Shannon 's Girls Wrestling Club part 11  
by Madman
Just For Fun        
 
Shannon here again.  Ever since we were so rough with Nate and Pete,
things have been pretty quiet around our school.   The boys were so
afraid of us now that it was almost getting boring.  Our last club
meeting had no boys present, so we just worked on improving our
techniques and on lifting weights.  I told the girls not to let up now,
but that we had to keep asserting our dominance and take even more
control of the wimpy boys in the school.
 
The next morning, a few of the girls and I arrived a bit early so we had
some time to kill.  We decided to walk down the wimp wing to see what we
could stir up.  As soon as they saw us, the boys stood right by their
lockers to give us plenty of room to walk through.  But merely walking
through was not what we were interested in doing.  I noticed that Nate,
the boy who led the ill fated wimp revolt was huddled in fear by his
locker.  He deserved to be punished at every opportunity and I had no
intention of letting him slide by now.  It was not even necessary to talk
to him, I merely approached him and gave him a good solid punch to his
stomach.  When he doubled over, I grabbed his arm and whipped him into
the lockers on the other side of the hall.  Nate crashed into the hard
metal lockers and fell to the floor.  We did not have a lot of time to
mess with the boys as teachers would be coming through the hallway any
moment.  So we just walked through, but I made sure to walk over Nate and
grind my heel into his left arm.  That was the arm we had worked on at
our meeting last week and I had no intention of letting it fully heal. 
This was a pleasant way to start a day, but I really wanted to work some
geek over thoroughly and soon.  There were some new holds that I wanted
to use for real, not just in practicing with the girls in the wrestling
club.
 
During my morning classes, I thought of how I would get the wimp to beat
up on.  I never needed an actual reason, as I always did just what I
wanted to.  But I wanted to have some fun in setting it up.  Watching the
terror on their faces beforehand was almost as much fun as actually
beating them up.  I came up with an idea to use during lunch period.  Not
only would it get me a victim, but he would have all afternoon to worry
about it.  I merely took five small pieces of paper and wrote an "X" on
one of them.  Then I folded them all in half so that the "X" could not be
seen.
 
I took the papers to a table full of wimps in the cafeteria.  "You are
each to select one of these papers" I informed them.  "The lucky one who
gets the paper with the "X" on it will have the honor of wrestling me by
the soccer field after school today.  If he does not show up, all five of
you will get beaten twice as badly." 
 
The boys were so nervous and their hands were trembling so much that they
had difficulty unfolding the papers that they drew.   The winner or
loser, depending on how you looked at, it was Kenny.  He was the typical
wimp, about 5'4" and 120 pounds on his scrawny body.  He had mousy grey
eyes and very short light brown hair.  Kenny was actually not that bad of
a guy, he was always most respectful of us girls.  But that was not going
to get him any mercy, I felt like really giving it to some guy.  Beating
up a guy for absolutely no reason would certainly  increase the fear of
us for all the boys in school.  Kenny was so upset that he was unable to
finish his lunch.  I took the brownie that was to be his desert and
looked forward to making him my desert after school let out.
 
The rest of the school day seemed to just fly by.  I was looking forward
to working Kenny over and also took pleasure in the fact that I was
making him worry about it for the entire afternoon.  I happened to pass
him in the hall between periods.  Smiling at him, I asked "How is your
day going Kenny"?  When he was too upset to respond, I said "Don't worry
about it, we're going to have some fun, or at least I will."  I also told
him to come alone, not with anyone else.  I also planned to be alone,
this match was purely for my own enjoyment, not to entertain anyone
else.  Recently, I had been so concerned with showing the other girls how
to beat up guys, that I had not been able to thoroughly enjoy doing it
like I used to.  This was going to be my favorite type of wrestling done
solely for myself and not for anyone else.  I was not going to be
distracted by spectators and I certainly was not going to to concern
myself with giving any mercy to Kenny.  Whether or not he deserved a
beating was unimportant, only the pleasure I would get from giving it to
him mattered.
 
When school ended that day, I rushed into the girls locker room to change
into my tight gym shorts and a tank top.  It was warm outside and I
wanted to move freely without worrying about ruining my regular school
clothes.  Just before leaving the locker room, I looked into the mirror
and flexed.  I liked what I saw, I was definately getting even more
muscular.  All of the weighlifting from the club was having it's effect. 
I could take on Kenny without all my added muscle, but it would make it
even easier and more fun.  I decided to take my time in the locker room,
Kenny would wait for me if I was a few minutes late.  It would give him
more time to worry about what was in store for him.  And I was going to
have plenty in store for him, even though he did nothing wrong, extending
mercy to my victims is just not my style.
 
When I finally made it out to the soccer field, Kenny was pacing
nervously.  He was wearing a green golf shirt and some bluejeans.  His
forehead was unmarked as no one had branded him yet.  Some of the girls
actually liked him and took pity on him so he had been spared so far. 
But that was about to end, I just wanted to beat up a guy and I didn't
care who he was.  As I faced him, preparing to attack, Kenny stammered
"Why do you want to beat me up, I didn't do anything to you."
 
I answered "Two reasons.  Because I can and because I feel like it."  My
reputation was not based on being nice to wimps and I liked it that way. 
If Kenny had to suffer for my enjoyment and to preserve that reputation,
that was his problem, not mine.  Kenny was frozen with fear as I moved in
on him.  This would be like taking candy from a  baby and I had no
problem with that.  They always say "No pain no gain."  Well, his pain
would be my gain this time.
 
I moved right in on him and wrapped my arms around his chest, locking my
hands behind his back.  When I started to squeeze him in a bearhug, it
took so little of my strength to hurt him and make it hard for him to
breathe.  This was going to be so easy, maybe too easy to amuse me, but
before we were done I was going to experiment with some new holds.  After
crushing him for a couple minutes, I flung him to the ground.  This was
the first time he went down, but it would certainly not be the last time.
 
I ordered Kenny to get back up to his feet and moved behind him with  my
back against his.  Reaching back, I cupped my hands under his chin and
leaned forward until his feet were completely off the ground.  This is
called the hangman hold and it put tremendous pressure on his scrawny
neck.   He was in obvious pain so I leaned forward a little more to
increase the pressure on his neck.  Now, he was in major agony.  Even
though he had both arms and both legs free, there was nothing that he
could do.  How kewl is that?  I leaned even further forward to increase
his suffering again, but I found that it actually made it easier on him. 
Then I realized that leaning too far forward placed him in a prone
postion on my back.  My back was supporting his weight rather than his
own neck.  I experimented with how far forward to lean in order to make
the hold most effective and when I found that point, I held him in it for
a while and enjoyed the sound of his grunts and groans.
 
Finally I dropped him and turned around to look at him.  Kenny was
writhing on the ground trying to massage his sore neck.  Disabling a body
part in order to make a guy defenseless was a technique that I always
emphasized when teaching new girls.  This was the first time that I made
a target out of the neck this early and it is most effective.  A guy with
a sore neck is totally unable to defend himself, not that Kenny could
stop me even without that sore neck.  I pulled him up to a seated
position and jammed my knee into the middle of his back.  Again, I 
cupped my hands under his chin and pulled back hard to crank his neck
again.  Now, I was working like little Pam would handle a wimp.  Even
after hurting a bodypart, continue to attack it just to maximize his
torture.  This time I could see the pain on his face and that only added
to my pleasure of hurting him.
 
Usually, I had some kind of reason to work over a guy.  Often, I was
punishing him for something he had done or something that he had not
done.  Sometimes, it was to demonstrate techniques for the other girls. 
This time, however, it was solely for my own enjoyment and that made it
even sweeter.  A girl does deserve a special treat from time to time and
I was savoring every moment of mine  The fact that Kenny had not actually
done anything to deserve the beating he was getting just made it that
much more fun for me.
 
Kenny was not offering me any resistance.  I was not sure if that was
because he was frozen with fear or because he thought I would go easier
on him if he did not fight back.  It did not matter to me, he could not
have stopped me no matter what he tried to do.  This was not about
seeking competition, it was all about me having fun demolishing some
guy.  And I was going to do a thorough job of it no matter what he tried
to do.  Not many things are as much fun as continuing to work on some
vastly overmatched and already defeated victim and I was really getting
into it.
 
Glancing up, I saw Vicki standing nearby with a big grin on her face.  I
had been so intent on beating Kenny that I had not seen or heard her
approach.   Vicki was the biggest girl in our club, about six feet tall
and 190 pounds of muscle.  "Need any help Shannon?" she queried, well
aware that I was handling him with no problem at all.
 
"Thanks, Vicki" I answered, "but this one is all mine.  I am trying out
some new way kewl holds, why don't you check them out?"
 
After getting bored with this neck stetching hold, I removed my hands
from his chin and thrust forward with my knee to knock him down flat on
his stomach.  Now it was time to try out a new hold that had really
appealed to me.  I layed down on top of Kenny and captured his legs in a
grapevine.  Usually a grapevine is applied facing the victim, but for
this hold, it needed to be done from behind.  Kenny moaned in pain, but
this was only the first step for the hold that I had in store for him. 
Next I grabbed both of his skinny arms and pulled them up and back. Then,
I rolled over to my back and thrust up with my legs to raise him up above
me in what is called the Mexican Ceiling hold.
 
This hold put pressure on his legs, shoulders and back - all at the same
time.  Because I controlled both of his arms and legs, he could not even
move, not even one inch.  This was the most dominating hold I had ever
used.  Sure it was a complicated hold to apply and it required a totally
overmatched and beaten victim, but I always ended up with that situation
in my matches.  I could see Vicki's jaw open in total amazement of this
hold and I could hear Kenny starting to cry.  I was surprised that he had
not cried earlier, but evidently, this hold was more than he could
endure.  I pushed up harder with my legs and forced his arms
closer together behind his back with my arms to make my ceiling hold even
more effective.  The more Kenny screamed and cried, the more I was
enjoying myself as I took pride in the fact that I was really hurting him
with this one.  I always felt that the greater my victim's pain, the
greater becomes my pleasure in causing it.  This hold ruled, but after a
couple minutes I released it in order to experiment with some other
stuff.
 
Once again, I positioned Kenny on his stomach and straddled his head
facing his feet.  Leaning forward, I grabbed both of his ankles and
pulled back in a type of Boston Crab.  Without releasing his ankles, I
rolled to my side and captured him in a nice headscissors.  Now I had him
in another painful and very kewl combination hold.  I both squeezed
harder with my muscular legs and pulled his legs up more to attack his
lower back.  He was really in agony with this one, it seemed that all my
new holds were very effective.  I think Kenny was getting a more painful
beating than most of my victims and it felt great forcing him to endure
it.
 
Kenny started to beg.  "Why are you doing this, Shannon? he pleaded.  I
will do anything you want - give you money, do your homework or whatever
you want."
 
Calmly, I replied.  "I have plenty of money and no homework, I just want
to beat the crap out of someone.  And you are doing a great job of being
my victim."  I increased the pressure of both holds just to prove my
point.  Once again, Kenny started crying.  I was cranking this one up
pretty good and I imagine that it was even more painful than the ceiling
hold.  I think it is important to increase the level of pain for the
victim during a match or they will get used to it and it won't really
hurt them enough as time progresses.  So it is necessary to increase the
intensity just to maintain their level of suffering.  And if they're not
suffering, there is no point to putting them in the holds.  I enjoy
stepping it up, it's good exercise for me.
 
Vicki commented "You've got some super kewl new holds, why don't you
teach them to the girls at our next club meeting?"
 
"I think I will do that, want to see a real kewl thing now, Vicki" I
replied.  "Remember how my sister Melissa did that slow side splits last
time?  I have been practicing it and I can do it now."  I finally
released Kenny from the punishing scissors/crab combo and left my
helpless victim on the ground, face up this time.  I stood over his face
and told him not to move or I would really hurt him.  I just stood there
for a moment, savoring the panic stricken expression on his face. 
Dominating these boys is just so much fun.
 
Then, I slowly spread my legs apart and lowered myself until I was
sitting right on his face.  Pressing myself down on his face felt great
and I enjoyed both the physical sensation and the fact that I was totally
dominating him.  Vicki said that it looked great and that she was going
to do it the next time she got hold of a wimp.  I found that grinding my
butt on his face really felt really good and it also caused discomfort
for Kenny.  How kewl is that?
 
I stayed on him for at least fifteen minutes and was talking with Vicki
like he wasn't even there.  We talked about our classes and the wrestling
club just like we would if we were alone.  We decided what to do at our
next club meeting.  Once again, Nate would be ordered to attend and I
would demonstrate these new holds on him for all the other girls.  Then
we would test their strength by having each girl try to put Nate in that
hangman hold for one minute.  I think about twenty of them would be able
to do it.  Twenty minutes in such a painful hold would be a good way to
continue punishing Nate for attacking Pam.  Vicki suggested that we also
keep working on his injured left arm.  "Good idea Vicki" I replied.  "We
should not let it heal all year, he will leave with a sore arm and a sore
neck."  Just thinking about Nate angered me and caused me to grind with
more force on Kenny's face.  Finally, I got up off him and Kenny stayed
on his back, exhausted and totally beaten, just the way all my victims
do.  I had the feeling of satisfaction that only comes from beating up
some guy.
 
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Vicki asked.
 
"What" I answered.
 
"You forgot to brand your wimp"
 
"Thanks, Vickie, all this thinking about Nate got me so pissed off that I
forgot about it."
I dropped down hard on Kenny's chest.  He was unable to fend me off and
was not stupid enough to even try, but I pinned his arms under my knees
anyways, just for a little extra fun.  Then I ground my thumb knuckle
into the middle of his forehead to form our signature branding bruise. 
When I was done, I ground my knees into his scrawny upper arms just to
have the enjoyment of inflicting a little bonus pain on him.  I got up
and pulled him up to his feet.  Kenny was so worn out and beaten that he
was having trouble standing.
 
"Get the hell out of here before I decide to start all over on you " I
barked at him.  Vicki and I laughed as the dazed and battered boy hobbled
away as fast as he could in his condition.  Beating up a guy just for
kicks was so way kewl that I knew I would do it again soon.