Shannon's Wrestling Club Part 10 
by Madman
Wimp Revolt                                                                             


Shannon here again. For quite a while, things have been super with our Girls
Wrestling Club. As more girls joined, more wimps got beaten and our reign of
terror continued to escalate. We were getting better grades as we not only
made them do our homework, but we also forced them to do poorly on tests. This
caused our scores to receive better grades as most tests were graded on a
curve. Any boy that got too high of a score was punished for it. I thought it
was way kewl that I got a better test score in algebra than the captain of the
chess team. Just the threat of a beating was enough to get them to cooperate,
but we still beat them up anyways. It was too much fun to pass up on and we
needed to keep practicing to stay sharp and improve our methods. It was fun to
watch the boys in the wimp wing hurry to use their lockers and get out of that
hall. They knew that they were sitting ducks when in that area they thought
the quicker they left it, the less chance of being harrassed by us. One time,
about twenty of us girls trapped them in the hall by positioning ten of us at
each end of it. The boys became frantic when they realized what we had done
and that was hysterical to watch. After about five minutes, we just left,
without doing or saying anything. But, just our mere presence was enough to
scare the crap out of them. We loved to do stuff like that and the boys never
knew if they were going to be beat up or not. Last week, I made one of the
wimps armwrestle with me. Although he knew that he would lose, he was relieved
that it was not a painful type of competition. Of course, he was wrong about
that. For over two minutes, after we had locked up our hands, I merely
squeezed the hell out of his hand and made no attempt to force his arm down. I
waited until he was screaming in pain before winning with ease. Even then, I
was not done with him. At my insistance, we repeated the same process
lefthanded. The most fun part of it was staring into his face and savoring his
painwracked expression as I crushed his boney hands. That wimp left with two
very sore hands while the girls that watched it were laughinghysterically.

Like I said before, we were always trying to think of new ways to humiliate
the wimps and would reward the girl who thought of these new ways. Little Pam,
the gymnast had a great idea. We had two wimps come to our club meeting and
made them wrestle each other. Pam would then wrestle the loser. First, we got
the enjoyment of watching the two totally incompetant wimps try to beat each
other. Both of them tried their best as neither wanted to face one of us. But
they were so weak and uncoordinated that their match was comical. Then we had
the pleasure of watching Pam destroy the already beaten loser. Even though she
is only about 5' tall and 100 pounds, Pam tore the jerk limb from limb to the
delight of all of us. I am sure that she could have beaten the jerk even if he
was fresh, but that fact that he was already worn out made it even more fun.
Pam was far from the biggest or strongest girl in our club, but she was
extremely quick, limber and aggressive. She loved to taunt her victims while
beating them and she put on a great show. It was one of the entertaining
meetings that we ever had and Pam revelled in the praise and glory that she
derived from it Pam had never beat up guys before getting involved with our
club and took great pleasure in every aspect of it.

About a week ago, something happened that pissed me off more than anything had
ever done so before. I saw cute little Pam and she looked terrible. Her face
was bruised and she was walking with a slight limp. She had a weird headband
around her beautiful long black hair, and she had never worn one before. I
asked her what happened.

"These two boys jumped me" she said. "They said they were going to show us
that they weren't taking any more of our crap. I tried to fight back but there
were two of them. They beat me pretty badly, but they did not make me cry."
She lifted her headband and her forehead had the round bruise that we used to
brand our wimps.

I was enraged about this for several reasons. The wimps were not to question
our authority. And to top it off they had two boys against our smallest girl.
There was going to be some major payback coming to them. Pam told me who the
two boys were. One was Pete , as short fat kid. He was only about 5'3" but
weighed about 160 pounds of mostly flab. He had curly red hair and freckles
and was a real creep. The other boy, Nate, was more like our typical wimp at
5'2'" and 115 pounds. Pam told me that Nate was definately the leader and that
he had Pete pin her down while he had his way with her. So while both boys
deserved severe punishment, Nate would require an even more brutal beating.

At lunch that day, I had a meeting with our original members and club
officers, Vicki, Sheila, Jessie and Pam. We decided that two of us would beat
the crap out of those two boys. I suggested that Vicki and I, the two biggest
and strongest girls should take care of this. Pam was not happy with my idea.
"Let me do it with you" she said. "I'm the one they attacked and I need to get
my revenge on those geeks." She said it with such determination that it was
hard not accept her offer. I thought about it and after some general
discussion, we all agreed that Pam and I would handle it. Pam was tougher than
she looked and, if necessary, I could handle both boys by myself, anyways.

The hardest part was figuring out when we could get to them. One of their
mothers picked them up from school everyday, so we would not be able to get
them at that time. We had to do this soon or our reputation would be damaged.
Jessie came up with a clever idea. During fourth period, one of us would bring
a forged note to their classroom that requested that they go to the
principal's office. When they went out in the hall, we would drag them to the
gym which was vacant that period. Then, we could beat the crap out of them. I
loved the idea, Jessie had such a brilliant and devious mind. Both boys,
particularly Nate, were going to be very sorry that they had messed with Pam.

Jessie went to their classroom with the note. Being that she was the president
of student council, no one suspected anything. Vicki was waiting in the hall
outside the room and as soon as the boys entered the hallway, the girls led
them, roughly, to the gym. When the boys saw Pam and I waiting for them, the
became panic stricken. There were no mats on the wooden floor, but that did
not matter, they would be the ones on the bottom against that hard floor. This
was not going to be a demonstration of how to beat a guy, but rather just
brutal punishment being inflicted as revenge for what they did to Pam. I was
really looking forward to it and I know that Pam was as well.

Vickie flung Pete toward me and Jessie judo flipped Nate to the floor and both
girls left to go back to class, I caught Pete in a bearhug and started
crushing his fat flabby midsection. Pam pounced on Nate and twisted his left
arm behind him in a hammerlock. I was delighted to see her take my advice on
disabling a limb and also that she took advantage of his being thrown down by
Jessie. They had taken advantage of her before and were not entitled to a fair
chance to defend themselves. Pam was not content with merely twisting his
shoulder, so she drove her knee into it as well. I heard the sounds of Nate
groaning and Pete struggling to breathe and it was a most beautiful duet. Pam
was crouching near his shoulder and continued to drive her knee into it while
using both her arms to maximize the pressure of her hold. When I had Pete
breathless, I flung him down to the floor and pounced on him. These wimps were
already defeated, but their punishment was merely starting.

I pinned Pete down and bounced on his chest to prevent him from regaining his
breath and was also slapping his face. Pam had Nate in a partial schoolgirl
pin. She was on him and had his right arm pinned under her leg, but pulled his
left arm out straight with her right arm. Then she punched him right in his
tiny bicep with her other fist. Nate screamed in pain and Pam seemed to be
surprised at how much it had hurt him. When she realized how effective it was,
she continued to drive her fist into his upper arm. After about four or five
more punches, Nate was crying. Normally, I would expect to see a huge smile on
Pam's face over this accomplishment, but that was not the case this time. Her
lips were curled up in a snarl as she continued to pound away at his arm. She
must have punched it at least twenty times while making sure her knuckes dug
into it each time. I loved watching her, I had no idea that she could be that
intense and brutal.

Finally, she got off him and pulled him up to his feet, Nate was hunched over
and was unable to straighten his battered left arm. Pam just silently shot her
knee right into his groin. Nate groaned loudly and doubled over even more. Pam
got a running start and leaped toward him, driving her knee into his head.
Nate crumpled back down to that hard wooden floor. I was so into watching Pam,
that I was neglecting Pete. I pulled him up to a seated position and moved
behind him. Holding him in place with a bodyscissors, I put him in a full
nelson. Now, I could get of good view of Pam while punishing Pete at the same
time. I cranked up the power on my nelson and waited to see what she would do
next.

Pam sat by his head and used her slim strong legs to put him in a choking
figure four scissors. Nate tried in vain to separate her legs with his right
arm. Pam ignored his futile attempt at breaking her hold and grabbed the wrist
of his sore left arm instead. Merely stretching it out straight put him in
tremendous pain. But that was insufficient for her so she viciously twisted
his wrist. I loved her approach of continung to attack his injured arm and was
thrilled to see how cruel she was being with her helpless victim. Once again,
I was so busy watching her that I was forgetting about Pete again. So, while
staying behind him, I placed both my feet against his back and pulled both his
arms back in a version of a surfboard hold. His groans told me that I was
being effective and I could easily watch Pam in this position.

Pam was leaning back to increase the pressure of both of her holds. It helped
to dig her calf more deeply into his throat and also enabled her to stretch
his injured arm out even more. Once again, Nate was crying. He was such a
wimp, it was easy to make him cry. But that was good for Pam, it was helping
her to regain her confidence and it was a lot of fun and way kewl. I wish that
we could have continued beating these jerks for hours, but the school period
was almost over and a gym class would soon be starting. So, I told Pam that we
had to wrap it up - for now.

Pam seemed a bit disappointed as she was taking great delight in punishing
Nate. We pinned the boys down and dug our knuckles into their foreheads to
brand our wimps. Pam added a twisting pinching technique to make Nate's bruise
become even more prominent. As we got off them, I informed both boys that they
were to attend our Girls Wrestling Club meeting this Friday. If they failed to
show up, we would beat them twice as badly. As Pam and I left the gym, we
decided that Pete and Nate would be frequent victims for our club. Their
punishment was going to last for the rest of the school year. We would not
only make them sorry for attacking Pam, we would make them wish that they were
never even born. Also we decided that everytime their wimp brands were
starting to fade, that they would be beaten and branded again.

I deliberately set up out Friday club meeting to make things especially rough
on them. Being that we had almost thirty girls, I divided them into three
groups. These groups would rotate through miniclasses run by Vicki, Jessie and
myself. Vicki worked with the girls in the weight room. Jessie taught some
Judo thows using Pete as the victim. He was thrown so many times that he could
barely stand and got a very sore back. But, I saved the most painful treatment
for Nate, the instigator of the attack on Pam. As far as I was concerned, he
would never be fully paid back for that.

First, I removed his shirt to reveal his scrawny boney body. His left arm was
still swollen and badly bruised. Then, I had each girl apply five different
armlocks to him, all of them to his left arm. He was crying before my first
shift of girls were done, but that only made it more fun for us. If Nate
expected any mercy, he was in the wrong place. If having about 150 armlocks
applied to his already sore arm sounds sufficient, it wasn't enough to satisfy
me. If a girl did not apply her hold properly, I had her repeat it until she
did. I even had some of the girls that did apply the holds the right way
repeat it. That way the other girls got another look at the proper technique
and Nate got even more punishment.

The funniest part was when it was Pam's turn to continue attacking that arm.
She refused to release her holds and claimed that she needed more practice. It
was hard for me to continue a mock arguement with her about it without
bursting out laughing. She also was grinning at Nate as she asked him
sarcastically "Are you sure that this really hurts?" When she finally was
finished with him, she gave him a hard kick into his arm as she was leaving
the mat. His writhing in pain was interrupted by the next eager girl. How kewl
was that? Obviously, Pam agreed with me that he could never be punished enough
for what he had done. But we were sure going to have fun trying.