Shannon part 3
by Madman
Schoolgirls Wrestling Club
 
 
 
Shannon here, to tell all you gals what's been going on and hopefully get
some of you to join me.  Several times before, I have asked other girls
to get stronger, learn to fight and help me dominate the wimpy boys at my
high school.  I have started a girls' wrestling club at school so that we
can work together on this.  I'll tell you how it got formed and what we
have been doing with it and, hopefully, some of you will join us.
 
There are three requirements to form a club at our school.  The subject
matter must be approved, there must be at least five members and there
must be a faculty ad visor.  Our school has a boys' wrestling team, but
not a girls' team.  If they did not approve my club idea, it would be sex
discrimination, so the administration had to approve the club.  I got old
Miss Finch to be our faculty adviser.  She is a very old spinster woman
in the history department.  I selected her because she would have no idea
what was going on and that would enable us to do anything we wanted.  I'm
sure she will forget to come to our meetings frequently and even when she
is there, she won't know what to do and will let us run our club as we
see fit.  Making the girls' wrestling club an official school club would
give us access to the weight room and the wrestling mats and that is all
I really wanted.
 
Now, I had to recruit enough girls to start the club.  It was easier than
I thought, as most of the girls I approached were interested in it.  I
just needed four girls and once the word got out about the club, I was
sure that many others would join. My friend, Jessie, was very excited
about the club.  Jessie is a very pretty blonde girl,  5' 6" and 130
pounds.  She has been studying judo for over two years and could teach us
some of those techniques.  Pam was a tiny gal, only a shade over five
foot tall and about 105 pounds, with pretty long jet black hair.  She was
a tremendous athlete, however, and was the best competitor on the
gymnastics team.  I felt sure that by using her quickness and agility
that she could learn how to handle a lot of the boys with no problem. 
 
I filled out the other two required spots with girls from the track
team. Paula is a very attractive black girl and the sprinter on the
team.  She is about 5' 8" and 145 pounds.  Her black hair is cut fairly
short and she has magnificent long muscular legs.  The other spot went to
Vicki, a big strong girl that threw the shot put.  Vicki is almost six
feet tall and weighs a solid 185.  She has medium length brown hair and
is considered to be good looking even though she is so big and strong.   
 
The five of us met in the gym after school for our first meeting and as I
had hoped, Miss Finch was not there.  I explained that the club was about
high school wrestling in name only.  High school wrestling rules are
really stupid - there are no submission holds and only a count of one
is a pin fall.  Of course these rules were established for boys and they
could only handle these wimpy rules.  We were going to study wrestling to
demolish and punish boys in order to completely dominate them.  We were
going to divide our time between working out in the weight room and
practicing techniques on the mats.  I thought that since this was our
first meeting, that we should do a little of both so the the girls would
get a good overview of what the club would be about.
 
First, we started out in the weight room.  Pam showed us a good warm up
and stretching routine to prepare us for the heavier weights.  She told
us that a proper warm up was very important to avoid pulling muscles and
that the gymnastic team started every practice with one.  Pam was
incredibly limber as she led the warm ups.  She could stand on one foot
and bring her other leg straight up next to the side of her head.  I
would have to think of some ways that she could use this flexibility and
balance to overcome her lack of size.
 
When we started lifting weights, Vickie and I were the most experienced,
so we showed the other girls some of the basic lifts.  Vicki was
unbelievably strong, she bench pressed 225 with ease.  She was also a
patient teacher and Pam and Jessie started by benching only the bar in
order to get the feel for it.  We only demonstrated about five or six
lifts because we wanted to hit the mats for a while as well.  There would
be plenty of time to work out complete lifting routines in future
meetings.
 
When we got to the mats, the four other girls sat around it's edge and I
stood on the mat and spoke to them.  I informed them that we were not
here to learn the stupid wimpy style of wrestling that was used in high
school matches.  We were here to learn how to totally thrash the wimpy
boys in our school and force them to become our slaves.  This would
involve taking them down to the ground and hurting or pinning them until
we were satisfied that they would accept our superiority without
reservations.  I noticed that the girls were wide-eyed and paying close
attention and that they seemed very interested in the idea of dominating
the boys.  "Merely making them submit to a hold may not be forceful
enough to accomplish this," I continued.  "It is best to hurt them in a
variety of ways and only to release a hold when you feel like doing so. 
That way, the boy will be aware of your total dominance and of the fact
that only your desires are of importance, not his." 
 
Just as I was explaining our real club purpose, Sam Taylor approached
us.  Sam is the 135 pound wrestler on the boys' varsity team.  "I heard
about the club that you girls are starting and thought that I could help
you out" he said.  "Maybe, I could show you gals a few of my moves"
 
I got the impression from his smug attitude that Sam did not think that
girls could wrestle and that he was only interested in copping a feel.  I
beckoned him toward me on the mat and replied, while smiling at him,
"Thanks Sam, I'm sure we could use some help from an experienced wrestler
like you"
 
The moment Sam approached me, I put him in a side head lock and flipped
him over my hip down to the mat.  I maintained the head lock and followed
him down so that I was perpendicular to his body.  Locking my hands
tightly together, I leaned my weight into him and applied firm pressure
to my hold.  Sam was surprised by the swiftness and ferocity of my attack
and was unable to separate my powerful arms.
 
'Locking hands is not legal in wrestling," he complained.  The referee
would make you release this hold."
 
"We don't have any referees" I informed him.  "And we don't play by your
stupid rules, we do whatever we want to in order to beat our opponents." 
I applied full pressure to my hold and Sam's face turned bright crimson. 
"Anytime you want to give up, just let me know."  I briefly looked up at
the other girls and saw that they were really enjoying my demonstration.
 
"Okay,Shannon, I give up"  Sam grunted.
 
Ignoring is submission, I maintained the hold and spoke again to my
fellow club members.  "See how easy it is.  By not letting him go, I am
making sure that he knows that I am the boss."  I jerked by body to the
side to crank his neck.   "Not only that, but it is so much fun."  In the
interest of conserving time in our meeting, I let my hold go.
 
Sam scrambled up to his feet and was very embarrassed by what had
occurred.  In an attempt to save face, he told me that I had taken him by
surprise and that it could not happen if he was ready.  I told him to let
me know when he was ready and we would see if that was true.  I realized
that Sam might be a little tougher than the other boys that I had
trounced, but I will still very confident that I could handle him and put
on a good show for the other  girls.  The knowledge that Sam would stick
to high school rules while I would use any technique that would work gave
me a huge advantage and I meant to fully exploit it.
 
Sam lunged toward my legs in a pathetic attempt to execute a double leg
take down.  I merely stepped back and brought my elbow down hard on the
back of his head.  Sam fell to the mat on his stomach.  Before he could
recover, I straddled his back, facing his head, and twisted his left arm
behind him in a hammerlock.  Sam pounded the mat in agony with his right
arm while I calmly increased the pressure on his trapped one.  I knew
that I could force a submission with this hold, but I wanted to make it
even more devastating to impress my fellow club members.  Sliding up his
back a bit, I kept his left arm trapped by placing my left knee on his
forearm.  Now, I had both of my hands free so I cupped them under his
chin and pulled upwards to add a camel clutch to the hammerlock.  Sam was
totally trapped now and had no way to escape my painful combination hold.
 
I could see the girls smiling and giggling as I pulled back harder on his
head.  Sam was obviously trying to submit, but the pressure on his neck
and back, as well as my hands partially covering his mouth, made it
impossible for him to speak clearly.  This would be a good time to
demonstrate some verbal domination, so I said "Speak more clearly, Sam, I
can't understand you."   I transferred more of my weight to my left knee
to inflict more punishment on his arm.  "You jocks are all the same, you
can't even speak English properly," I chided.  Finally, as her approached
the point of crying, I released my holds and proudly stood back up and
mock curtsied toward my amused spectators. 
 
Sam struggled back up to his feet and tried to regain his composure. 
Vicki, the big strong gal, rushed out onto the mat and proclaimed "This
looks like fun, I want to try it."  She clasped her arms around his
midsection and locked her hands behind his back in a bear hug.  She
dwarfed him with her size and she lifted him off the mat as she crushed
his belly.  Vicki was showing a lot of potential, she already knew how to
use her strength as a weapon.  For a little while, Sam was struggling to
escape, but after a short time his arms dangled uselessly by his sides. 
Vicki threw him down to the mat and dove on top of him with a cross body
pin.  One of his arms was trapped between her massive legs and she was
stretching the other arm out with both of hers.  Her hip was jammed
against his chin and forced his head back at an uncomfortable angle.  She
glanced up at me and asked "How long do I have to keep him here to win a
pin fall?"
 
We were laughing so hard, that it was difficult to reply.  "I don't know,
maybe a count of fifty would suffice" I managed to reply.  "Pam, why
don't you count it out for us?"
 
Pam started counting very slowly and the longer the totally dominating
pin was maintained, the harder we were laughing.  By the time Pam got to
twenty, we were all laughing so hard that it was impossible to continue
counting.  Just then, I noticed that Miss Finch was entering the gym.  I
told Vicki to let Sam go and she made a big show out of ever so gently
helping him back up to his feet.
 
Miss Finch said "I'm sorry that I am late, girls, how is your little club
meeting going?"
 
Jessie responded "Just great Miss Finch.  Sam has been a great help to
us, let me show you what he taught us."  Jessie approached Sam, who was
standing in a befuddled condition on the mat.  She grabbed his wrist with
both of her hand, pivoting in towards him and threw him over her shoulder
with a perfect judo move.
 
Miss Finch was somewhat startled by seeing this and responded "That's
very nice girls, you should thank Sam for helping you."
 
As Sam got up again, I glared fiercely into his eyes.  "I'm sure he will
be happy to help us Miss Finch, won't you Sam?"  Sam realized by my
expression that it was more of a demand than a question and he agreed to
return for future club meetings.  From the frightened look in his face, I
knew that I had not only acquired a practice dummy for our club but was
also well on the way to adding him to my new stable of boys to dominate. 
Not a bad result for our first club meeting and I knew that this was just
the beginning of bigger and better things to come.