.

I got up and charged at her, spearing her into the ground. I tried to make
some headway on top of her, but she wrapped her legs around me and started
squeezing. She had her arms used and slapped me right in the face and then got
another shot. I rolled off and Sara let me go. As I lay there, Sara gave me a
splash. She then picked me up, monkeyflipped me again and propped me up in the
corner where she started dishing out the chops. I saw Mitch cringe at how loud
they sounded. I kept trying to defend myself or do anything to block her, but
it was to no avail. She ducked all my punches, and when I shoved her, she just
headbutted my stomach and kept on punching. My balls were sore, my chest was
bright red, and there was marks all over my face. I fell down again and Sara
just smiled. I was just so sore all over. I got up at up 6.

I knew I had to do something, and I challenged Sara to a test of strength. As
we locked, I kneed her in the stomach, and then gave her a clothesline. I gave
another knee in the stomach, and set her up for a bodyslam. Sara used her free
hands to constantly attack me, and she ended up falling on top of me. We got
up and faced off again and I was so frustrated. Sara said, "Come on you pussy.
Let's do a test of strength for real. I won't knee you, don't knee me. Pussy."
We locked wrists again and to my shock, Sara was winning. I was so weakened
and beaten by this point that my strength felt like jelly and Sara had so much
adrenaline. She soon got me on my knees, and I was moaning in pain. She
started laughing and said, "Again". I resolved to beat her, and we locked
wrists again. "I'm such a bitch," Sara soon said and kneed me right in the
stomach and then suplexed me.

Not letting up, Sara gave me another suplex, and then a jackhammer suplex. I
was in so much pain and Sara kept telling me to shut up everytime I moaned.
She almost knocked me out with a gordbuster, but I was still semi-conscious.
She locked in a bodyscissor and I was thrashing about she said, "See boys,
this is how you dominate someone." My earlier advantage now seemed like a
distant memory. Sara gave me two more suplexes, a punch in the chest and there
I was lying on my back, trying not to black out and looking at all the boys
concerned faces. The next thing I heard was Sara's elbow driving into my
stomach. I was the victim of her flying elbow. As I lay there, and the
counting began, she was flexing to all the boys and doing muscle poses. I
hated when she did that, and willed myself to somehow got up. As the count hit
9, I staggered up. I had no fighting will left, I just wanted to prove
something.

Sara saw me staggering and said, "Oh fuck you." She went up to me but I had no
defence. She gave me a ballshot, and I fell down. She started rubbing her legs
and quick as a flash, my head was in between her legs. Sara was lying on her
side asking the boys if she thought I could make me quit. I thrashed and
moaned, but my strength was zapped, and I could not break the hold. After a
few minutes, Sara let me go. I tried to sit up, but fell back down. At the
count of 8, I did one last attempt to get up but couldn't do it. At the count
of 10, Sara jumped in the air, hugged Jennifer and said, "Me: 1. You: 0.

As I lay there, I tried to remember what happened. I was so close to putting
her away, but one slipout and one ballshot and somehow, she had spent the last
half dominating me. I resolved to just keep her under control in the I Quit
match and just not lose focus. I could make her say I Quit, I had to! Sara
knew I was in no condition to fight, so we had another match.

Patty/Jennifer v. Jim/Steve

Patty and Jennifer called themselves "Too Strong" and offered to beat the
brothers. Steve was humiliated by his loss to Christina and wanted to fight
again. Jim also wanted revenge against Jennifer for beating him in round 1,
and figured her weakened state would make her easier to beat.

I was lying in the corner, trying to recover, so I didn't see much of the
match but it was a joke. Jennifer could've beaten Jim and Steve by herself.
Jennifer beat the shit out of Jim for a bit. Steve was too scared to tag in,
but did so anyway and got the shit beat out of him by Patty. Jennifer then
mopped up Steve while Patty took care of Jim. Steve was soon locked in a
bearhug and Jim in Jennifer's Regal stretch and both boys were screaming their
submissions. I think the boys were worried about Patty becoming a force in
mixed wrestling.

Sara gave me a few more minutes to recover and after doing some stretching, I
felt okay to go. I wasn't 100%, but I saw Sara had sores on her as well, so
she wasn't 100% either. She had changed into white tanktop, black bra and
tight blue shorts. How she was so gorgeous, yet so deadly, we could never
figure out.

Mitch did the introductions again, and we were ready to begin.

Sara v. Brent- I Quit Match

I wanted to win this match and make her say I Quit, but for some reason, I
couldn't muster up all the confidence in round 1. Instead of being confident I
could defeat her, I was more nervous about losing to her.

We circled for a second and Sara said, "Ohhh I can't wait to hear those words
come out of your mouth." I bulldozed her the minute the words came out of her
mouth, and got her to the mat. I turned her over and tried to lock in some
stretching holds. I didn't have one defining submission hold like Sara's
scissors, so my strategy was to wear her down with various submission holds
until she was forced to say I Quit. I tried to stretch her arms back, but Sara
was quick and wriggled away. She went after my legs, and managed to trip me up
and we were fighting on the mat.

I was still a little fatigued from the beating I took earlier and Sara wasn't,
which made me worried. This was more evident when we were fighting on the mat.
I usually was able to get on top of Sara, but she was more then holding her
own here. I got on top of her, but she threw me off, and quickly got on top of
me and I threw her off. We did some more mat wrestling, and Sara's speed was
once again helping her. She was holding me at bay and quickly got an armbar on
me. It was painful and I winced. Sara winked at me, but I quickly spun out of
the hold. Sara dove on me again, and again was getting scary good at
manoeuvring me. I was tired from all the wrestling and especially my beating.
I kept trying to resist her, but she got me in a painful hammerlock. It took
me a few minutes, but I was able to break that too. I had my back to Sara, and
she took advantage by quickly grabbing me and throwing me over.

I got up and Sara had a big grin on her face. "Just say it," she said. "It'll
save you so much pain!" "Fuck you!" I exclaimed, and quickly charged at her.

Sara and me battled it out on the mat for a little and I again was flustered
by my inability to put her away with my strength. It's not like she was
kicking my ass, but this was supposed to be where I had the advantage. Sara
got on top for a second, but got off and I followed. But she immediately got
me with a hiptoss. I got up and walked into another one. Then she got me with
an armdrag and held on with an armbar. It wasn't enough to make me submit, but
I was getting pissed. As she held me in the armbar, she said, "Come on Brent?
Isn't this fun?"

She let me go after a few minutes, and we faced off. I put up my fists and
Sara said, "Oh boy." She put up her fists as well and we went at it. I was
really determined, and I think Sara got cocky, as she left her tits wide open
and I nailed them several times. She cried out in pain, and I laughed. I got
her a couple times in her chest, one more time in the tits, and then split her
lip open. Sara was falling to the mat, and a clothesline got her there faster.
I pounced and began working her over. I got her in some basic mat submission
holds to wear her down. I picked her up and gave her two suplexes. Sara yelled
in pain. I picked her up for bodyslam and said, "Say the magic words and I put
you down gently." She cursed at me and I pressed her.

I realised I could end the match now and conserve energy for a fall three. For
the first time I was feeling a little bit confident. I remembered how I made
Jennifer submit and I got behind Sara and locked in a full nelson. It took a
few seconds to fully lock it in, and Sara was being a bitch but I soon had it,
in the middle of the mat.

I know some people thought I was going for the finish too early, but I was
getting tired and I wanted to show her up. Sara was moaning and groaning and I
had it locked in. My only fear was her going for a ballshot, but I thought
that out and would just grin and bear it and shift my weight. I was screaming
at her to say it and Sara kept trying to think of ways out of it. For a few
minutes this went on, and I didn't know what Sara was thinking and just hoping
she'd quit. The boys were on the edge of their seats, I didn't want to let
them down again. Sara got her foot up and I thought she might go for a
ballshot, but instead she just laughed and said, "Watch this."

Sara's arm muscles weren't her forte but she started pushing and straining and
using all her might to break it. I was trying to hold on, but she was still
fresh and I was fatigued and I felt my grip being loosened. I was trying to
hold on, but Sara kept grunting and pushing her arms and to my horror, she
broke free after a minute of struggling. The boys were crestfallen and I
cursed. Sara said, "You're going to wish you had cursed in about a second,"
and she back-kicked me right in the balls. I screamed out in pain and fell to
the mat.

"Now we go to school, bitch!" Sara exclaimed. I had tried my big finisher and
it had backfired. I was fucked, but I was going do my best to survive.

Sara got me in a bodyscissors and her strong legs were squeezing hard against
my body. I was in pain, and Sara kept telling me just to say the magic words.
I pushed and pushed and was able to break it. Sara simply pounced and soon
locked me in a Crippler Crossface. I immediately yelled out in pain and the
punishment my face had taken did not make this better. Sara was pulling back
hard, and the only thing keeping me from submitting was my resolve to not
lose. The girls' eyes were wide as they were hoping Sara could pull it off. I
tried to roll out of it and I thought I broke it, but Sara quickly locked her
arms around my face again and continued to wrench it in. Just as I was
thinking of quitting, I realised I wasn't too far from the ropes and willed
myself to them as I kept screaming in pain. Sara kept yelling at me "Just say
it you asshole!" I reached out and grabbed it, and Sara cursed. The boys all
cheered and hoped I could comeback.

I laid on the mat, hoping to buy some time but Sara would have none of it.
"Get up you fucking pussy, I want to finish you off." She began kicking me and
basically forcing me to get up. I couldn't get what was happening. I was
supposed to be the guy who stood up to Sara for all the men she smothered and
facesat, and now she was starting to dominate me too. I got up and just told
myself to not say I Quit and try to figure out a way to solve her. Sara put up
her fists and said, "You didn't think I'd forget about you hitting my tits
right?"

We faced each other, and I knew if I was going to have any kind of rally, now
would be it. Sara looked really pissed, so I resigned myself to just keep this
competitive. I fired a few shots and only one glanced her. She smiled and
started firing away at me, landing in some good ones. I kept trying to get
her, but she wouldn't stop moving and kept firing at me from all angles. I
went for her tits a few times, but she easily moved out of the way and started
getting me in the chest. I kept trying to get anything, but all that I got was
glancing blows. She moved in, and nailed me in my stomach and got me on my
chin. I yelled out in pain. Sara was about to go for a ballshot, but saw me
move. She mouthed "pussy" and quickly attacked me in the stomach some more. I
tried to move or have some defence, but she was so damn fast. Finally I could
take no more and after another chest shot, fell to the mat.

Sara hit me with various splashes and elbows and the fight was starting to
leave me. I was looking for any open spots, but she blocked all my attempted
counters. She locked in a Sharpshooter, but I refused to quit and willed
myself to the ropes again. Sara locked in a Boston crab but again, my only
fight was to keep going to the ropes. She picked me up and slapped me. I fired
a shot and got her in the tit. She grimaced in pain. I had an opening! I tried
to move in to suplex her, but she quickly kneed me in the stomach, and as I
bent over, she fired off another ballshot.

As I lay there, about to pass out, thinking of whether to say the words, Sara
got another sadistic smile. She went up, rubbed her elbow, and hit me with a
flying elbowdrop.

"Say it!"

"Fuck you."

"Fine." She then nailed me in the stomach, and went up again. Flying elbowdrop
#2.

"Say it you fuck!"

"Fuck off you bitch!"

"Fine." She nailed me again in the stomach and went up. Flying elbowdrop #3.

I moaned in pain and tried to keep conscious. I would not quit though, as we
had another exchange. Sara went up again. I tried to move, but my whole body
was limp, and I got hit with flying elbowdrop #4.

Sara said, "This is getting ridiculous. Say those words, and this is all
over." I flipped her off, and received flying elbowdrop #5. I again moaned in
pain, but wouldn't give. I was not going to give her the dignity. Somehow I
kept thinking, I'd find a way to do this.

Sara looked really pissed off and said, "This is over whether you like it or
not!" She soon locked me in her brutal headscissors. I felt like my head was
going to explode, and I got enraged when I heard Sara tell Jennifer how I'd be
saying the words very soon. I told myself I could do this and began pushing. I
don't think Sara expected it, and I used all my remaining strength and somehow
did it. I had broken her scissors. It had left me exhausted though, and I
didn't think I had any fight left in me.

I struggled to get up but Sara pounced on me and soon I was back in her
scissors. Sara was screaming at me to quit, while I was doing anything I could
to try and break it. I kept trying to push her legs apart, but she held firm
and told me to just end it. I said no and kept pushing. Things were becoming
less clear and I was starting to fade in and out. I kept trying to push, but
Sara's legs were causing me to be in unbearable pain. I kept trying and trying
to break it, and the only thing I was hearing was Sara's screams at me to
quit. But I refused and just kept trying to break it. But soon ...

Sometime later-

While I was out, I did become a conscious a few times. I felt something on my
face that was obstructing my breathing, and at one point smelled something
familiar on my face as well, but it was a little bit before I fully woke up.

When I did, I looked up and Sara was sitting on top of me in a schoolgirl pin.

"You're one tough son of a bitch. You know that?"

"What happened?"

"You passed out from my scissors, so I won the match. Then I smothered you and
facesat you for a bit."

"So I lost?"

"Yea, you lost, 2 falls to none." I looked over and saw everyone else was in
some sort of schoolgirl pin and taunting each other.

"What's going on?"

"Well, when I went to facesit you, Steve thought that was too much or
something. He went to attack me. I easily held him off, but Patty came in and
kicked his ass. Jim tried to save him but Jennifer beat his ass. It turned
into a big boys v. girls brawl and some of the boys did well. I was on top of
you, Jennifer was on top of Jim and Patty was on top of Steve. In the melee,
Scott went after Alana to try and get revenge, but it was comical. She held
him off, got him in a headscissors and is now sitting on top of him. Take a
look."

I did, and saw poor Scott pinned beneath Alana's knees as she had him in a
classic schoolgirl pin, and was giggling at him, while smothering him, just
like the other triumphant girls

"But the boys had some success," Sara went on. "Mitch got a hold of Bridget
and took her down. Even though Cynthia didn't want to fight, Petr convinced
her and got on top of her. Dave and Alice renewed their battle from the tag
match, and Dave emerged victorious. Christina went right after Bob to get her
bra back, but Bob did it again! He frustrated her, and right now has her
schoolgirl pinned and is 'smothering' her."

I had to smile. I was happy for Bob, as he put on a great showing in the
tournament, and maybe would earn some respect from the girls. But this whole
thing was bothering me.

"I kind of want to talk to you-

"Hold on a sec Brent. I realised the girls have 11 wins and the boys 9, and
well I want to make this better. We'll talk afterwards.

As I was lying on the floor, Sara got up, and went to all the girls and they
soon challenged the triumphant boys (Mitch, Bob, Petr and Dave) to an 8-man
tag.

You can imagine how that went. The boys were able to pick off Alana. Alana
didn't mind as she loved wrestling, and even came over to check on me. But
Petr tapped out to a Regal stretch, Patty got some revenge and made Bob submit
to a bearhug and the other two were victims of the scissors. The whole thing
took less then 10 minutes, and after another 10 minutes of making sure every
girl smothered every boy, Sara came back.

"That was a fun workout!" And she was back on me in a schoolgirl pin. "I feel
better talking to you this way."

"I don't know Sara, I feel like a loser. I mean I can't beat you."

"A lot of guys have that problem."

"Yea I know, but I was supposed to be the guy who did it. Even if you did win
the 2/3 Falls match, I wanted to get one fall on you, just to say I beat you.
And now you're like 6-0 against me."

"Listen Brent-"

"And this time, you dominated me. Except for that little flurry in the second
fall I had, it was all you after you countered that powerslam. At least in our
matches, it was down to the wire. I'm bigger then you, stronger then you, this
should be a joke. And everytime I wind up with your tits and crotch in my
face.

"I understand Brent."

"I don't think you do. I know this is sexist, but you're a girl. I'm a guy. It
shouldn't be this way. I see the way you dominate the other guys, but I always
keep thinking that I was the one who was supposed to change that. And yet, I
fall just like the others."

I was pouring my heart to her, but Sara was so understanding. She asked to
speak, and I let her.

"Look Brent, you're a great wrestler and have nothing to be ashamed of. You
wrestled four matches tonight. You destroyed two girls. I've never seen
Jennifer get beat that badly in a singles match. She wants to kill you right
now, and that's a good thing. Trust me. I understand why you'd be upset
though. I'm a girl, I have nice tits-"

"And you're quite modest too."

"Haha, shut up. But I know this might not be easy. I mean if I was in your
position, I could see being humiliated. That's why when I wrestle and dominate
Mitch, I always make sure he's okay with it. And bless his heart, he is.
Losing to me doesn't make you less of a man, especially the battles you gave
me. Accepting your losses and coming back to fight more matches is what makes
you a man. I know you probably don't like the smothers and facesitting, but I
have to do it. It's my way of establishing dominance over you, and I know
you'd do the same."

"Why do you think I want to win so badly?"

"See? I mean it's part of the competition. I know it must eat you alive that
you can't beat me. But you're a great wrestler. I'm just better. I'm a lot
faster then you, have more endurance, can relatively hold my own in the
strength department, and I think I'm better at strategizing a match. I know
you're wondering how I can be so good, but I work out a lot, I watch a lot of
tapes and I have a glorified sparring partner to wrestle everyday."

"I just want to beat you, it kills me. I mean I've had two handicapped
matches, and still ... nothing."

"Brent, you've pushed me harder then anyone in any match. When I wrestle the
other guys, it's a mere formality before their tapping to me. In every match
I've had with you, I've wondered whether I met lose, or how I was going to get
out of some of your stuff. I just try to use my strengths, and it seems to
work. Brent, in that first fall, you were killing me. I felt so sore and at
one point felt so beaten. I thought you might have had me for a second. You're
really good."

"Thanks, damn you and your adrenaline rushes."

"And in that second fall, you could've said I Quit at anytime and saved me a
lot of fatigue. You know, delivering all those elbows makes me sore as well. I
was scared you were going to get some adrenaline rush and beat me, I just
couldn't believe you wouldn't say I Quit. I promise you, a lesser man would've
said I Quit a lot earlier in the match. The fact that you fought until you
were knocked unconscious, I mean, damn, Like I said Brent, you came in here a
brash young guy who I relished teaching a lesson. I still enjoy rehashing that
lesson, but you've earned something more important. My respect."

"That means a lot to me Sara. And I'm not just saying that because you're
sitting on top of me and could easily knock me out in a few minutes. You've
made me feel a lot better, and I appreciate it. But I still want to kick your
ass one day!"

"Anytime you want a rematch Brent, I'm game."

"You got it Sara. Just not right now, since my body feels like it's about to
explode."

"I got some business to take care of anyway," she said. "Thanks a lot for the
great match and anytime you want to be struggling in between my legs, just ask
for the rematch."

Sara got off of me and I saw her go over to Scott and Mitch, who were screwing
around with Alana. I just shook my head as in a matter of minutes, she had the
guys under control, and her and Alana were scissoring both. The boys and girls
were going at it again, and since the boys were down one, and the girls had
Sara, it wasn't too long before she had them under control.

I looked at how hard the girls were fighting and how hard the boys were trying
to do anything, and I realised I had nothing to be ashamed about finishing in
second. And as I saw Sara tie up boys who were bigger then her with her bra
and proceed to facesit them, I knew my matches with Sara were nothing to be
ashamed of, even though losing both falls still stung. Despite my loss, it had
been a very successful tournament for me, and for some of the boys, who while
lost a majority of the matches, put in some very competitive and impressive
showings. Except Scott of course.

As I lay there in tremendous pain, hearing Sara taunt her boyfriend and his
brother, I knew something else as well. I would have more rematches, and one
day, I would finally get that elusive victory.

THE END

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