Shannon's Wrestling Club Part 8
by Madman
Girls Wrestling Club Part 8 The Initiation   


Shannon here again. Our Girls Wrestling Club was now the hottest topic at
school. When the news spread about how I had totally thrashed Dan, a district
wrestling champion, people realized that we were for real. We were swamped
with requests from girls to join our club as well as requests to beat up a
particular boy for them.

I had no problem with a lot of new girls joining us, in fact I was all for
that. But, they had to be sincere. We had a club meeting about it and decided
that any girl was welcome to come to the meetings and train with us. The
training would involve both weight lifting and practicing wrestling
techniques. But in order to join the club as a member they would have to beat
up some boy. The newer, less experienced girls were not about to start by
taking on a varsity wrestler, they all sought out the smallest wimpiest boys
they could find. All the smaller boys were now in constant terror, as they
knew that their turn to get beaten up would come. These initiation beatings
would have to be done in the presence of existing club members so they could
be verified and they had to be sufficiently harsh to qualify.

Of all the things that I did to Dan, the one that made the most impact was
when I ground my knuckle into his forehead and made a nice round bruise. All
the girls started doing that and if you walked down a hallway, you could see
lots of dothead wimps. We called it "wimp branding." When the boy's glee club
sang at an assembly last week, it looked like a Hare Krishna convention. How
kewl is that? These bruises would last for a good two weeks and they
constantly reminded people of our power.

The boys that stayed after school for the geeky activities such as the chess
club or the debate team were especially concerned. Being that they would be
around after most of the other kids and most of the teachers had left, they
were easy targets. And most of the boys in those groups would be the wimpiest
and easiest to beat boys. Half of them could not fight their way out of a
paper bag even if you gave them scissors. Two of the chess club geeks would
always leave the school together as they believed that avoiding being caught
alone would spare them a beating.

Our new girls hunted down their prey like a lioness would do so in the jungle.
Most of them were so intent on impressing their established member
spectator/judge that they would be extremely rough with their puny victims.
Even without a lot of fighting experience or technique, their size and
aggressiveness would be more than sufficient against such feeble boys.

Two of our pending members approached me at a meeting with a request that
sounded like it would be a lot of fun. They had noticed that the two chess
club geeks were never separated and they wanted to do a two girl vs two wimp
fight. They assured me that both boys would be thoroughly beaten so that both
of them could become full fledged members of our club. I told them that it
sounded like a fabulous idea and that I wanted to be the official spectator
for it. Over the next three weeks, these two girls, Joan and Sharon worked
extra hard at our meetings to prepare for their test.

Although it takes time to learn a lot of wrestling techniques, all of our
prospective members would have to work hard and learn some of them to qualify
for full membership. We had drawn up three qualities for their membership
fights. All three must be met for the girl to be allowed to join. They were 1.
The beating must be thorough and totally conclusive. 2. A variety of
techniques must be used. 3. The boy must be dominated mentally as well as
physically. A girl that could do those three things was well suited for our
group. Merely punching some geek out and walking away from him was not what we
were looking for.

Joan and Sharon were both freshman and had a lot to learn. But, they were the
most eager and enthusiastic of the new girls. Their attitude reminded me of
myself when I was just starting. Joan was the larger of the two at 5'6" and
about 130 pounds. She had curly red hair and green eyes. She had a lot of
natural strength and seemed to be a good athlete. Her best friend, Sharon was
only 5'3" and 115 pounds. She was a very pretty girl with wavy black hair and
dark brown eyes. While not as strong or athletic as her friend, she had an
extremely aggressive attitude and frequently spoke about how she would just
love to totally demolish some wimp. I though she had tons of potential,
strength and fighting skills could be acquired through hard work but the
attitude was innate. Either a girl had it or she didn't, it could not be
taught.

After our last club meeting, they approached me and asked about taking on
those two chess club geeks that never separated. They wanted to know if the
two of them beating up the two geeks together would qualify for membership. I
told them that it was a good idea and as long as both of them participated and
both boys were beaten that it was fine. Creativity was a good characteristic
to develop in the club members and I was happy to find that these girls had
that.

Joan and Sharon had only been coming to our meetings for about a month and it
takes time to learn how to properly demolish a wimp. But, they had soaked up a
lot of knowledge for such a short time, their attitude and work ethic was
outstanding. We thought that they would be ready for their initiation test
next week. Then they asked me if I would give them some private tutoring over
the weekend. I was thrilled by their request, no girl had ever asked me for
that before. It showed how serious they were about doing a good job on their
wimps.

I had both of them come to my house that Sunday and took them down to the
basement where I had some mats. I knew from experience that with more than one
victim it could be a problem preventing one of them from running away before
we were done with them. So I concentrated on showing them grappling techniques
to use when the victim was down on the ground. That way, they would have no
chance to escape. There are a lot of ways to hurt them while pinning them down
and the girls were eager to learn as many methods as possible.

I made sure to show them the proper way to pin them down. Too many girls would
pin wimps down but have most of their own weight on the ground. The idea was
to have one's weight on the wimp. Making him support our bodyweight wears them
down faster and makes them way more susceptable to the holds of our choice.
Controlling them is not enough, we need to punish and to hurt them. Making
them bear our weight was one good way to punish them. Sharon was concerned
that she was too light to hurt a boy by pinning him, but I showed her ways to
concentrate all of her weight on just one part of his body. That way even a
small girl could be effective with pins. And, of course, she could and should
be doing other things to her victim while pinning him.

Joan told us that they planned to double team the boys at times and wanted to
make sure that the other boy could not run away while they were doing that. I
advised her to hold up on the double teaming until they were beat down enough
to prevent that and I showed her a good anklelock that would cut down on their
mobility. During our breaks, I showed them some of my instructional videos
about jujitsu and sambo. The girls watched with full attention and I knew that
they were soaking up a lot of good useful information.

Finally, I had to tell them that they had to leave as I had other things to
do. Joan and Sharon were so into it that they would have stayed all day. I
loved their enthusiam and offered to continue their private lessons in the
future regardless of how they did with their chess wimps. They asked me if
they could borrow a couple of my videos and I was glad to lend them to them.

Finally, the day arrived that the girls were to beat up their geeks for their
initiation test. They had done their homework, they knew which door their
victims would exit from at exactly ten minutes to four. Both girls wore short
mini skirts and tank tops as they thought that tight jeans would be too
restrictive. They positioned themselves on opposite sides of the exit door,
just outside the school. I stayed back a bit so I could see how they would
handle their mission. I had seen the two boys before and I was totally
confident that my girls would have no trouble with them.

Eric and Carl were the names of these boys and they were about as wimpy as a
boy could be. Eric was barely five feet tall and probably weighed less than a
hundred pounds. He had scraggly light brown hair and squinty grey eyes. His
arms looked like pipe cleaners and I think a chess piece was about as heavy of
an object that he could lift. Just about any girl could demolish him in
seconds, but I knew that my girls would take their time and savor every moment
of it. Carl was a black kid that looked like Urkel from that old television
show. He was about the same size as Sharon, but a lot of his weight was in his
ears. They were huge ugly things that caused him to be the butt of many
"Dumbo" jokes at school. A total geek, he got all A's in school except for a D
in gym. He was unable to pass any of the fitness tests in gym and would also
be extremely easy for my girls to dominate. Watching my new girls work these
guys over was going to be some major fun.

At exactly 3:50, the door opened and our targets emerged. Immediately, the two
girls each grabbed one of their arms in the police lock that I had taught
them. This consisted of wrapping both arms around one of the victim's
forearms. Then both hands would grasp his hand and bend his wrist down. The
victim could be led wherever the aggressor wanted him to go unless he was
willing to get his wrist broken.

"Hi boys" Sharon said cheerfully. "We've been waiting for you."

The boys looked completely terrified already. Eric pleaded "Please don't hurt
us, we will do whatever you want us to."

While leading the boys away from the building, Sharon responded. "Of course
you will, but what we want you to do right now is to feel some pain. Have fun
boys."

As an observer, I stayed aways behind them as the girls led them toward the
grassy area next to the baseball field. I was pleased to note that they were
using a lot more pressure on their wrists than was necessary to have the boys
cooperate. The boys were doubled over due to the pain and that made it
difficult for them to walk. "Hurry up boys," Sharon told them. "We haven't got
all day."

When they got to the desired area, the girls kept hold of their victims arms
while forcing them to the ground. Sharon had Eric while the larger Joan had
Carl. I moved in closer and stood leaning against the backstop behind home
plate to get a good view of the action to come. Once, they had their victims
down, my new girls started working on them with an intensity that was a
pleasure to watch.

Sharon had Eric on his back and was kneeling next to him, still maintaining
her wristlock. She drove her knee into his side about five or six times.
Joan's victim was face down on the grass and she was straddling his back while
applying a hammerlock to the same arm that she had originally attacked. The
girl's expressions of obvious glee and pleasure were great to see. I had no
doubt that they would do a fabulous job on these guys and would fit very well
into our club.

Both boys were groaning in pain and that made this even more fun to watch.
Then the gals executed a move that they must have planned in advance. I did
not know about it and it was one of the kewlest things I ever saw. Joan pulled
Carl up to his knees and put him in a standing headscissors while facing
foward. Sharon pulled Eric up and she still had him trapped in that painful
wristlock. She forced him back until he was standing right in front of Sharon.

Joan then slapped a full nelson on Eric while still keeping Carl in her
scissors. She had both of the boys hurting in good holds all by herself.
Sharon smiled as she viewed the helpless boys. Eric was totally exposed to her
as the nelson tied up both of his skinny arms. Then Sharon stepped toward him
and unleashed a hard frenzied flurry of punches to his exposed midsection. I
could hear him grunt with each blow. Sharon must have hit him at least fifteen
or twenty times before she stepped back. Joan released her nelson and Eric
crumpled to the mat clutching his stomach.

Joan dropped down and rolled over to her side in order to put more pressure
into her scissors. She was really cranking it and I could see how contorted
Carl's face was getting. Sharon grabbed the leg of the totally helpless Eric
and put him in an ankle crank. She had his left leg trapped between her thighs
and was twisting the hell out of it. I smiled when I saw this as I knew that
Sharon was making sure that he could not run away before they were done with
him.

Then Sharon did something that not only made me smile but made me laugh out
loud. "Shit!" she exclaimed. "I am doing this on the wrong leg." She then
proceed to apply the same ankle crank to his his right leg. She held that one
for a longer period of time and there was no way that Eric would be running
for quite a while. Ankle cranks were among the most painful holds and all the
videos and books that discussed them said to use great care with them. Sharon
appeared to be ignoring that advice and she was getting a lot of pleasure
seeing how much suffering she was forcing on him. Her attitude was even more
viscious than I had hoped for and that rocked.

Finally Sharon dropped his leg and stood up to admire her work. Eric was on
his back, sobbing, unable to get up. Sharon was standing right over him,
leering at him and I am sure that served to intimidate him even more. Then she
dropped down hard on him with a schoolgirl pin. As I showed her, she made sure
her knees were pressing hard into him just where his bony shoulders met his
neck. She bounced up an down on him a few times just to make sure that he was
securely pinned. "Might as well brand my wimp" she declared as she ground her
thumb knuckle into his forehead.

After the branding was completed she got up to check on Joan and Carl. Not
only was Joan maintaining her scissors but she was now also bending Carl's arm
back over her thigh to put very painful pressure on his elbow. Carl was crying
and Joan's face revealed a very satisfied smile. The smile was brief as she
gritted her teeth while straining to put every bit of her strength into those
painful holds. "Very kewl, Joan" Sharon said. "But my wimp is not that much
fun to play with. Can I help you with yours?"

"Sure, why not? Let's have some fun with him," Joan answered. She released her
hold, but Carl stayed down on the ground. He was not in much better shape than
Eric, Joan had done a good job on him. Now it would be even more fun to watch
both girls work over this stupid helpless wimp. Joan grabbed one of his ankles
and said "Let's play wishbone."

Sharon grabbed his other leg and the girls pulled them apart. Carl's arms were
flailing wildly and uselessly as proof that my girls were hurting him bigtime.
His pants split right at the crotch and caused all three of us to laugh out
loud. Then Joan had a suggestion. "Remember that arm stretch hold that Shannon
used with Dan? Let's stretch both his arms at the same time."

"Great idea, Joan, that should be fun," Sharon replied.

'Just a minute, Sharon, I almost forgot to brand my wimp" Joan stated. Joan
held Carl down by jamming her hard shin into his throat and began grinding her
knuckle into his forehead. "Since I have a black one, I had better do it extra
hard so it will show," she commented. Joan really dug her knuckles into him
and Carl was in agony from that as well as from being choked by her leg.
"Okay, let's play with the armstretcher now" she finally said.

The two girls each applied the hold to one of his arms. Their legs were
pushing against his neck and ribs while their arms were brutally pulling his
arms almost out of his shoulders. It almost appeared that they were competing
to see who could torture him the most with this hold. I was glad to see it,
because even though Carl had taken a lot of punishment, I felt is was not
quite as much as Eric had absorbed. I'm not sure I had ever seen girls be as
rough with a boy as when Sharon had delivered all those body punches to him
while Joan had that full nelson on him.

Sharon noticed that Eric had gotten back up to his feet and was hobbling
around. Those ankle locks must have been effective. "let me take care of him
this time," Joan requested. "You had him before." Joan rushed toward him and
drove her should into him while wrapping him up in her arms. She drove him
down to the ground with a hard tackle that would have made an NFL linebacker
proud. She quickly pinned him down with a tight grapevine . Her legs were
splitting his already aching legs apart like a wishbone. This girl was a lot
stronger than I had thought that she was and she was not shy about using all
that strength to increase her helpless victim's pain. Not satisfied with
merely torturing his legs, she applied a wristlock to the same wrist that was
attacked when they led them to the field from the school. I loved that cruel
approach of continuing to work on an already sore bodypart.

Meanwhile, Sharon had let go of her armstretch and scooted behind Carl's head.
Then she put him in a figure four headscissors. Actually, it was more of a
choking neck scissors as her slim legs fit nicely under his chin and across
his neck. Carl's tongue was sticking out and he was really struggling to
breathe as Sharon pulled back on her ankle with her hand to maximize the
pressure. I wish that I had a camera, I could have taken a way cute picture.
Sharon had the perfect attitude, seeing the effect that her hold was having on
him only inspired her to increase the pressure. Her legs were stronger than
they looked and her calf muscle was flattened out as it pressed into his
exposed neck.

Finally, both girls released their victims, shook hands and hugged each other
to congratulate themselves and celebrate their most convincing victory. They
were so thrilled to have done such a thorough job in their first wimp
thrashing venture. "These boys like to be with each other, let's help them
with that" Sharon stated.

Sharon pulled Eric up to his feet by roughly grabbing his arm and his hair
while Joan did the same with Carl. Then they grasped their victims by the
wrist and flung them towards each other. The two boys crashed into each other
and both of them fell back down to the grass. Then Sharon walked over towards
the pitcher's mound on the baseball field. She picked up a small paper bag. I
had not noticed this bag, evidently it was something that they had planned in
advance.

Striding haughtily toward the boys, she removed two oversized index cards from
the bag. She then read the cards out loud. "I am a dothead wimp and property
of the Girls Wrestling Club." Dropping the cards on the boys she said "You
will sign these cards on the bottom and attach them to your lockers by first
period tomarrow unless you want us to repeat this for you. Have a nice day,
boys."

Then both girls came over to me and were eager to see what I thought of their
performance. I told them that they were great and that I really enjoyed
watching them operate. "Welcome to the club" were my final words as the two
very happy girls headed home. Our club now had two more good members and the
boys would have two more wimp thrashers to worry about. Life is good.