Shannon Part 7 The Challenge     
by Madman                                                
                                    


The Girls Wrestling Club become a hot topic at school after the word spread
about how Paula and Jessie had demolished that wimp, Billy. I noticed that a
lot of boys seemed to be afraid of us now, not just the ones that we had
already beaten up. The feeling of power was way kewl, like the way they
stepped aside to let us pass in the halls or let us cut in front of them in
the lunch line. I loved to take advantage of our reputation, just to watch
them squirm. If I saw some wimp in the hall who was loaded down with books and
band instruments and stuff, I would casually drop my books in front of him and
demand that he pick them up for me. It was hysterical to watch them struggle
with all their stuff in order to obey me. They always say "Give a girl an inch
and she will take a mile." Well, I already had the mile and I intended to take
it all.

All of the girls in the club were treated like queens at school. Boys did our
homework, gave us their lunch money and did anything that we told them to do.
Anything to avoid being our next practice dummy in a club meeting. It was like
our stable of boys had grown so much that we could barely take the time to
dominate all of them. We needed to recruit more girls and that was not hard to
do. Lots of them were approaching us with interest in joining our club. We
were willing to let any girl join as long as she would really work to become a
good wrestler. Joining the club just to use its power to dominate these wimps
without putting in the necessary work would not be allowed. About half of the
girls that said they had interest were willing to follow through and we now
had about twenty members.

As our numbers grew, so did our power at school. We controlled almost
everything at school including the student council. Jessie was elected
president as we told all the boys that we would beat them up if she lost. As a
result, they all voted for her and she won easily. Lunch time at the cafeteria
was a riot. The girls in the club took three tables in the middle of the room
and we made the boys get us beverages, carry our trays and serve us like we
were in a restaurant. Sometimes, we would spill stuff on purpose just to make
them clean it up. How kewl is that?

One day, about a week ago, several boys from the boys wrestling team came to
our lunch table. Their captain, Dan Rossi, who won the district championship
at 147 pounds spoke. "We have had enough of your games at this school. You
girls don't know how to really wrestle, you just pick on the wimps."

I glared at Dan. "And what are you going to do about it?"

"If you think you are so tough," he replied,"Why don't you wrestle me? We are
in the same weight class and I could show you what real wrestling is all
about."

"Is that so, Dan? I could take you apart and if you don't shut your mouth and
leave us alone, I will do just that."

"Go right ahead and try" was his response. "Wrestling is a sport and not an
excuse to bully people around like you do."

There was no way that I could let Dan interfere with us girls ruling the
school, so I felt that I had to take him on. We agreed to meet at next week's
club meeting at 4:00 and settle it on the mats. I would tell Miss Finch, our
teacher/advisor that we were cutting the meeting short at 3:45. That way, she
would be gone and Dan and I could have our match.

I had a long computer chat with my older sister, Melissa, who was at college.
Dan was not the usual wimp that I took on and I was concerned about it. If I
beat him, the reputation of our wrestling club would go through the roof. But
if he beat me, we would have a major setback.

Melissa told me to take control of everthing from the beginning. She said that
he would likely wrestle in the amateur style that was used in the high school
matches. By using tougher tactics, I would have a big advantage. She told me
not to worry about any stupid rules and to do anything that I needed to do to
beat this guy. Good sportsmanship might be okay for some sports, but it was
not required in wrestling. Melissa also told me that after I got control of
Dan, to really give it to him and to humiliate him in front of everyone. I
agreed with all of her advice and was really looking forward to it.

At our next meeting, we had seventeen girls, a new record. We divided them
into two groups and Jessie and I instucted them in the use of armlocks.
Armlocks are among the best ways to hurt one's victim as the arm is extremely
vulnerable and easy to work on. Jessie had learned a lot in her judo classes
and my workouts with Melissa had taught me a lot of good ones as well. Without
pressuring them to the point of hurting each other, the girls were eagerly
soaking up these valuable techniques.

At 3:45, I announced that the meeting was over and the girls went into the
locker room. Miss Finch believed me and she left. Then I took the original
club members Jessie, Pam, Vicki and Paula with me to the weight room. We
discussed some strategies while I prepared for my match. I did some stretching
and some very light work with the weights. I only wanted to be fully warmed up
for Dan and did not want to tire myself out in advance. Pam tied my hair back
securely. Normally, I would not be concerned about this, but Dan might be a
real challenge and I did not want to risk having my beautiful long hair
getting in the way Pam commented that I was looking even better than usual.
"You've always had the legs," she said, "but your shoulders and arms look a
lot stronger now." Pam was right, my weight training was having a dramatic
effect. I had gained seven pounds since school had started and most of it was
upper body muscle. I liked the way it looked, but I absolutely loved the way
it helped me to beat up the boys with even greater ease.

Then, just before 4:00, we joined the other girls by the mats. All of them
appeared to be excited and looking forward to seeing what was going to happen.
I was very determined not to disappoint them.

At precisely 4:00, Dan came in with three of his wrestling team mates. Dan was
in his full wrestling uniform, a singlet with the protective head gear. I
wanted to take control of the situation from the start, just as Melissa had
adviced me to. "Take that stupid thing off your head, this is going to be real
wrestling" I barked at him.

Dan seemed a little surprised by my arrogant tone, but he complied. "How do
you intend to do this match" he inquired.

"Not by the stupid rules that you boys use, that's for sure" I answered. Nine
minute matches, no submission holds and one count pins are for wimps. We will
wrestle for thirty minutes, submissions only. Whoever gets the most
submissions wins and that's not going to be you."

"Whatever," Dan said. "I can beat you with any rules you want. You are just
making it tougher on yourself."

I was not going to let him have the last word, not in my club. "You'll see how
tough it is in a few minutes. Now enough chatter, lets get to it Danny boy."

We faced each other on the mats. Dan had a well balanced stance and he might
not be so easy to take down. The wimpy boys were totally intimidated from the
beginning and were easy to get control of. Dan was not like that, he really
thought that he was going to win. We locked up and pushed each other around on
the mats. I was one inch taller and about five pounds heavier than Dan, but we
appeared to be very even in strength. I was not going to be able to simply
overpower him, so I had to use other methods.

I came at him low to get a double leg take down. But Dan was quicker than I
thought and took a step back while locking me up in a reverse headlock. By
leaning his weight forward, he took me down to my knees and then to my belly.
He dug his head into my back and was really cranking hard with the headlock.
This was the first time a boy had an advantage on me and was hurting me and I
did not like it. As I started to struggle, he leaned more of his weight into
me and my struggles were hurting my neck. I think I could have gotten out of
his hold, but I did not want to waste a lot of energy this early in the match.
So, I conceded the fall and Dan was now winning one to nothing. When I got up,
I noticed that he had a confident smirk on his face. That really pissed me off
and he was going to pay for it bigtime before I would be done with him.

Once again we locked up and were jockeying for position. I don't know how he
did it, but he took me down and had me pinned in a cradle. Of course pins did
not mean anything in this match. He had both my legs and one arm tied up, so I
jabbed the stiffened fingers of my free arm into his throat. I heard a
gurgling sound from Dan and he lost his grip on me. Now, I had the advantage
and I planned to exploit it. The method that I used to gain this advantage was
fine with me, like Melissa said, good sportsmanship is not required.

While Dan was still gagging, I pushed him over to his back and straddled him
with a schoolgirl pin. I heard the girls cheering as they were seeing me in
control for the first time. But this match was about submissions and I had no
intention of letting him recover as he lay under me. I leaned over and jammed
my right forearm into his throat. Grabbing my right wrist with my left hand, I
forced that forearm into his throat will all my strength. Now he was really
gagging and flailing with his arms in vain. I guess they didn't teach this
move in his wrestling training. He croaked out a submission and after one more
final hard push into his throat, I quickly got off him.

I did not want to give him a chance to fully recover and told him to get up.
He slowly stuggled to his knees and then to his feet. The moment he was
standing, before he had a chance to get his bearings, I attacked. He was now a
weakened opponent and, of course, I would take full advantage of that. Again,
I shot in for a double leg take down and this time it worked to perfection.
Dan was back down on the mat where he belonged.

I grasped his legs and rolled him over to his stomach.

I remembered how tough a hold the Boston crab was from my practice session
with Melissa and wanted Dan to feel just how tough it was. But I thought that
Dan's legs and back might be a little too strong for it so I put him in a half
Boston crab with his left leg. This way, all my pressure would be focused on
less of his body and that should make it more effective and painful. Once I
had his ankle locked up, I leaned back and pulled it with full force. His
reaction was even better than I expected. He roared in pain and was pounding
his fists into the mat. That only encouraged me to crouch down lower on him
and dig my feet into the mat so that I could increase the pressure. Dan
screamed out his submission and I reluctantly released my hold.

I had been concentrating only on Dan and had not had a chance to look around
the gym in the last few minutes. Now, I could see the delight on the faces of
the girls and the concern on those of the boys. Gancing at the clock on the
wall, I noticed that a little over half the time still remained in our match.
I knew that Dan would not be able to compete with me anymore and was looking
forward to enjoying the balance of the match by being as rough on him as
possible. After all, he had challenged me and I intended to make him regret
that act of stupidity. I also enjoyed showing off in front of an audience as
that could only enhance my already well established reputation as a fighter.

When Dan was able to get back on his feet, he was noticably limping. Evidently
my half crab hold had been extremely effective. His lack of mobility gave me
another advantage, and of course, I would use it to the max. I easily
manaeuvered behind him and applied a full nelson. While maintaining that hold,
I jumped up and wrapped my legs around him in a bodyscissors. Lunging to the
side, I took him down to the mat, trapped in my combination hold. I heard a
shrill girl's voice exclaim "Way kewl, she's really got him now."

I don't know which girl had spoken, but I knew that she was correct. Normally
I like to play with my victims in this position by alternating pressuring the
holds and varying the power for my own amusement to extend the duration of
them. But this was a different situation and I put full power into both holds
right away. Then, right on cue, as we had discussed earlier, Jessie helped me
out. She stood and cheered loudly while clapping her hands and stamping her
feet The other sixteen girls did the same and the gym had suddenly become very
noisy.

I could barely hear Dan croak out his submission and I knew that nobody else
would be able to hear him. This enabled me to continue torturing him in this
very tough hold as nobody was aware that he had submitted. I could see the
tendons sticking out from his neck as I forced his head down with the nelson
and my powerful legs were squeezing the breath right out of him. I grunted as
I put every bit of strength I had into punishing him with this brutal combo
hold. It felt so good to maximize the force of this hold, I had never done
that before. If I had done it with the usual scrawny wimps, I might have
killed them. I recrossed my muscular legs the other way to prevent fatigue
from reducing the pressure. Dan was getting the full effect of my power and I
loved showing it to him. He was going to regret challenging me before I was
done with him. I must have kept him trapped with full force for a good three
minutes, before I was getting tired and let go of my holds. Three minutes
might not seem like a lot of time, but believe me, it can seem like forever
when being subjected to that kind of intense pain.

The girls now stopped making all the noise and I asked Don if he was ready to
submit. Weakly, he murmered that he did. At this point, there was only about
five minutes left and I was winning four to one. Dan was so worn out that he
could not even resist me as much as the feeble wimps that I usually took on.
The last five minutes were only going to be a formality as it was obvious that
I was the winner. However, I still intended to enjoy every second of them.

I stood up and was ready to continue, but Dan remained curled up on the mat. I
don't know if he was unable or unwilling to get up, but I really did not care.
I reached down and pulled him up by his arm and his hair. No one was going to
deny me the pleasure of working him over some more. This was just getting to
be fun, nothing is better than continuing to beat up a guy that is no longer
capable of any resistance at all. And having such an appreciative audience was
a huge bonus.

I was almost afraid to release my grip on Dan for fear that he would just
collapse back down to the mat. If he was going to go back down, it was going
to be done in the way that I wanted it to be done. I decided to make the match
form a complete circle. I placed him in a front facelock as he had done to me
in the first fall. Just leaning slightly forward drove him down to the mat
with me on top of him. I dug my head into his back and cranked up the pressure
to continue duplicating his one and only victorious fall. Dan was far too worn
down to struggle or even to verbalize a submission.

His inability to submit was his problem and certainly not a reason to let up
on him. While tightening my grip, I began swinging my locked arms from side to
side to add some nice neck twisting to the hold. I always tell the girls to
look for ways to increase the effectiveness of any hold and to not be content
just because it appears to be hurting their victim. Being that time was
running out and he was incapable of submitting, I just kept him trapped like
this for a couple minutes. But then I decided to make a convincing dominating
end for it, so I rolled him over to his back.

Then, I casually mounted him with the classic schoolgirl pin. It was not
necessary to pin his arms under my legs, but I did so anyways. This position
made my total superiority obvious, but I did not want to give him a break from
feeling pain. So I ground the knuckle of my thumb into his forehead. After
only a couple minutes, one of the boys stated that the time limit was up. I
got off my victim and noticed a nice round bruise on his forehead. He looked
like one of those religious guys from India with the dot on his head. That
would remain for a long time and be a constant reminder of what I had done to
him. How kewl is that?

His friends approached the mat to help him up, but six of my girls, including
all the original members cut them off and blocked their path. As usual, Jessie
was the spokesperson. "This is our club meeting and Shannon is not done with
him. I suggest you sit your butts back down on the floor or we will do it for
you."

The boys sat down, it was not like they had any other choice. Seventeen girls
vs three boys were odds that they were not going to take. I took the
opportunity to give some additional instruction to the girls. "Earlier we
worked on a bunch of armlocks, but of course we don't want to hurt each other
with them. I will now show you what it is like to use them for real on some
schmuck."

Dan was totally helpless to resist me, but that was fine with me. I could
teach my girls some good stuff and continue to punish him at the same time. I
started to apply a series of painful holds and explained each one of them to
the girls. I started out with the standard ones such as hammerlocks, arm
wringers and wristlocks. All of my holds were applied to his left arm and with
a lot of force. On more than one occasion, I had to tell Don to shut up as his
groans and screams of pain were interfering with my lecture. Then I proceeded
to show them how digging my elbow or my knuckles right into his bicep could
create a lot of pain for him. By now, his arm was like a limp wet noodle, but
that was not going to stop me either. It had taken me a bit of work to beat
him down and I was entitled to enjoy it now.

With Dan on his back, where he belonged, I moved along side of him. Placing
one foot against his neck and the other against the side of his chest, I
grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm out from his body. "This one is called
the armstretcher and its a lot of fun. With both of my arms and both legs
working against his shoulder, it is so easy to nail him with this one." I
pushed out with my legs and tugged back harder to demonstrate. Dan's three
free limbs thrashed slowly as he was too worn out to even squirm properly. "If
you want a little extra fun, just take one hand and bend his fingers back."
Dan screamed when I demonstrated that technique and the girls, particularly
the newer ones, were in awe at how roughly I was treating him. Actually, even
I was in awe of it, but Dan deserved every bit of it. The message that
challenging our authority at school would not be tolerated required severe
action to back it up. And I was more than willing to provide that action.
Extending mercy or feeling at all sorry for my victims is just not my style.

I shot a glance toward Dan's friends and could tell that they were not
enjoying my little show. But there was nothing that they could do about it and
I found that most satisfying. Any of them were more than welcome to replace
Dan, but it was not likely that they would volunteer for that. I announced to
my girls that I was now going to use the most deadly of all armlocks, the
jujitsu armbar. All I needed to do was to scoot in a little closer to Dan and
scissor his upper arm between my thighs. Pulling his wrist down put
excrutiating pressure on his elbow.

When he stopped screaming, I explained that the elbow has a limited range of
motion and that makes it more vulnerable than shoulders or wrists. "No hold
can create as much pain with as little effort as this one" I informed them. I
increased the pressure of my hold just to make my demonstration more
convincing. If the girls were enjoying watching Dan suffer even half as much
as I was enjoying causing it, this meeting would be a total success. However
it was getting late and the janitor would be coming around soon to lock up, so
I had to bring this to an end.

Remembering that Melissa had advised me to humiliate him, I released the hold
and spoke to him. "If you want me to stop, get on your knees and beg me to," I
ordered. Dan struggled to his knees while I stood, proudly and arrogantly in
front of him.

"Please, Shannon, stop beating me" he murmered.

I gave him a hard slap to his cheek and demanded "Say it louder so everyone
can hear you Danny boy." He repeated his plea as loudly as he could in his
battered state.

But I was still not done with him. "Bow down to me" was my next command. I had
a couple of reasons for this. Of course, I wanted to maximize his humiliation,
but there was even a more fun reason. Melissa and I had always enjoyed
watching pro wrestling on television. Our wrestling experiences had actually
begun by imitating their moves. Ever since I was a little girl, The Undertaker
had been my favorite wrestler. Now, I wanted to try his signature move.

As soon as Dan lowered his head, I stepped toward him and captured it between
my thighs. Leaning forward, I clasped my arms around his midsection. When I
straigtened up I was holding him upside down. I squeezed with both my arms and
legs for about fifteen seconds so that his blood would rush down to his head.
Then, I jumped as high as I could and dropped down to the mat. The total force
of our combined almost three hundred pounds was concentrated to his head as it
slammed into the mat with a loud thud. His body went limp immediately,I had
knocked him out with my tombstone piledriver. I sat there admiring my work for
a moment and I noticed that he was still breathing. Then, I casually got up
and proceeded toward the locker room to change into my regular clothes.

The other girls all joined me and were celebrating as if we had won a Super
Bowl. They were all talking, laughing and congratulating me on my most
decisive victory. It felt almost as good to have their respect as it had to
beat the crap out of Dan. This was certainly the high point of our wrestling
club so far. More importantly, I was sure that many of the newer girls would
be inspired to work over some boys very soon. Our power was guaranteed to
continue expanding within the school and that was going to be so very way
kewl.

When we exited the locker room, we saw Dan's buddies struggling to help him
out of the gym. Dan looked very groggy and he was limping badly. His left arm
was just dangling down by his side. I could not resist giving him one final
shot. I called out to him "Just let me know when you want a rematch Danny
boy."