The Wrestling Tryout
by M.C.
In order to earn a spot on her high school's wrestling team, a 150 pound girl must first defeat the team's heavyweight champion.


It really isn't fair, not fair at all. I mean I am a girl after all. So why is
coach Stevens, the coach of my high school's wrestling team, pitting me
against Bradley Aaron? By right I should have to wrestle Dennis Price since
both he and I are middleweights (around 150 pounds) and it's his spot on the
team I'm going for. But no, coach Stevens told me I had to fight Brad, the
muscular, 225 pound defending city heavyweight champion instead. I guess the
answer is obvious though, isn't it? That chauvanistic bastard coach wants Brad
to pound me so he'll have an excuse not to let me on the team. And since he's
the coach, I guess I'll have to play by his rules. But it really isn't
fair...for Brad that is.

I mean, how do you think this big, strong, athletic guy will feel after I beat
him? His masculine pride will undoubtably be shot to hell and he'll probably
hate me for it - not to mention the demoralizing affect it'll have on the team
after they watch their star wrestler get his ass kicked by a girl; a girl he
outweighs by 75 pounds. And all because the stupid coach forced me to wrestle
Brad when I should have fought against that arrogant, conceited Dennis who
nobody likes anyway.

There's another problem here too, a deeper one - I happen to think Brad is a
really sexy guy. His strong, muscular, athletic body really turns me on. We
have several classes together and I find myself staring at him all the time
and fantasizing about what it would be like to get his ass in bed. In fact
I'll tell you all a little secret - he's the reason I decided to try out for
the wrestling team in the first place. I figured that way Brad and I could be
together a lot more and maybe something would happen between us; you know
like...well you know. And wrestling wouldn't interfere with my track and field
either (I hate to brag but I am the defending state champion in both the
women's shot put and discuss throws and also run the mile) because the track
meets are held on different days than the wrestling matches.

But now that jerk-off of a coach is making me fight Brad for a spot on the
team - a middleweight against a heavyweight; and a girl no less! But as I said
before, fighting Brad isn't the problem, beating him is. You think I'm
overconfident? I'm a very strong and extremely fit girl. I can bench press 250
pounds for ten reps, deadlift over 300 and run miles without getting tired.
Oh, and I also hold a second degree black belt in ju-jitsu. Not bad for a 17
year-old high school girl, eh?

When I was younger I used to wrestle against my big older brother Bill for
fun. He was the star of the high school football team at the time and weighed
245 pounds (he's the starting right tackle for State now). Bill enjoyed our
matches at first, until I started beating him that is - and I was only 15 at
the time! (Once he almost couldn't play in an important game because of a
brutal hammerlock I put him in). We still do wrestle occasionally, usually
about who has to do the chores around the house when he comes home from
college. In fact just last month we fought over who has to mow the lawns. I
have to admit, Billy did a really good job on them (wink). It must have been
embarrassing for him though as I beat him in front of his girlfriend. I guess
I really shouldn't have stood on top of him and beat my chest with my fists
while Bill was lying - beaten and exhausted - on the floor; but hey, sometimes
I just get carried away (giggles).

So if I beat Brad, then what chance will I ever have with him? You know how
fragle these boys' egos are. And losing to him on purpose is out of the
question. I'm a highly competitive athlete and don't believe in doing that;
besides, that would be giving coach Stevens what he wants on a silver platter.
So it seems like I'm in the classic no-win situation doesn't it? What's a girl
to do? Anyway, these are the thoughts that are running through my head as I
step onto the mats to face this large, strong, handsome adonis in my tryout
for the wrestling team.

"Kate the Great! Kate the Great!," I hear my teammates from the track team
shouting as I prepare to do battle against Brad (that's the nickname they gave
me after I led our team to the city title last year)."Girlpower! Girlpower!"
And as my adrenline begins to get fired up I can feel my competitive drive to
win taking over. I know what I have to do now."To hell with Brad's ego," I say
to myself. "If coach Stevens thinks he can prevent me from being on the boy's
wrestling team by pulling this stunt then he has another thing coming to him.
I'll show him what a girl can do; I'll show them all. So Bradly Aaron, you'd
better watch out!"

To further ensure Brad's victory over me (as if a 75 pound weight advantage
wasn't enough), coach Stevens insisted that we fight a no-holds-barred,
submission only match. That means we can use any hold we like and fight until
one of us gives up. That's O.K. with me,but it might lead to some pretty
brutal wrestling. But if that's the way the coach wants it, that's the way
it'll have to be. And so Brad and I square off - a five foot-seven inch, 150
pound girl against a six foot-two inch, 225 pound guy...and let the chips fall
where they may.

Thinking to make short work of me Brad immediately lunges forward. I surprise
him with a classic ju-jitsu throw, grabbing his outstretched arm by the wrist,
twisting it and using his forward momentum to toss him to the mats. First fall
to the girl...in just five seconds! My friends all cheer. Wow! There must be
several hundred students in the gym. This match was arranged only a few hours
ago. News sure travels fast. We should have sold tickets.

After a few seconds Brad is on his feet and starts to approach me again;
although a bit more cautiously this time. I begin to dance around the mats on
the balls of my feet like a boxer - a boxer with a long, blond ponytail
swishing from side to side. "Come on big boy," I tease,"show me what you've
got." Angry now, he charges again (men are so easy to munipulate, aren't
they?). SLAM! With another perfectly executed ju-jitsu throw I toss Brad on
his back again. Only this time I retain my hold on his wrist and begin
twisting it, forcing him to roll over in the direction of the twist (either
that or his wrist will break). My friends start cheering again as I make Brad
to roll over several times before releasing him. I look over at coach Stevens
and smile. Hmmm...why do you suppose he has such an angry expression on his
face? (Giggles).

"Get up Bradie," I say as I stand before him with my hands on my hips,"we're
just getting started." As he rises, I begin to dance around again (did I
mention that I'm also a bit of a show-off? I can't help it. I guess it's just
in my nature). After being floored twice by a girl he outweighs by 75 pounds,
Brad decides to try a different tactic. He bends low and comes at me with his
arms wide apart - no doubt hoping to knock to the mats where his superior size
can work to his advantage. Just before he grabs me however, I fall to the mats
and roll into his legs, knocking him down instead. I quickly jump to my feet
and leap on his back, wrapping my muscular arms tightly around his neck and my
even stronger legs around his waist (I pity anyone who gets caught in-between
my 24 inch killer thighs).

With my 150 pounds clinging to his back Brad struggles to get to his feet. He
grabs my arms and tries to pry them open, but my grip is too strong and he's
unable to do so (did I also mention that I'm very strong - not just for a girl
but for anybody). As he weakens, I tighten my grip. He then starts spinning
around in a desperate attempt to free himself."Weeeee, ride-em cowgirl!" I
squeal as we whirl around and around. I can hear a great deal of laughter
coming from the audience now. We must be quite a sight to see - a large,
strong, heavyweight wrestler trying to throw off a smaller girl who has her
arms and legs tightly wrapped around his neck and mid-section; her long, blond
ponytail flying around as they spin.

After about a half a minute the strength of my arms and legs begin to take
their toll on my larger opponent. I can clearly hear him breathing hard and
his spinning slows down...then stops completely. "What's the matter Bradie?" I
giggle, "is the ride over already? I want my money back; tee, hee, hee." I
increase the pressure of my arms and legs, forcing Brad to his knees. He's
barely able to breath. When I see his face beginning to turn red I ease up on
his neck but keep my powerful thighs firmly locked around his stomach (it was
at this point - firmly in control of the match and with my arms and legs
wrapped around this hunky guy - that I found myself getting sexually aroused).

All the students are on their feet now. Most of the girls are cheering me on
while the boys are staring dumbfounded at a sight none of them expected to see
- their star heavyweight champion wrestler being "girlhandled". I suppose I
could easily win the match at this point by simply maintaining my hold over
Brad until he breaks down and submits, but then I suddenly get the urge to do
something else; something much more erotic. I release Brad from my python-like
arms and legs and stand up. While Brad is on his hands and knees, gasping for
breath, I sit on his back and wrap my awesome thighs around his neck. With
what remains of his strength, Brad grabs my ankles and tries to free himself;
but his attempt is as feeble as it is pathetic."What's the matter big boy? Is
the little girl too strong for you?" I say as I reach down and gently pat him
on the head like a puppy.

I put my hands on my hips again and smile at coach Stevens who has his head
burried in his hands. "Well coach, did I make the team?" My question was, of
course, rethorical. Then I look down at Brad. With this big, strong, handsome,
sexy guy helplessly trapped in my muscular thighs, I get a feeling of erotic
female power flowing throughout my body. "You're mine Brad," I say to
myself,"you're all mine; and there's not a damn thing you can do about it."
Then without even realizing it I begin to slowly gyrate back and forth and
from side to side; and the more I do it, the more aroused I become. "Please,"
Brad begs,"please let me go Kate. I submit. You've won. Please stop
humiliating me." But it's to late for that now, too late for him and for me.

Back and forth I gyrate, moaning as I do. Brad Aaron has been reduced to
nothing more than a conduit for my female sexual gratification. All the girls
in the audience are cheering me on, shouting,"Girl Power! Girl Power!" (the
boys on the other hand, their mighty champion beaten and humiliated, are
silently filing out of the gym with their heads bowed). Overcome by the
beating I gave him and the humiliation I'm now subjecting him to, Brad breaks
down and begins to cry. "Please Kate,"he pleads,"please let me go." But by now
my womanhood has completely taken control of my actions and there's no way I
can stop - I'd probably have more luck trying to stop a speeding freight
train.

I reach down and grab Brad firmly by the hair and force him to lie on his
back. "STAY THERE AND DON'T MOVE!" I shout. (Yes, I can be a bitch sometimes).
Seconds later my sports briefs and pink panties are down around my ankles and
I'm sitting on his large, hairy chest with my blond pussy resting only inches
from his mouth. I take his head and force it into me. "EAT ME YOU WIMP!" I
demand; and like a meek little puppy, he does."You're mine Brad," I repeat out
loud this time,"you're all mine."

I have no idea how long I sat on Brad and forced him to pleasure me. Some of
my friends said it was nearly an hour but they can't be sure - they weren't
timing it, just watching. After my third orgasm (or was it my fourth) I got
up, yanked Brad to his feet and led the crying heavyweight wrestler into the
locker room for a private talk. With his will completely shattered, this
strong, handsome hunk was now mere putty in my hands. I sat him down on a
chair and wiped away the tears (and cum) from his face with a tissue, then sat
on his lap. "O.K. now big boy," I began in an authoritative tone of
voice,"this is how it's going to be." I then proceeded to lay down the rules:
1) That he was to be my boyfriend for as long as I desired him. 2) That he was
to pleasure me whenever (and where ever) I wanted. 3) That I'll decide when
and where we'll go out (did I mention that I like to be in control on my
relationships?). And 4) That he's to make my wishes his wishes, my desires his
desires.

I wipe the tears away from his eyes again after he again began to cry (boys,
they're such wimps) and let my message sink in. "Do you understand Brad?" I
ask softly after a few minutes. Slowly he nods. "Good. Now if you'll excuse
me, I want have a little talk with coach Stevens. I have some unfinished
business with him. You're to wait for me here." I leave a sadder, but
hopefully wiser, Brad in the locker room and make my way to coach Steven's
office.

"Knock! Knock!"

"What the hell do you want here, Miss Winston?" he asks me with his usual good
manners.

"That's 'Kate the Great' for you Mr. Stevens, and I want to have a word with
you...in private," I say as I lock the door behind me.

EPILOGUE

The next day Mr. Stevens abruptly resigned as the coach of the wrestling team.
Furthermore, he requested (and immediately received) a leave of absence from
our high school. There were many rumors flying around as to why this happened.
Some say he was having financial problems. Others said his problems were
marital in nature. Personally, I think it might have had something to do with
the way the janitor found him in his office later that afternoon. He was lying
on the top of his desk, naked from the waist down and his hands were tied
behind his back with a jock strap. He also had a pair of pink, slightly soiled
panties stuffed in his mouth while his buttocks were a bright red color. He
was said to be in tears too.

Brad took over as player-coach and I, after *persuading* Dennis to join Mr.
Stevens in retirement, became the team's middleweight wrestler. We both went
undefeated that season - although I did have to help Brad by fighting one of
his heavyweight matches in addition to mine when he was too sick to compete
one day (too much pizza the night before I suspect; it was my 18th birthday
party). It was good that I did too because I defeated the only guy Brad
couldn't (he lost to him in the state finals last year). Together, we led our
school to the state wrestling championship and yes, I also successfully
defended my shot put and discuss titles at the state track and field meet as
well as finishing third in the mile.

Brad and I have been together for four months now and I'm as hot for him as
I've ever. I think that once he came around to accepting the fact that I'm a
lot tougher than he is our relationship really began to take off. I did have
to beat him a few more times in wrestling and even knock him out in boxing
once for that to sink in though (boys, they can be so slow sometimes can't
they?). Anyway, we've both been accepted to State on athletic scholarships so
I can safely say that Brad and I will be wrestling together for many years to
come...many, many years if you catch my drift (wink).