Scott's Big Fight
By Bob Barron folklore81@yahoo.com
After finding out that he wrestles women, Scott's girlfriend challenges him to a match


This story features Scott, a character in several of my mixed wrestling
stories.

The tape I was watching made me cringe. The match that was on now involved me
wrestling my brother's girlfriend. She destroyed me with slams and finished me
with a flying elbow and a crunching headscissors. I watched as I tapped wildly
and then was forced the indignity of her rubbing her breasts and then her
crotch all over my face.

The next match on the tape was me and my brother teaming against her. 2 on 1,
guys should win easily right? Well the opposite happened. His girlfriend Sara
beat the shit out of us. I rubbed my back when I remembered her slamming me on
top of my brother and then elbowdropping me while I lay on top of him. I
grimaced as I watched her lock me in a headscissors and my brother in a
headlock as we both screamed in pain. Of course we suffered the same
smother/facesitting stuff afterwards, as she was dominating us physically and
mentally.

The next match saw me take on Sara's muscular friend Jennifer. And the
slaughter continued. Again, I was totally dominated. And that's how the rest
of the tape went. Every match was me facing a girl and getting destroyed. The
sad thing is? I actually enjoyed it.

I first started wrestling when my brother Mitch confided in me that his
girlfriend Sara was beating the crap out of him in wrestling matches despite
the fact that Mitch was giving it his all. I became intrigued and I went to my
visit my brother and my girlfriend for some mixed wrestling. The first time I
wrestled her, I was in shock at her strength and speed and she easily defeated
me. The next few times I faced her, I didn't do any better. Then I watched my
brother wrestler her and he also was frequently submitting and being pinned by
her. She then challenged us to a handicap match, the brothers v. her. We
thought that was our chance to finally get a win on her. We were dead wrong.
She somehow became more dominant, utterly destroying whatever manhood we had.
It was the first of many wrestling nights that would end with Sara's breasts
and crotch in my face.

Despite being totally dominated and in some pain, I was hooked. Whenever I
could, I would travel down to Mitch and Sara's place and participate in their
fight nights. I fared no better against other women then I did against Sara.
Her best friend, muscular Jennifer, seemed to love finding new ways to make me
suffer. In fact, I think I've every lost match I've ever participated in.
Recently I had even suffered the indignity of losing to some teenagers at a
recent tournament Sara put together. Those losses stung a bit, as I officially
had become the laughingstock of all the wrestlers. I may have been the oldest,
but I was the worst wrestler there. The girls would usually easily dominate
the night, with the boys getting wins here and there, but I was always on the
losing side, getting smothered and facesat.

But I loved wrestling, and except for losing to the teenagers, I didn't mind
the losing. Something about wrestling these strong skilled women really turned
me on and it made the matches exciting for me. Even though I wrestled to win,
I wound up getting fascinated by the moves the girls would use to beat me, the
counters they came up with, and how no matter what I threw at them, I would
easily be dispatched. Even though they beat the shit out of me, I always was
very complimentary toward the girls, and once the matches were over, it was
like the matches never happened. I think they admired the fact that I was
always gave it my all and came back for more, despite my wrestling
deficiencies.

The hardest part about going down to Sara ad Mitch's wrestle wasn't the pain
they dished out, it was keeping it from my girlfriend, Jessica. Jessica knew
Mitch and I were close and that I liked to go down and visit him but I didn't
dare tell her about wrestling. I told Jessica that Mitch and I would play
football and rugby with some buddies to cover any noticeable injuries I had. A
part of me wanted to tell her, but I was too embarassed

I sometimes wondered if Jessica could beat me in a match, but I figured with
my experience I could probably eke out a win. I was afraid to challenge her,
because I didn't want to end up in a situation like my brother

Sara knew how much I loved wrestling and would make me tapes of my various
matches. When Jessica was out, I would occasionally watch the matches. She
always gave the tape's funny titles like: Scott's Greatest Losses, Sara's Best
Smothers on Scott, Scott in Handicap Matches and Scott v. Jennifer: Muscle
Meets Suck.

I was watching Scott v. Jennifer right now since Jessica was out. It was a
collection of Jennifer using her strength to brutally beat the crap out of me
while taunting me the whole match. She usually liked to finish me off as fast
as possible, so the matches were all short and sweet and the tape was not that
long.

I then watched Scott in Handicapped Matches. This was a collection of all the
handicapped matches I was in, teaming with Mitch or any of the other guys
against Sara and Jennifer. Even though I got destroyed in all of them, the
matches were fun to watch. Every match I was in awe of how the girls easily
handled two guys attacking them at the same time. I watched Jennifer deliver a
press slam to me, and then press slam Mitch right onto me. I shook my head,
wondering how these girls always managed to beat us.

I had some time to kill, so before I left, I popped in a tape of me v. Sara.
Unlike Jennifer, who just beat the shit out of me, Sara always managed to make
her beatings so sensual and so dominant, without just resorting to brute
strength. I left the house, with visions of Sara suplexing me in my head.

Later that day-

When I got back, I couldn't have imagined what would be in store for me. I
walked in, and there I saw Jessica sitting in the couch. When I saw what she
was watching, it nearly floored me. On our TV screen was Sara kneeing me in
the gut and then picking me up and slamming me. And she was totally topless
while she did it. This did not look good.

"What the fuck is this?" Jessica yelled at me.

"I can explain," I blurted out.

"I go to put in a DVD, and I see a DVD called Sara Dominates Scott. I was
intrigued and I see you made some porno wrestling tape with your boyfriend's
sister? You better start talking."

I took a deep breath and prepared how to word this. "I swear to you it's not a
porno tape. Me and Sara are wrestling each other. For real."

"But in every wrestling match, she beats you easily. I don't understand."

"That's because Sara's a great wrestler and I'm not."

"Well why would you want to wrestle a woman anyway? I really am not getting
this."

I sat her down and explained to her the whole story. I told her about Mitch
and Sara wrestling, and me finding out and me wanting to check it out and
subsequently getting beat by Sara. I told Jessica that even though Sara kicked
my ass, I really enjoyed wrestling her.

"So you want to beat up a woman?" Jessica asked

"It's not like that," I said. "We wrestle for fun and to prove who is the
better wrestler and stronger sex. We're not out to maliciously hurt each
other. I just enjoy wrestling with Sara and her friends." I knew I shouldn't
have blurted that last part out.

"You wrestle more women then just Sara?"

I then had to explain to her how Sara and some of her girlfriends and a bunch
of guys get together to have wrestling matches, and I join in when I go down
to visit Mitch.

"So when you go to visit Mitch, you're not going to visit him, you're going to
wrestle aren't you? And when you come back sometimes looking beat up-"

"Yea, it's from wrestling. I didn't want to tell you because I never really
knew how I'd be able to explain to you that I wrestle women with my brother.
As you can see, it's a bit hard for someone to understand."

"Well it's a lot to take in Scott. It's not everyday you find out your
boyfriend gets his ass kicked by his brother's girlfriend. What about the
other girls? Who are they?"

I told her about Jennifer and Christina and the tag matches that happened. I
figured I had confided this much, so I told her how I was the worst of the
guys and lost every match I had to the girls. I said that even though I've
lost every match, the girls win most of the matches anyway so I'm not alone. I
didn't tell her everything, as I figured she didn't need to know about the
handicap matches or the fact that I had been recently dominated by a 16-year
old girl.

"Even though I lose every match, I still enjoy it and keep coming back for
more. Gotta count for something right?" I smiled, hoping she'd smile back. She
didn't.

"I don't like that you lied to me, but at least you came clean and I do
appreciate that. But this is still a lot to take in. I'm going to give Sara a
ring just to find out more about this."

She went to go call Sara, and I was worried about what Sara might say. Sara
was very good about not embarrassing us in front of non-wrestling people, but
you never know what might pop out. I quietly picked up the phone to listen in.

When Sara picked up the phone, she sounded like she was breathing a little
hard, so I assumed she had just dispatched my brother in a match. Jessica
recapped the situation that happened with me earlier and said, "So is what
Scott told me true?"

Sara laughed and said, "Jessica. Your boyfriend was telling the truth. All the
wrestling is competitive and we're all trying our hardest. Unfortunately, all
the girls Scott wrestles are a lot better then him. But Scott's fun to
wrestle, always gives it his all and never complains- he's a really good guy."

I breathed a sigh of relief that Sara backed me up and not wanting to get
caught, I hung up on the phone. It sounded like Sara and Jessica were having a
nice chat. Sara was always so good at making it sound like a girl overpowering
and dominating a guy was the most normal thing in the world. I think Jessica
was getting less freaked out and was beginning to understand where I was
coming from.

Even though I didn't want to be nosy, I had to pick up the phone when I heard
Jessica ask, "I do have one more question. Why do you always wrestle topless
and then rub your breasts, ass and crotch in his face?"

Sara started to laugh.

"The reason I wrestle topless is to make the match more fun and entertaining.
By letting my tits and ass hang out, I think it puts my opponent more at ease
and it shows off how fun and sexy wrestling can be. Plus, it loosens me up,
and relaxes me."

"Aren't you worried about the guy groping you or feeling you up?"

"If he did, I would just kick his ass. I do wear more conservative outfits
when I wrestle more competitive matches. Now onto the smothering-"

"I'm very curious," said Jessica.

"Well I look at this way. Even though I'm not the underdog in my matches,
women are the underdogs in general. No matter who the opponent, I always
wrestle like I have something to prove, that my male opponent is trying to
hold me and all women back," Sara said.

I tried not to laugh, as Sara went on. "So when I win, I like to show the
beaten man that now I am the boss, that a woman is a dominant figure over him.
So I do that by rubbing my breasts all over his face- it really does send a
message that I'm the dominant person in this dynamic. Then, just to further
show off my dominance and the power of a woman, I sit right on their face and
rub my ass all over it. Then I turn over and let them have a face full of
crotch as a finale."

"I mean," Sara continued, "There's nothing more humiliating and definitive
then having a woman forcibly rub her crotch all over your face while you're
too beaten up to do anything about it.

"Wow," said Jessica. "That sounds hot!"

I hung up the phone while Jessica continued talking to her. I was thankful
that Sara totally backed me up and made mixed wrestling seem like an
acceptable hobby. I figured I was in the clear in terms of her being mad at
me. Jessica soon came back down to see me.

"Luckily for you I'm not mad. A bit disappointed that you didn't tell me about
it, but I understand the embarrassment of getting beat by a girl and I
definitely understand why you wouldn't tell me about the smothers and the ass
rubbing. So you're off the hook."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much for understanding Jessica, and
next time I go wrestle, I promise to tell you." I went to give her a hug but
she stopped me.

"Not so fast Scott. After what's gone down today, I want to wrestle you."

"No."

"Why not? I want to give it a go and see what it's like."

I was searching for the right thing to say. "I don't want to hurt you
Jessica," I blurted out. The minute I said that, I knew it was the wrong
thing.

"Excuse me? Based on what Sara said, you said and the video footage, you
hurting me looks like something I needn't worry about." I could tell I had
pissed her off.

I started to stammer something out, and she cut o me off. "Come on Scott, all
these girls get to wrestle you, and I can't? What, are you afraid your sweet
little girlfriend's going to kick your ass?"

She had hit the nail right on the head. I was scared that if I wrestled her, I
would somehow lose and I didn't want our relationship to change with her being
in the dominant position. I had no problem losing to women, but losing to my
girlfriend was something I was very worried about. What if I ended up like
Mitch, forced to wrestle her everyday and be humiliated? But she had backed me
into a corner, so the best thing I could do is accept and look confident.

"You know what Jessica- you want a match ... .you got it. It will be my
privilege to show you that I can beat a woman."

"I look forward to joining the long list of women who can say they kicked your
ass." We both laughed and shook hands, trying to get as strong a grip as
possible.

"After this match Scott, I'm going to show you who really wears the pants in
this relationship."

"Bring it on!"

That week-

I was confident but a little nervous. Jessica was in good shape and ran track
and had played softball so I knew she had to have good legs and arms. But it
was our first match, she had no experience in wrestling. I had lost to novice
wrestlers before, but those were trained by Sara. All Jessica had was the
wrestling tapes to look at and study.

I talked to my brother during the week and he was laughing at the predicament
I got myself into. He told me to just try my best, and maybe see if I could
find some of my matches to see where I did wrong. He told me to not be worried
and that wrestling your girlfriend everyday and getting smothered isn't the
worst thing in the world. He then had to go, because he had to go wrestle
Sara.

Jessica talked to Sara a few times that week. One of the times she actually
caught her as she had Mitch in a headscissors which was an amusing
conversation according to her. Sara said she couldn't give her pointers over
the phone, but reminded her that I had never beaten a woman in wrestling and
to watch the tapes for some pointers. And to make sure her legs and arms were
in good shape for scissors, slamming and suplexing.

We stayed apart for the week. It added tension to the fight, and I think it
would've been awkward being around each other knowing what was about to
happen.

Finally it was Fight Night. All the week of training and preparation would
come down to this one fall fight.

Scott v. Jessica

Luckily, I had a mat from when Sara and Mitch came to visit one weekend,
pre-Jessica. Quite the brutal weekend was had on that mat, Sara just beat the
shit out of us. It ended with her knocking us out, and if Jessica had seen
some of her post-match stuff then, I don't think she would've been so
understanding about her postmatch celebrations.

I sat on the mat, clad in blue shorts. Then Jessica showed up, wearing a t-
shirt and a pair of pants. I was confused as to her attire, but then she said,
"As you'll see Scott, I wear the pants in the relationship."

She then got on the mat and unzipped her pants, showing off a pink bikini
bottom. She then went right up to me and took off her shirt, showing off her
red sports bra. She looked beautiful, and even though her breasts weren't as
big as Sara's are, they looked great in that sports bra.

We faced off. I was four inches taller and weighed more. As we shook hands, we
stared each other down. I was hoping I could finally get a win and show my
girlfriend who was the boss.

We went up to lockup, and as we were about to lockup, she armdragged me to the
mat. She smiled at me, and I smiled back, that was a good counter and she got
me. We went to lock up again, and again she quickly armdragged me to the mat.
She winked at me and now I was pissed off. No way should she start off 2-0
against me.

I was furious and ran up and we officially locked up. We both grunted and
pushed and to my amazement and horror, I was being pushed back. I tried to
counter but I found out that apparently another girl was stronger then me. I
couldn't believe it. I had to though, as Jessica started hitting me with
stinging chops. After one stinging chop too many, I couldn't take it anymore.
I ducked a chop, grabbed her, pushed her back and started chopping her in a
fast motion. She grimaced as my hand smacked her chest. After a few chops, I
threw her back to the centre. I winked at her to rub it in.

Jessica got up and we faced off in the centre. She called for a test of
strength and I accepted. Again, we were off grimacing and grunting, trying to
win the battle. At first, I was doing well and I looked like I could put
Jessica down. But she roared back and with one big grunt, powered her hands
over mine and had me down on my knees, she held on as I yelled in pain as my
arms were being squeezed. She let go and smiled. She went to flex at me, but
it was a classic rookie mistake. As she went to pose, I jumped right at her
and drove her into the mat.

Despite her apparent strength advantage, I felt my experience would come
through. Plus, I had a will to win. I couldn't let Jessica beat me! We
struggled on the mat, and I worked my way on top of her. I fought to pin her
down. I got her arms a few times, but couldn't get her shoulders down and she
kept flopping like a fish. I was on top though and although I couldn't pin
her, I was able to lock in a headlock. I had it on light at first, but soon
realised I had to be tough and yanked it in. She made a noise, and battled to
get out of it. Soon she was able to roll out of it, and we were back on the
mat.

I got on top of her, but as I tried to pin her again, she was able to flop
around and lock in a body scissors. As she started to squeeze, I had to roll
around and I was able to break her grip. I shook my head. I couldn't believe
some of the counters she had figured out. We both got up and faced each other
again. I tried to figure out what moves to do and she used my moment of
uncertainty by surprising me with a spear that almost knocked the wind out of
me. Now she was trying to pin me!

I fought for all my worth as she tried to use her superior strength to pin me
to the mat. It was like when I tried to pin her. She could get me down, but
not enough for a pin or to incapacitate me. She rolled off me, but stuck out
her legs and had me locked in a bodyscissor. I freaked, and her legs hurt.
After a few panicking seconds, I rolled to where I could see the ropes and
stuck my foot out. She released the hold, but had a smile on my face. She
almost had me. I stayed near the tape for a few seconds trying to regroup and
think of a plan.

I approached Jessica and as we went to face off, I fired off a knee to her
stomach. I kneed her again and then lifted her up for a suplex. Sara had
always countered mine, but Jessica offered little resistance and she crashed
into the mat after the suplex. I elbowed her midsection a few times, and
locked in a bodyscissor myself. She groaned and started grunting and was able
to break the hold. A little too easily I felt, but I went back on the attack.
I picked her up and got in a front facelock and kneed and suplexed her again.
I covered for a 2 count. I splashed her, but couldn't get a win off of it. I
decided to try another submission hold, and after some struggling, she was in
a Boston Crab.

She screamed in pain, and I yelled, "Come on!" It was the first time I had
spoken all match. Having her locked in this hold felt good, I felt completely
in control. I had never felt this in a wrestling match, and I felt I was so
close to winning. Jessica was gritting her teeth to not yell in pain. She
started inching her way to the ropes as I held on for dear life. She was using
her strength and will and I saw she was almost there. Her hand wasn't even
thinking about tapping. As I saw her get so close, I tried to pull her away
but couldn't do it. I heard her hand touch the tape. "Damnit!" I exclaimed and
broke the hold.

I grabbed her leg and pulled her to the centre of the mat. I went for a figure
four, but she reached up and small packaged me for 1 ... 2 ... I barely kicked
out! In the confusion, I clotheslined her back down. I went for an ankelock,
but she kicked me away. I drove her back into the mat, and dropped an elbow. I
decided to go hit a high flying move. Mitch had warned me about this, but she
wasn't going down easy and I had to do something.

I went up and decided to hit my brother's move, a frog splash. I went up and
flew through the air. As I was about to hit it, I saw I should've listened to
Mitch. Jessica moved out of the way and I crashed hard into the mat. My wind
was knocked out, and as I looked up, I saw Jessica had blood in her eyes.

She went to suplex me. Could she lift me up? Yes! Jessica sent me crashing
into the mat and my back immediately started throbbing. She picked me up and
suplexed me again. She covered, but I kicked out. She lifted me up, got behind
me and locked her arms around me. She soon threw me down hard to the mat. I
was in pain and again panicking. What could I do to stop her onslaught? She
then got toward me and went up to me and scooped me up. I was sceptical of
whether she could slam me, but my doubts were soon quelled. She had me in her
arms and drilled me back into the mat. I yelled in pain and my back was
killing me. She then threw me across the mat.

While I was lying in pain across the mat, I questioned how I could win this
match and began plotting strategy before she approached me to attempt to
finish me. I thought of an idea and hoped it would work. She came toward me,
as she went to take my arms, I forearmed her right in the chin. "Shit!" she
exclaimed. A bit of a dirty move on my part, but I was desperate. As she
staggered back, I mustered some adrenaline and delivered a flying clothesline.
It felt good, and I was back in the game.

I went up to her, kneed her in the gut, and locked her in a front facelock. I
grabbed her bikini bottom and prepared a suplex. But something happened as I
went to lift her up- she blocked it. I tried to lift her up again, and she
blocked it again. Thus began the fight of the match. We both were fighting for
this suplex, fighting over who would control the match and possibly become the
eventual victor. Who was stronger? Who wanted it more? I struggled to show her
this as our grunts went into overdrive. "Come on," I said to myself. Suplex
her and win this match. I had to win this match, I just had to. But I was
getting fatigued from all the action, and started breathing heavily. She
wasn't. And she was stronger then me. But I was fighting with everything I
had.

It wasn't enough. To my horror, she soon had the leverage and she gripped my
shorts. I did everything I could to fight her off, but to my dismay, I was
soon in the air. She held me up for a second to rub it in and then I crashed
into the mat.

My back was on fire, and she didn't give me a second to recover. She picked me
up and suplexed me again. I wasn't in winning mode anymore; I was in survival
mode. She covered me 1 ... 2 ... no- I somehow kicked out. I don't know how, I
was fighting on instinct. She stood over me and swore. She bent down to pick
me up, and I grabbed her and small packaged her, hoping to get a fluke win. I
didn't have great leverage and she easily kicked out.

She grabbed me by the hair, and gave me a belly to belly suplex that about
knocked me out. She then went up to the couch to do what I failed to do
earlier- hit a top rope move. I saw her coming and tried to move, but it was
no use. She soon flattened me with a splash that about knocked out the wind
out of me.

"Time to finish you off," she said. It was the only verbal taunt she uttered
all match.

She picked me up and readied me for a suplex, or at least I thought. She
lifted me up, took a few steps and DRILLED me face-first into the mat with
sick gordbuster. I would've screamed in pain, had I not been hurting so much.
I couldn't believe that a week ago Jessica was just a sweet girl, and now she
was a wrestler with a vicious mean streak. I couldn't believe how painful that
gordbuster was.

She went up to me and laid on top of me with her sweat-soaked sports bra
dangling in my face. She covered me for the fall. 1 ... .2 ... .3. I had
officially lost to my girlfriend in her first ever match.

"Yes!" she exclaimed. "Yes, yes, yes! I did it! I won! I fucking won!" She
celebrated on the mat, as I lay there wondering if I would ever get to feel
the joy of winning a wrestling match. Instead, like every other match I ever
had against a woman, I was laying on my back in pain, feeling like a loser.

She ran upstairs, presumably to call Sara as I lay there thinking. Where it
had all gone wrong? How could I let her beat me? When did my girlfriend get so
strong and vicious? What tape did she watch that caused her to learn how to
gordbuster someone like that? Most importantly, how would this change our
relationship?

"Oh fuck, I forgot!" I heard her yell. And then I heard her change. I knew
what was coming next. Meanwhile, I was too hurt/stunned to even more. I
remained spread out on the mat.

She came back downstairs clad in jeans and her sports bra. She stood over me
and said, "It's funny. You didn't want to do this match because you were
afraid you'd hurt me? Well who is the one lying on the mat nearly unconscious?
Who is the one who gets his ass kicked by girls on a regular basis? In my
first match Scott, I showed you what female domination is all about."

Then she sat on top me, pinning my shoulders in a schoolgirl pin. "How dare
you question female superiority and the power of a woman. Now I'm going to
show you what female domination is all about. Time for me to rub in my victory
you bitch!"

She undid her sports bra and flung it right at my face. I knew what was coming
next. She then began smothering my face with her breasts. Unlike Sara, who
made it seductive, her smother was rough and brutal. At one point, I really
couldn't breathe, so I had to pinch her and get her to let up a bit. She was
grinding her breasts in my face, making sure I understood who was in charge.
Sara and Jennifer could make breast smothers fun, Jessica's was brutal.

After smothering for me about 10 minutes, she got up and stood over me. She
flexed for me and then turned around and removed her jeans, and now she was
clad in a red thong. I knew what was coming next. She sat on my face and began
a mindblowing facesitting session. I don't know what it was, but the way she
was rubbing her ass all over my face was amazing. While the smother was brutal
and humiliating, this was seductive and sexy, and still dominating. After
about 10 minutes she turned over and began grinding her crotch all over my
face. Again, she was great at it and she giggled when she saw I was being
turned on. She proceeded to facesit me with her crotch for another ten
minutes.

She got off, stood over me again and said, "That's female domination at its
finest." She proceeded to give me another brutal breast smother.

"Time to go call Sara and tell her in full detail how your brother's not the
only one whose girlfriend can kick his ass. But before I go-", and she got her
sports bra and proceeded to tie my hands together with it. "That should keep
you at bay."

I lay there and did a lot of reflecting. I was in some pain, but the biggest
pain I felt was humiliation. Usually I had no problem losing to the women, as
I respected and was amazed by how powerful they were. But this was different,
she was my girlfriend.

I was lying down, tied up, wondering how I could lose this match. The odds
were in my favour- all I had to do was defeat my smaller girlfriend who had no
experience in wrestling. But like every other match I had against a woman, I
failed. Just like every other time I faced a woman, she was stronger, faster
and somehow a better wrestler then me. I wanted to win so badly, to show that
I could outwrestle a woman, but for some reason, it was not meant to be.

I was worried about what this meant for our relationship now that she had
defeated and dominated me. Would she start taking advantage of her strength
and bossing me around? Would I be forced to wrestle her everyday so she could
get off on making me submit and smothering me? I just kept thinking that all I
had to do was win, and everything would be fine. But now my life was filled
with uneasiness. I heard her talking on the phone, celebrating with Sara.

After a while, she came downstairs, still clad in only a thong. She sat on me,
pinning my shoulders down. She untied the bra and put it back on. "Feeling any
better?" she asked, smiling. I slowly nodded.

"I want to talk to you about all this," she said. "First off, I want to thank
you for granting me the match. I've never felt happier and freer. Knowing I
can outwrestle my taller boyfriend gives me the feeling that I can do
anything. I feel fantastic and so full of life right now. So thank you." Even
though I hated losing, I was happy that she was happy.

"You also deserve some credit. I talked to Sara and told her the play by play
of the fight. She said she had never heard you fighting so hard for a win or
doing so well. She was very impressed and proud of you for really taking it to
me. So take solace in that."

"Yea, but I still lost. I really wanted to win this one."

"I know Scott, but it's not like you lost to a 16-year-old girl again." She
smiled at me and I instantly hated Sara for telling her about that one.

"I'm stronger then you, I'm faster then you, I have better stamina. Really,
the result shouldn't be much of a shock. All you had was your experience."

"I know Jessica, I was hoping my experience would be the difference. I really
wanted to finally win one. To have that euphoric feeling that you just had
one. To not get tied up for once." Jessica laughed at my last line.

"To be honest Scott, I think the fact that you're 0 for wrestling women worked
against you. It got in your head, you had all this pressure. You had never
beaten a woman and now you were fighting your girlfriend. That's a lot to deal
with. I had nothing to lose, there was no pressure on me at all. If you beat
me, that's fine, doesn't make me look bad. I think all that just hurt you
psychologically and allowed you to take advantage."

I thought about what she said, and I think she was right.

"But I want to thank you for taking your loss like a man. Sara told me how
she's proud that you always lose with grace and never make excuses or act like
a bitch. That's a good quality to have. I promise you, I won't make change
this our relationship. I won't start bossing you around or treating you like
your lower then me because I can kick your ass. You have nothing to worry
about. Thank you again for giving me this opportunity, we had a great match. "

"Jessica, even though I'm not happy I lost, I concur, we had a great match.
You're a fantastic wrestler who really knows how to hurt a guy with a suplex,"
I said. Inside, I breathed a sigh of relief, hoping she meant what she said
about nothing changing.

"Thanks Scott. And anytime a rematch, all you have to do is ask."

"Good to know, next time, I'm going to make you regret all your facesitting,
smothering and tying me up. I'm going to be kicking your ass"

"That so?" Jessica asked.

And with that, she picked me up, and quickly got me ready for a slam. She
slammed me right on our couch and jumped on me and began facesitting me again.

As she continued to give me a wonderful facesitting session, I thought that
maybe losing to my girlfriend isn't so bad after all.

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