On the mat A male meets a female bodybuilder on the mat Update: 07/03/1998 to misc3 The health club that I attend has all of the usual Nautilus type equipment, a sauna, a whirlpool, a weight room, running track and just about anything a fitness fanatic could ask for; one thing it did have that most other clubs don't have, however, was a mat room that could be used for wrestling. On the particular day that I'm about to tell you about, my physical trainer agreed to show me, an average female health nut, some of the rudiments of wrestling.. Now it usually thought that a female bodybuilder, like my physical trainer, is strong and has the muscles, but is too muscle bound or uninterested to be a good wrestler. I for one, to tell the truth, also held this opinion, but since I thought it would be just some simple basics I was sure she could show me a thing or two. We entered the mat room and found a man obviously practicing bodybuilder poses. He was attired in his posing briefs; he appeared to be about 24 years old, 5'10" tall, 190lbs he had a beautiful physique, blonde hair, blue eyes, and well tanned. I must admit, though it has nothing more to do with this story, that I was very impressed with him and had a slight flutter. Carol moved into the room and immediately approached the jock. "Hi", she said, "doing a little posing practice?" "Hi, yourself", he responded with a nice smile. "Figured I get in some practice with the mirrors while I could get the room". "Sounds OK to me", Carol said. "You'll be finished in few minutes so I hope you don't mind us staying until you leave." A puzzled look came across his face. "I don't understand what you mean by being finished in a minute - I just started." "Well again I offer apologies, but we're scheduled for the room right now." "And I apologize in turn because you must be mistaken. I logged in this morning and nobody was listed for this time slot." For a few minutes there was an embarrassing pause, then the jock broke the silence and said, "My name is Brad. What were you two planning to do in here?" Carol moved across the mat, extended her hand, and replied, "Good to meet you Brad. My name is Carol and my trainee's name is Kate. To break up our usual routine I was going to show Kate some simple wrestling moves and holds." "Oh" responded Brad, with some surprise on his face, "you're into wrestling, too. It's obvious from your muscular physique that you're a bodybuilder - but a wrestler too?" A smile that showed Carol was pleased with Brad's astonishment broke out on her face. "I know that it is unusual for a bodybuilder to be into wrestling at the same time because the two sports can incompatible due to the different things each does to the body, but I'm lucky in being able to correlate the two and pretty good at that." For a moment Brad stood thinking. Then he said, "Listen. I don't know how you may take this, but I believe that you told me you were going to show Kate some wrestling moves and holds, right? Well, before I got into body building seriously I was a high school wrestler. What do you say to us putting on a demo or match for Kate? It would serve as a compromise, give you what you were after and let me find out rusty I am and at the same time have some fun. What do you say?" Carol looked at me. Then she said to Brad, "I'll have to ask Kate. It is her time for workout and I don't know if it will satisfy her - just watching and not anticipating, Carol looked back at me again and I nodded that it was OK with me. "Looks like you've got a deal", Carol said. "What shall we do? Demonstrate moves and holds? Or do you think a match would be more helpful?" Much to my surprise I spoke up and told them that a match would suit me just fine. Secretly, I admitted to myself, I wanted to see how Carol fared against a muscular male, and at the same time enjoy watching the blonde, blue-eyed Adonis in action. "Well, Brad, you've got yourself a match. What rules? You want a pin or a submission? Are any holds off-limits?" "Let's show Kate a real competitive match. I have no problem with a no-holds-barred to a submission match. OK with you?" Carol nodded agreement and moved to one corner of the mat. She was attired in a Health Club T-shirt that did nothing to hide the fact that she had no bra on. She had a tight, ass hugging pair of lycra briefs. She toweled herself off and turned to face Brad who had taken a stance on the opposing corner of the mat. "Ready", said Carol. "Ready", Brad replied. They moved toward each other like well trained wrestlers. Both used the Oklahoma style stance - both legs in a slight crouch, one foot about 8" in front of the other - arms out ready to grapple. They came together suddenly and Carol caught Brad in a good headlock that was instantly parleyed into a hip throw that sent Brad to the mat with a thud, still locked in Carol's headlock. But Carol did not enjoy her advantage for more than a few seconds as Brad's legs flew up, his arms forced Carol's head toward them, and then when close enough snapped themselves around Carol's head in a beautiful scissors. Carol was flipped over onto her stomach, but she wasted no time in twisting herself around so that her body faced the mat. Then, with a swift and brute yank she wrenched her head free. Both quickly got to their feet and started to circle each other again. They approached each other now, I thought, with more mutual respect. Carol went for another headlock, but Brad stepped back and avoided the swipe. The attempt at the headlock, however, had thrown Carol off balance, and although this was only slight, it made an opening that a skilled wrestler could use, and Brad took advantage of it instantly. He came in low, wrapped an arm around Carol's waist, thrust his outside foot behind Carol's heel, and brought her to the mat in a classic takedown. Brad now had top position with a variety of different moves that he could make, but Carol was too well trained to allow herself to be held on her back. No sooner did Brad try to get Carol in a good hold and consolidate it, than Carol went into a neck bulging bridge that threw Brad off. Carol struck quickly trying to trap Brad's head between her thighs, but before she could snap her ankles together and put on pressure, Brad twisted his head free. Once again both got to their feet and circled. Before I go any further in telling you how the match between Carol and Brad came out, let me explain one thing. I'm sure some readers are asking the question of how I can know so much about wrestling and holds if I went originally to the mat room so that Carol could show me the rudiments. The answer is very simple: after I had watched Carol and Brad I spent many hours watching and then practicing wrestling myself. So by the time I am relating this story I have become a fair wrestler. Now back to the story. For the next ten minutes Carol and Brad exchanged holds & escaped. There was a succession of muscle bulging holds, such as guillotines, hammer locks, various cradles, full nelsons, nelson and scissors combinations, leg splits, surfboards, and many more too complicated to note here. Then Brad caught Carol in a front bearhug. She definitely seemed surprised. The hold was applied well: high up on her midsection, just below her rib cage. This is a hold that is very hard to break and very devastating. Brad's biceps bulged as he inexorably tightened his around the waist vise. Carol's back was forced to bend backwards. She tried to wrap her thighs around Brad's upper thighs to relieve some of the pressure, but it didn't seem to help her. Once again I must admit to my readers that I was doubly turned on watching the match: first, because I envied Carol her ability to match holds and muscles with a male and secondly, I found Brad very desirable to look at with his great physique and gorgeous muscles. After what seemed to me to been eternity Carol put her hands against Brad's chin and stiff armed him. This contest of strength and endurance was titanic. In the end Brad's neck muscles gave out before Carol's muscular back. He released the hold and Carol broke free, almost stumbling on the mat as she did so. They both now looked tired. Brad came in with an attempt at takedown only to be met with one of Carol's famous headlocks. Once again, just as had happened at the very beginning of the match, Carol used the headlock to flip Brad to the mat. They hit the mat together and I swear that the room shook. There was some scuffling around as each tried to take top position. Then, either by design or luck, Carol got on top of Brad's body and clamped him in a grapevine. It was with this hold that Carol had a slight edge in muscle power and position. When her legs had entwined with his, and her body flattened him out and trapped his arms, she completed the hold by pressing her breasts down over his face. Brad exerted every muscle in his body; all his muscles bulged; he struggled and strained; he arched up as far as he could, but nothing availed him. After 5 minutes of exertion that sapped all of his strength, he admitted defeat and slapped the mat. A postscript to this story is that I got wrestling lessons from Carol and have had many matches with Brad.