The pin

Jill pins him


  	All I knew was I couldnt lose, and could not, get pinned! Ive 
wrestled for Simms High for 3 years, this my Junior Year. Jill Nogrady 
was the Billmore High Wrestler, division champion at 136 lbs. I waited 
for our match with dread. I was 11-2 this season. She had a reputation as 
a tough fierce agressor who almost always got the pin, despite being a 16 
year old 5 7" 136 lb. blonde girl with green eyes and long legs. 
	She loosened up in the warm up circle, oblivious to the cameras 
and the crowd that swarmed in front. I hitched up my singlet and tried to 
strategize the match eying her as I waited our turn. She was lean and 
elegant girl, with an arrogant cool confidence.She was putting her curly 
blonde hair in a bun as her coach gave her advice. The match ahead of us 
was finishing, and the tension for our match was getting loud. I wanted 
to be anywhere else as the match ahead of us ended Kenny Sunover,  the 
kid ahead of me, was bridging valiantly as the ref tested the mat under 
his barred arms. The Billmore wrestler lazed over him, like a blanket as 
he hooked his prey. See-sawed under his his torso, Kenny grimaced as the 
ref slapped the mat, a dull resounding Thud.
 I was next...
	The roar hushed, the ref waved us out. I ran in to meet her face 
first. Jill met a round of applause in her snug high cut red singlet 
jittered with her coach as he whispered in her ear. She ran out of her 
corner, into the center of the mat looking anxious to wrestle. She was 
very pretty, like a cheerleader, and  looked irritated as the ref paired 
us off. She pranced at the line as  I crouched and waited for the 
whistle. The crowd got loud as she dropped her hand for a handshake, the 
ref braced it as I met her warm strangely delicate hand. Jill braced like 
cat on her haunches for the opening whistle, giving me a distainfull 
glare as she swayed left and right. The gym was hot and the crowd was 
standing!  A Hush as I faced her, crouched, open. Jill was lanky but 
carried a lot of muscle as she looked me over with a blank glare. I 
couldnt believe I was wrestling her.
	>TWWEET! The whistle was loud and raw! ...We hooked up. I got the 
advantage right away. I leaned into and over her, arms locked. Her slim 
arms tucked under mine. She looked almost weak as I easily pushed her to 
the apron. Her arms felt fragile tucked under mine and I thought  I had 
her trapped. Head to Head! I dropped down, pulling her, to get a 
takedown. She gave, backpedalling with me. I pulled her, dropping to one 
knee, I pushed her, looking to score a takedown. Jill stayed with me but 
dropped back, now I was on both knees and she was standing! Then She 
drove on me! I deflected her, but she shot under me and scissored my near 
leg! She knew she had me and hissed a "yes..." in my ear as she clamped 
her long legs around inside and tried to score for a takedown. I was just 
bulk muscle as I felt her expertly work my clamped leg. She hung on me, 
to get the drop, the takedown. I spun again and again, but she stayed 
behind me, I flailed at her shadow, unable to take control. She was 
fast! We tangoed on the mat like this, me spinning like a dog chasing its 
tail, as she rode my leg from beneath. She stayed with me as I wildly 
grabbed for her, when her opening finally came. I started to get angry, 
and flailing at her, I tried to take controll of the match. After all I 
had the Muscle!  I could never get pinned by a girl! She was like 
ballerina, I just wanted to get a grip on her and end the match.! I had 
only lost twice this year.
	It was 2:30 seconds into the match and the score was still tied 
0-0. Jill hung off me like a parasite, as I  tried to shake her off I 
felt her clinging tighter and tighter. She had me frustrated!I stopped 
for a quick second, lowering my tired arms! Its all Jill needs to score 
as she takes this oppurtunity to hook them and cinch my abs like a vice. 
Her chin is hooking my neck as panick sets in...A MISTAKE! I am now being 
spun by her, like a top! I try to throw her off but she bucks and broncs 
as I suddenly fold to the mat, I try to turn to avoid being pinned! 
Takedown, the Crowd screams, thinking they smell a pin, and I look up at 
the scoreboard with shock, I am losing 3-0. 
	"She isnt strong enough to turn me..." I thought. Jill was 
grunting in my ear, and driving into my side. She yelled at the ref. She 
hugged my Chest, and refused to give up my leg. I had the muscle what 
could she do? On my stomache she rode my back determined to turn me. I 
tried to rise ans she pulled my leg out! Down I went again! Offff! I was 
stunned! Scrambling to get up Jill Clamped my other leg in her arms. Big 
trouble! Driving into me, She went for a lift and I went along for the 
ride, thrown across the mat.This time I found myself on my back, Jill 
cinched me from the  left side the ref  on the right ! I was winded, 
arching bridging ! Glancing over  in time I feel her cincing me into a 
guillotine. Jill pulled my arm over as she lay at my side with my leg 
pretzeled by hers. Her hip put up a toll for my bridge, as flailing, I am 
desparate to avoid getting pinned. 
	Reviewing the video, I cannot believe it, in my blue singlet, all 
muscle,  Jill, in red, has me on my back, my one free leg kicking in the 
air! The crowd screams for her. The ref looks shocked too,  I squirm, as 
she hangs on me. Tucked under my defenses, she has me arching, her chin 
is in my shoulder.She gripes to the ref about my bridge as I grind on my 
head, red and panicking. I hardly feel her as She pinions my back to the 
mat. The Guillotine, i am her victim. As the ref ignores my pleas, he 
calls the pin. Jill in one ear, the ref in the other, as he slams the 
mat. All the papers have the Photo of me, in her cradle, bulging, 
bridging, arching as Jill calmly looks to the ref for the call.