Sister over Brother    part 3    
by Madman
Sharon's Revenge
 
 
 
With her confidence raised by working over her best friend's bother,
Sharon looked forward to getting her revenge on Carl, the boy who had
previously beaten and humiliated her.  Even though Shannon, herself had
beaten him, she wanted to handle him herself to fully extract her
revenge.  And she knew that this time, she would be able to handle him.
 
Sharon had now been working hard in the Girls Wrestling Club for over two
months.  Her weight training had already made a noticeable improvement.  
Although she had only put five pounds more weight on her slender 5'3'
body to increase her weight to 118 pounds, she felt a lot stronger.  She
could see some definition in her arms and legs and they were a lot harder
than before she had started.  Sharon had also worked diligently on the
techniques she had learned from Shannon and the other girls,
concentrating on the ones that were effective against larger and stronger
opponents.  She had also had many practice sessions with her best friend
Carly and had become quite adept at applying several painful jointocks
and scissors.
 
This Thursday, only six days away was when she would not only get that
revenge , but also get to show off in front of all the other girls in the
club.   She was going to wrestle Carl and it would only be one day after
the sling was removed from his right arm that Shannon had injured.  He
was going to be easy pickings and she could barely wait for the  match to
happen.
 
Friday, Sharon sauntered by Carl's  locker to remind him of the match. 
He was struggling to get his books in order with only one arm.  "I need
more time for my arm to heal," he complained.
 
Driving her shoulder right into his sore arm and causing his books to
scatter on the floor, Sharon replied, "That's just too bad, wimp, I'm
going to hurt you worse than Shannon did."
 
But at the beginning of the next week, Shannon and many other kids were
out of school as a major flu bug was going around.  The wrestling club
meeting was cancelled and Sharon was very disappointed about that.  Carly
consoled her by telling her that her chance would still come and that she
would still get her sweet revenge on Carl.  Sharon was  not happy about
having to delay her opportunity to work Carl over, but she saw no other
option at that time.
 
The following Wednesday, when Sharon walked by Carl's locker, he stepped
back against his locker to give her plenty of room to get by.  She
stopped and just stared at him. "Looks like we won't be wrestling
tomorrow," Carl gleefully chirped at her.  "You're going to just have to
wait, and my arm should be fine by then and I will beat you in front of
all your little friends." 
 
His sarcasm aggravated her and it took all of her self control not to go
after him right there in the hallway.  But she knew that would only get
herself in trouble, so she walked away without saying a word in return. 
She was very upset about Carl's arrogance and that he had talked to her
so disrespectfully in front of other kids.
 
As the day progressed, she got angrier about it and came up with a plan
to take care of this jerk.  When school let out, she rushed out to the
field where she knew he walked through on his way home.  Knowing that it
would take the one armed Carl extra time at his locker, she knew she
would be there before he would arrive. In just a couple of minutes, she
saw Carl making his way to the field.  Unseen by him, while circling
behind her intended victim, Sharon charged and took him down with a
fierce tackle that would have made the football coach proud.  As his
books scattered, a surprised Carl writhed on the ground grasping his sore
arm that was still in the sling.
 
Without hesitation, Sharon straddled the boy and began roughly ripping
the sling off the boy's injured arm.  Already almost in tears, Carl cried
out "What are you doing?  Leave me alone!"
 
Continuing to tear away the sling, Sharon responded.  "I decided not to
wait to take care of you, jerk, and this will save your doctor the
trouble of removing your sling."  As soon as she finished tearing it off,
she applied a tough wristlock to his sore right arm.   Carl shrieked in
pain.  The well applied hold would be painful for anyone, let alone
someone with an already injured arm.  Showing absolutely no mercy or
compassion, Sharon cranked more pressure into her hold and viewed his
contorted face with great pride and pleasure.
 
Carl was screaming in pain.  Some of what he said was incomprehensible
due to that pain, but Sharon knew he was begging and pleading with her to
let him go.  Ignoring those pleas, she methodically went through the
entire arsenal of armlocks that she had practiced at Carly's house on her
brother.  She just glided from hold to hold and was glad that the short
skirt and tank top she wore did not interfere with her movements. 
Finally she spoke briefly to her victim  "How does it feel to lose to a
girl" she asked sarcastically.  The painful pressure on his arm prevented
Carl from responding.
 
As she was rolling him over to his stomach to apply a hammerlock, Sharon
saw her best friend, Carly, and two other younger wrestling club members,
Donna and Linda approaching them.  The three girls stopped and watched
with great pleasure.  While Sharon was not talking much as she was
concentrating on her holds, the three girls started taunting the helpless
boy non stop.
 
In between their giggling, Carl could hear things such as, "Does your
puny little arm hurt.?"  "Why don't you beat her again,?"  and words of
encouragement for Sharon such as "Twist it harder," and "That's a great
hold."  The humiliation, combined with the agonizing pain, had Carl
openly crying.  Sharon was in her glory, she was getting everything she
wanted.  Not only was she getting her revenge on Carl, she was also
getting the opportunity to show off in front of other club members. She
knew that all the other girls would hear about it very soon.  The
presence of the three other girls only inspired her to be even more
vicious in her assault of his injured arm.
 
Finally, she had run through her repertoire of armlocks and sat next to
her distraught victim, just staring into his face and savoring the
moment.  All the girls were silent as they watched Carl writhing in pain,
clutching the arm.  That silence was broken by
Carly asking "Did you use the keylock on him, that is my favorite one.."
 
"Thanks, Carly" Sharon replied.  "I think I forgot to use that on him,
but I'm not sure.  I'll put it on him now just to be sure."  Straddling
the boy's chest she snaked her arms around his forearm and bent his arm
back and down.  The pressure on his shoulder and wrist was more than Carl
could tolerate and he started crying once again.  That prompted laughter
from the three spectators as Sharon leaned into her hold to continue the
torture of the hapless boy.
 
"Your wimp brand is fading, Carl" she informed him.  "We can't have that,
can we?"  Still straddling her victim, Sharon ground her knuckle into his
forehead to make his bruise more prominent.  Carl merely laid still and
took it, too exhausted to resist. The other girls loved seeing Sharon's
legs tight against his ribs, holding him in place, so she could easily
dig that knuckle into him.
 
Finally Sharon, almost reluctantly, got off her victim and joined her
friends, laughing and talking about what she had just done.  Carl was
still in pain on the grass, but he was glad that she was no longer
torturing him.  He was trying to regain enough strength to get up and
walk home as the girls were now totally ignoring him.  After a couple
minutes, the girls dispersed to go to their homes, leaving him on the
grass.  Sharon deliberately stepped right on his damaged arm as she left,
just to give him one final painful punishment.
 
The news of what had happened spread quickly throughout the school and
Sharon was now respected by the girls and feared by many of the boys. 
She loved her new status and she and Carly were becoming another terror
to the wimpier boys.  The formerly rather shy girl was now much more
aggressive and forceful in her actions and her conversations, especially
with the boys in wimp row. 
 
By the following Thursday, the flu epidemic was waning and most of the
kids were back in school.  That week's wrestling club meeting would be
held and old Miss
Finch, the teacher adviser, got confused about it and failed to attend,
leaving the girls on their own.  As usual, the girls split into two
groups, one working out in the weight room and the other practicing
fighting techniques.  Shannon, the club president, was demonstrating some
takedowns when the girls all noticed that two boys had entered the gym.
 
One of them was Carl, with his arm still in a sling, Sharon's beating
preventing the doctor from allowing him to be without it.  His older
brother, Chris was with him.  Chris was a senior and a popular boy, both
the boys and girls liked him as he was considered to be a nice guy.  At
about six foot tall and 180 pounds, he was in good shape and certainly
not a wimp that the girls would go after.  He asked if he could have a
brief word with Shannon and apologized for the interruption.
 
Shannon approached him and  Chris spoke to her in a hushed tone that the
other girls could not hear.  "Could you girls please let up on my
brother?  He won't bother any of you again, but he could get permanent
damage if his arm is not allowed to heal,"
 
Shannon responded in a loud voice that all the girls could overhear.  "We
do what we want to who we want.  But I'll give him a chance.  You and I
will wrestle right now and if you win, we will leave your wimpy brother
alone."  Although Chris was certainly no wimp, Shannon was confident she
could handle him and she knew it would impress the other girls.  She felt
sure that her skill would overcome his size advantage of six inches of
height and over thirty pounds of weight.
 
Chris was surprised by Shannon's offer, but he accepted it and slowly
approached the mat.  An excited Carly, summoned the rest of the girls
from the weight room so they could also watch.  Close to thirty girls
surrounded the mat, eager to see their leader in action.  Shannon grasped
Chris's wrist in order to flip him to the mat, but he was much stronger
than the wimps she had been used to fighting and she was unable to budge
him.  Lack of genuine competition had caused Shannon to become a bit
sloppy, particularly defensively and Chris stepped into her wrapping his
arms around her waist with a bearhug.
 
Shannon gasped in pain as the air was forced out of her lungs. She pushed
the heel of her hand against his chin, but once again, his strength
prevented her move from being effective.  However, Shannon was able to
remain calm and she thrust the stiffened fingers of her right hand
directly into the boy's Adam's apple. Immediately, Chris was gagging and
choking, forced to release his hold.  Shannon drew in a couple of deep
breaths while he was doubled over in pain, clutching his neck with one
hand.
 
Recovering her composure, Shannon realized that she could not just
overpower Chris, that she would have to rely on technique this time. 
Chris was still gagging from her earlier throat attack ,so she moved in
quickly.  Picking up his left leg while sweeping his right one with her
leg. she took him down to the mat on his back.  Without releasing his
leg, she dropped down and controlled it by firmly holding it in place
between her two strong legs.  Smoothly and quickly, she grabbed his foot
by the top of the arch with one hand and around the heel with the other
and twisted it sharply with a jujitsu ankle crank.
 
Shannon's attack on Chris's ankle was so swift and sudden that he had no
chance to react with any type of defensive movements.  He was shocked
when the severe jolt of pain was felt and the confused boy had no choice
other than to immediately tap out. After another short but hard jerk on
his trapped ankle, Shannon released her hold.  Glancing out into her
audience, savored the astonished expressions on the faces of the other
girls and the look of sheer terror on Carl's face.
 
Confident that she had the situation well under control, Shannon decided
to extend her fun.  As Chris struggled to get to his feet with his sore
ankle, she spoke to him, loudly enough for all to hear.  "I'll give you
one more chance, we'll wrestle another fall.  If you win, we will leave
your brother alone for the rest of the year.  But if I win, he remains
property of our club."
 
Realizing that he had nothing to actually lose by accepting Shannon's
offer, Chris agreed and prepared himself to take on the skilled and
strong girl.  Even though he knew she was tough, he had underestimated
her in the previous fall and would not repeat that mistake.  Crouching
down to protect his legs, he cautiously move in on her.  Shannon, with
youthful overconfidence and arrogance, misinterpreted his caution as
fear.
 
Almost casually, she moved in on Chris, reaching high with the intention
of putting him in a headlock.  Overextending her body in her attempt to
attack high on her taller opponent's body left her vulnerable and it was
Chris who successfully latched on to her with a headlock.  Using his
strength, he forced Shannon down to her knees , still maintaining the
punishing hold.  Shannon was not used to being the victim of a hold and
she tugged at his arms to try and escape.  While her efforts prevented
him from applying enough pressure to force a submission, she was
unsuccessful in breaking the hold.
 
Chris considered controlling and pinning ones opponent to be the goal of
wrestling, rather than cranking a hold to the point of extracting a
submission so he powered Shannon down to the mat.  Rather than maintain
his effective headlock, he laid on top of her and grabbed her wrists to
pin her arms down to the mat.  Shannon just rested briefly to recover
from the headlock, unconcerned about being on the bottom,  Many times in
her jujitsu class and on televised UFC fights, the one on the bottom was
able to still garner a submission.  She was not happy about appearing to
be losing in front of the other girls, but was calmly planning her
counter attack.
 
"I think I have you pinned" Chris announced, quite satisfied with
himself.   Now, he thought, his brother would be safe.  However, like
many boys, Chris had confused pins wit5 submissions.  Shannon was well
aware that being on the bottom did not mean that she would lose.  She was
actually happy that Chris had given up his punishing headlock to put her
in this almost painless pin.  Suddenly, she pushed hard against him with
her arms to create a little separation and threw her legs back to lock
them around his neck with his left arm also trapped by her long muscular
legs.
 
Shannon had Chris trapped in a perfectly applied triangle choke and she
knew that would end the match.  In both her jujitsu academy, as well as
on televised UFC fights, this hold resulted in instant submissions.  Her
two legs, plus her victim's trapped arm formed a triangle to painfully
choke him, blocking both the flow of air and blood to his brain.  As
expected, as soon as she pressured her hold, Chris frantically tapped the
mat.
 
But Shannon was not interested in accepting his submission. She
pulled back on her ankle with her and and clenched her legs with full
power.  Her thigh and calf muscles flexed with a bold relief pattern as
she cruelly dug them into her victim's neck.  In only about twenty
seconds, she felt his body go limp and collapse on her, the lack of air
and blood had knocked him out cold. 
 
Pushing her unconscious victim off her, Shannon pranced around the mat,
flexing her strong arms in a victory celebration.  She saw the
astonishment in the faces of the other girls and the terror in the face
of the lone boy spectator, Carl.  Chris was starting to wake up and the
dazed boy sheepishly crawled off the mat.
 
Carly and Sharon exchanged glances and almost as if by reading each
others mind, they acted in unison.  Approaching Carl, the girls roughly
dragged him by his shirt to the center of the mat and threw him down. 
Just like a week ago, Sharon mounted him and savagely tore away the
sling from his arm.  This was followed by a tough demonstration of all
the armlocks she had learned.  She made sure to really torque on them,
not only to punish Carl, but also to impress the other girls.  She
smoothly switched from one painful hold to another, subjecting the 
crying helpless boy to various arm bars, wristlocks, hammerlocks and 
more.
 
Carly loved watching her best friend punishing Carl.  She thought it was
so cool that of the four male arms available, that she was punishing the
already injured arm of the weaker boy.  Sharon was enjoying every moment
as Carl would never be sufficiently punished for humiliating her when she
first tried to brand him as her wimp.  She planned on tormenting him
every chance she got and this was a good time to work on his arm and
prevent it from healing.  Having the other girls watch was another bonus
and Sharon put her full effort into punishing his arm to impress them.
 
Seeing a boy crying in pain and begging for mercy made quite an
impression on the newer girls at the club meeting.  Hearing about it had
attracted their interest, but actually seeing it was far more exciting. 
One of them, Donna, stood up and exclaimed "This is way kewl, I want to
try it."
 
Shannon said "Excellent idea, any new girl that wants to try, line up on
the mat." Donna and four other girls eagerly approached the mat.  Shannon
helped each of them to apply armlocks, all on Carl's injured right arm. 
Ignoring the boy's pitiful cries and pleas for mercy, she spoke only to
the girls as she advised them on how to make the holds most effective. 
"Lean your weight into your hold" she told one girl as she bent his arm
back with a painful wristlock.  "Grab your wrist with your other hand"
she told another to help her cinch up a jujitsu kimura lock.   Any
pressure to his injured arm was quite painful to Carl and Shannon's
technical advice made each hold positively excruciating for him.   The
new girls attacked the helpless boy with a frenzy like a pack of hungry
piranhas.
 
Even the experienced group members were shocked by what was happening. 
Never had they seen an attack on a wimp that was so vicious and cruel. 
But all agreed that Carl deserved whatever the girls could dish out and
enjoyed watching his severe punishment.  They also enjoyed glancing at
the concerned face of Chris as he was helpless to do anything to aid his
brother.  After each girl had applied a couple armlocks and Carl was
crying on the mat in the fetal position, Shannon made yet another cruel
announcement.
 
"That is enough for today girls, but let me show you a real good arm hold
that you can use when you develop enough strength.  Reaching down, she
pulled Carl to his feet by his hair and his shirt.  Although very shaky
oh his feet, he was able to stand. He did not have to support his own
weight for long.  Shannon placed his aching arm, elbow down, over her
shoulder from behind.  Leaning forward and jerking down hard on his
wrist, she lifted his body completely off the mat.  His sore shoulder and
elbow bore the weight of his entire body and Carl shrieked in pain.  The
girls stared wide-eyed at this display of both strength and
ferociousness.  Carl's legs jerked and kicked harmlessly as he had no way
to stop the incredible pain being inflicted upon him.
 
In less than a minute, Carl pass out from the pain.  Carly was amazed,
she had seen boys knocked out from chokes, but never just from sheer
pain.  She looked forward to tyring to do that with her brother the next
time she wrestled him.  Shannon nonchalantly dropped Carl on the mat and
peered down at him with disgust.  Just leaving him lying there, she said
"Good meeting , girls, see you all next week."  The girls all left the
gym giggling and talking, leaving the two beaten and humiliatied boys
behind.