Bobbi vs. Marie

Bobbi vs. Marie
Update: 18/03/1998 to misc4


	Many fans of both Annica and me have asked the question, Who would win if 
you two wrestled each other?  The answer is simple....depending on who you ask!  
Annica is sure that her size and weight advantage would wear me down.  On the 
other hand, I'm convinced that my speed and strength would make her quit!  Since 
we're such close girlfriends, we'll probably never wrestle.  However, I recently 
had a chance to fight a woman who is exactly the same size as Annica!  Want to 
guess how it turned out?  Read on!

	My friend Lois and I were at lunch.  She's a very successful attorney, a 
beautiful black woman whose office building is just a block or so away from 
mine.  We wrestle often after work.  There is nobody who gives me such trouble 
on the mat or such friendship after a fight.

	"Bobbi," she began in a deliciously catty tone, "did you hear what 
happened to Diana?"  My fans remember Diana well!  She is an "All American Girl 
Next Door" type, a beautiful 40 year old housewife who happens to be one of the 
very best wrestlers I have ever faced!

	"Tell me," I eagerly whispered as people passed the table.  Diana is one 
of those women who have it all...looks, money, a great husband and lots of 
wrestling talent.  I certainly wouldn't mind hearing that she had been taken 
down a peg.

	"Well," Lois began, "Diana's cute daughter, Kiki, has a boyfriend named 
Danny.  The boyfriend's mother is this incredibly pretty and really stacked 
blonde named Marie.  Anyway, they got to talking one night, and Diana's daughter 
blurts out how her mother is this really great amateur wrestler!  Marie laughed 
when she heard that!  She sees Diana as just this rich, pampered, country club 
type housewife.  Marie, on the other hand, came up the hard way.  She's real 
smart and highly educated and all, but she still has something of a rough edge 
to her personality, if you know what I mean."

	I nodded.  This was getting good!  Lois stopped talking when the young, 
good looking waiter brought us our lunch.  The waiter was flirting so 
outrageously with my very beautiful black girlfriend that I was convinced she 
was going to have stick her huge, beautiful diamond wedding ring in his eye to 
get him to stop.  Such behavior was nothing new, though.  More than one man has 
flipped over this perfectly stunning, very classy, black lady!  Finally he left 
and she continued the story.

	Marie and Diana talked the next day.  It turned out that Marie was real 
interested in wrestling, and so Diana agreed to send her some video tapes of 
real, competitive amateur female wrestling.  Apparently Marie simply loved it!  
She said it reminded her of all the times that she used into fights with other 
girls when she was growing up in Milwaukee.  She told Diana she never lost a 
fight.  I smiled.  Knowing Diana's pride and competitive nature, she had to take 
that as a challenge, right?  Lois smiled back.  She knew I liked where this was 
going!  Absolutely. "Did they have a match?"  I was dying for all the details!  
"Oh, they most certainly did, honey," Lois replied, "And can you guess which too 
perky, too perfect blonde housewife got the stuffings knocked out of her!"

	"Really?"  I was shocked; I knew all too well just how terrific Diana is 
as a wrestler.  Could a novice, even a five-foot-eight, one hundred and thirty 
five pound novice, have knocked her off?  Lois' smile could have lit up the Las 
Vegas Strip all by itself.  "Yeah!  From what I hear, it wasn't even close.  
They had
agreed to wrestle best three out of five falls, and Marie won all three very 
convincingly.  In the final fall, she even sat on Diana's face!"

	"Wow!  She must be good!"
     "Apparently," Lois agreed.  "And so, my dear Bobbi," she
said in a mock serious tone, "that leaves only one more question."
    I laughed.
     Lois had been reading my mind.  "You want to know if tiny little
five foot one, 101 pound me wants to wrestle this huge, tough female,
right?"
     "Not quite," Lois laughed, "I wanted to know when you want to
wrestle her!"
     She does know me well!   Just a few days and a few phone
calls later, my match with Marie was arranged.  Supposedly, Marie was
amazed that any woman as small as I am would want to wrestle her, but she
was not about to turn down the challenge!
     Every day after work I worked out in the gym and had a couple of good
sparring matches with Lois.  To my shock, Lois pinned me each time!
Although Lois is a couple of inches bigger than me, I am a better wrestler
than her.  Usually I can take Lois. I have to admit that I was a little
worried.
     That little worry was nothing.  I was a lot worried when Marie stepped
out on to the mat!  I had never wrestled any woman so tall and given up so
much weight at the same time!  The butterflies in my stomach had
butterflies in their stomachs!
     Lois had nicely agreed to be the referee.  The beautiful black woman
was wearing a skimpy floral print bikini which really set off her dark
skin.  Marie was wearing a black, strapless one piece swim suit.  The suit
wasn't particularly sexy, but with a body like hers, she did not need any
help from a bathing suit to look enticing.  She has startlingly green eyes
and shoulder length blonde hair about the color of Dolly Parton's. Her
breasts were almost as big as Dolly's, too.  I'd guess she's a 38-D.  Marie
was tan and very fit; obviously Marie spent a lot of time in the gym.  Her
tummy was flat and her long, pretty legs looked very powerful.
     As a clever little bit of intimidation, the stacked blonde walked out
to the middle of the mat wearing very high heels, at least three inch
spikes.  With those sexy shoes on and her hair swept up in a bun, Marie was
six foot tall!
     I was barefoot and had tied my hair up in a bun, too.  My long,
naturally blonde hair makes an inviting target for a trapped female looking
desperately for a way to escape.  I wore a sexy fire engine red bikini with
black piping.  Ask Annica's boyfriend sometime how it makes me look!  She
won't tell me exactly what he said when he saw me in it, but she did say
she had to slap him!
     Marie and I had never spoken to one another; Lois and Diana had taken
care of all the arrangements.  We agreed to fight it out in Diana's
spacious living room on thick wrestling mats her husband purchased for her.
Marie had consented to my favorite rules: submissions only, with the match
ending only when one of the wrestlers admitted she had had enough.  The
fight could go one fall or two dozen and it did not matter who was ahead on
falls.  The match would only end when one woman was so beaten, physically
and psychologically, that she admitted the other woman was her better.  It
is the best kind of match to win...and the hardest kind to lose.  No woman
ever wants to acknowledge another female has made her submit the match.
    I asked for those rules because I figured that Marie would be able to
pin me pretty easily, given her weight advantage.   Pins were to be to a
submission, meaning the girl underneath had to be forced to admit her
helplessness before she could be released.  She can fight the pin as long
as she'd like to; in one match I pinned an Oriental girl for almost
five minutes of wild bucking before she finally submitted to me.  I didn't
want to lose a half dozen falls to the big blonde by a quick one-two-three
count today!
     Lois, the referee, went over the rules with us and then Marie and I
went back to our corners.  I stretched a little more, trying to block out
of my mind Marie's height and weight advantage and the noisy cheers of the
crowd.  Marie had brought her son, Danny, and her good-looking boyfriend to
root for her.  Also sitting on the couches were Diana and her husband and
their daughter, Kiki, the girlfriend of Marie's son.  Every single one of
them were cheering for Marie, even Diana, because she really wanted to see
me get badly beaten.  Apparently, the proud woman figured that if Marie
could beat me, it would prove to one and all that Diana's humbling loss was
no fluke!
     The bell rang.  It was time!  Lois laughed softly when she looked at
me; she always teases me about how hard my huge nipples get when I start a
match!  It never fails!
     Marie had kicked off her high heels, but she still towered way over
me.  She dominated the first take down.  I had no idea yet how to counter
her seven inch height advantage.   She controlled me good, finally using a
really strong head lock to throw me over her hip and down into the mat.
Everybody cheered, especially Marie's son, Danny.  He was really into
watching his mother wrestle!
     I really didn't care too much about the cheers of the crowd, though.
I was more worried about trying to figure out a way to get out from under
the beautiful blonde in black before she could really use her body weight
on me.  Unfortunately for me, that was exactly her plan!  I struggled to
stay clear, but the tall, buxom  blonde was very, very strong.  She muscled
me around in various holds, always trying to keep her weight right on top
of me.  Marie was skillfully wearing me down!  Her strong arms continued to
hold me in some very painful positions.  Finally, with a strong,
intimidating move, she threw me down on to my back!  With a smile,
Marie prepared to straddle me.  I knew that if I couldn't find an escape
route pronto that I was going to get pinned flat right in front of the
cheering crowd.
     She moved her strong, sexy body this way and that, trying to get her
knees on my shoulders.  I bucked real hard just as she was about to set
them.  Marie went flying!  Unfortunately, her strong hands still had
control of my wrists.
     So I was still flat on my back as big Marie quickly spun her long body
around and laid right on top of me.  It was horrible!  Marie stretched my
arms straight above my head, fully extended.  Because of her tremendous
height advantage, Marie had no problem at all securing my legs in an
inescapable grapevine.  With her body weight right on me, I was helpless!
Marie knew that I'd have to submit to the pin in a minute, but she wanted
to rough me up and intimidate me some more.
     She leaned forward and put her tits right over my face.  Before I
could react, she lowered them right on my face!  I hated it!  I couldn't
breathe!  I was unable to move my legs or arms so I couldn't avoid the
smother!  Marie really let me have it good.  Her boobs are huge and my nose
was stuck right in her deep cleavage.  I could hear everybody cheering for
her, but I couldn't fight back in any way.  The first fall was over!  I was
humiliated and soundly beaten.
     I mumbled, "Okay, I give."
     Marie did not let go!  My voice was muffled by Marie's immense
cleavage.  (She claimed later that she couldn't hear me.)  I couldn't slap
my hand on the mat because Marie's strong grip had my hands pressed deep
into the mat.
     "Okay, okay, I'm pinned.  Let me go," I groaned.  I was miserable and
embarrassed.  Marie's only response was to wiggle her huge, intimidating
chest over my face.  There was no way to turn my head to get some oxygen.
I thought I was going to pass out! With tears welling up in in my eyes, I
used my last breath, to groan, "I give!"
     This time, at least, the referee, Lois, heard me submit.  She
immediately tapped Marie on the shoulder and said, "Okay, Marie, let her
go.  This one's yours."
     Marie slowly untied my legs.  My crotch and thighs ached.  Then she
released my throbbing hands, allowing me to relax my trembling arms.  Then
very, very slowly Marie lifted her massive breasts off of my face, sitting
back to put the full weight of her big behind right on my belly button. She
wiped her face and smiled down at me.  "Guess your reputation is bigger
than it should be, Bobbi.  You sure couldn't take it, could you?"
     I was burning
      from the pain of the crushing pin, the helplessness I had felt, and
from Marie's cocky attitude.  She had humbled me but good in the first
fall.
     But I was not about to give up the match and I sure as hell was not
going to let her intimidate me.
     "So it's going to be that kind of fight, is it?" I hissed as she
adjusted her bathing suit while still sitting on me.  "I'll teach you never
to use that little maneuver on me again!"
     "We'll see," she said flatly.
     The crowd was giving her a standing ovation when she returned to her
corner in front of the couch!  Nobody was cheering for me at all.  It was
extremely discouraging.  Marie's son, Danny, was leading the cheers,
yelling to his mom to finish me off.
     During the one minute rest break I tried to regain my composure.  I
was determined to pay Marie back for roughing me up and then trying to
humiliate me in such an unpleasant and unfair manner.  I forced myself to
concentrate!  I had to come up with a way to control the take down against
the much taller female, who was standing impatiently in the opposite
corner.  Marie looked smug as everyone shouted encouragement.
     The second fall had begun! In my corner I had decided on a risky first
move.  Instead of starting out slowly and carefully, I ran out of my corner
and jumped up right at Marie!  The tall blonde was totally stunned, to say
the least.  I quickly wrapped my legs around her stomach and my arms around
her head.  While she battled against my power, I yanked Marie's head hard
while pulling to my left.  My plan worked perfectly!  We went crashing to
the mat while I held her tight!
     Startled, Marie just howled in pain when we banged into the mats!  I
now held her in a tight head lock and a perfect body scissors.  I knew the
tall blonde would have to submit to me in a minute, but first I wanted to
pay Marie back for using her big, beautiful breasts to smother me in the
first fall.
     So I eased up just a little on the scissors while at the same time I
doubled the pressure on the head lock.  Marie groaned and quickly moved her
hands up to try and free her trapped head.  Great!  That was exactly the
move I had counted on her to try!
     As soon as she did, I wriggled my cute little bottom, carefully
adjusting my position so that I could clamp my strong thighs right over her
heaving bosoms!
     "I told you I'd make you pay!" I hissed while tightening the scissors
on her tits.
     Again Marie cried out in pain.  Desperate to ease the crushing
pressure on her big breasts, she put her hands on my thighs, trying to push
me away.  No way!  No woman has ever broken my scissors that way!  I arched
my back and poured more pressure into my strong thighs.  She cried out
again and tried to pry my ankles apart.  Not a chance!  The buxom blonde
was trapped and she was hurting bad.
     "Come on, mom! Come on!" Danny yelled.  Everyone else except for Diana
were likewise cheering for Marie to break free. Diana was quiet.  She had
been caught in my scissors.  She knew Marie was finished!  While she fought
back tears, I shook my legs hard to further intimidate Marie.  She was in
absolute agony with her breasts crushed between my thighs.
     Many guys have asked me what it feels like to be crushed in a scissors
right over the boobs.  Lois uses it on me sometimes.  Let me tell you, it
hurts like hell!  It hurts way down deep inside a woman.  The move is
legal, but not as potent as a scissors on the belly or over the head , but
it can be very intimidating, especially if the victim is well endowed, if
you get my point!).
     After eleven seconds of misery, Marie slapped the mat.  She submitted!
I considered ignoring her submission, just as she had done to me earlier.
But I felt that I had made my point.  Now Marie knew that I could dish it
out as well as she could.  And if she wanted it to be a rough, wild match,
I would trade her move for move.  She surely did not want any part of that!
     I released her and stared down at her while she lay on her back and
adjusted her suit.  The tall, buxom woman was bruised, hot, and sore.  My
look told her all she'd have to know...she understood that I could hurt
her! It was one fall each.  Of course the fall count does not matter in a
submission of the match fight, but I still don't like being behind.  More
important, it was the first time that Marie had ever been forced to submit
to another girl.  That felt great!
     The third fall bell rang out.  Marie started cautiously, holding
her strong hands up high to protect her vulnerable chest from the same move
I used to start the previous fall.  As soon as I saw her do that, my next
move was automatic.  I dove for her long, long legs!  I took the tall
blonde down fast and hard!  Again, Marie howled when she crashed into the
mat.  She apparently was not used to being on the receiving end of pain!
     Now I was on the offensive!  As long as we were rolling around on the
mat and I was on top of her, Marie's advantages in height and weight didn't
mean a thing!  I stayed on top of the tall beauty as best I could, but
magnificent Marie was very strong.  She almost knocked me off a couple of
times, but I managed to stay in control most of the time.
     We were down on the mat in the type of hot, sweaty, body-to-body
wrestling that I love.  Now it was a test of strength against strength,
will power against will power.    It seemed to me that Marie was now
fighting somewhat defensively, trying to protect herself from getting
snared in another "booby trap" scissors.
     I began to work Marie down into a position where I could straddle her,
but she blocked me by rolling over on to her tummy.  She held her arms
tight to her sides, a good move to prevent me from turning her over and
hooking her in a scissors.  In that position, if did get her in a scissors,
she would have her arms under my legs, a good location in which to break
free.  It also prevented me from getting Marie in a full nelson.
     Marie was tired and scared.  Her defensive position left her
vulnerable for another, more painful hold.   I sat down hard on Marie's
back, the air exploding from deep inside of her with a loud whoosh.
Without hesitating a second, I slipped my hands under her head and locked
them tightly under her chin.  Then I started pulling back.  I had her!
Marie was caught in a perfect neck stretch/back breaker!
     Marie kicked her legs furiously, but I locked my feet under her thighs
to prevent her from lifting up.  I pulled back harder and harder on her
chin, pulling harder than I ever used before.  The struggling woman
underneath me battled furiously to get her head back down, but I simply
overpowered her.
     Poor Marie!  Her blonde hair bun was smack between my breasts, her
hair tickling my tits!  She waved her right hand furiously under Lois'
nose, submitting the fall.
     I had won!  I released the gasping girl and stood up over her, looking
down.  There was no cheering from the shocked crowd at all.  Marie covered
up her big boobs, both of which had been exposed during her ferocious fight
for freedom.  The beaten blonde looked up at me.  I couldn't read her look.
I put my hands on my hips and asked quietly if she wanted to submit the
match.  She didn't answer.  Instead she pulled herself up to her full
height, towering over me.  She still didn't answer, just walked away to her
corner, breathing hard and rubbing her neck.  Apparently Marie still had
some fight left in her.
     The fourth fall started out badly for me.  Marie got me in a good head
lock and powered me down to the mat.  She crunched her elbow into my chest,
released the head lock, and tried to pin me.  I knew I couldn't afford to
let her control my wrists again!  If she got them, I would only end up
being pinned again.  The crowd, especially Danny, started cheering again.
     I was in trouble!   I kept my hands free.  And then Marie tried to
kneel on my shoulders without controlling my hands.  I spread my legs wide
and planted my feet deep in the mat.  All the working out I did really paid
off then.  I bucked hard, and the tremendous strength in my legs knocked
the much bigger woman clear off of me.
     She landed with a thud right in the middle of the mat.  I leapt right
on top of Marie faster than she could ever have imagined.  I had been
underneath her just a moment before, ferociously struggling to keep from
submitting the fall.  Now I was in complete control of Marie, forcing her
down on to her back.  The big blonde fought like a wild woman to avoid
being pinned, but I knew I had her.   She put her hands up to try and block
me from getting into position to ride her down.  I grabbed her hands and
muscled her arms down to the mat.
     Marie looked like she was shocked that tiny little me could overpower
her!  My muscles were beating hers.    My hands held Marie's flat to the
mat next to her ears. I bounced my butt on her boobs to squash some of the
fight out of her.  Then I moved my knees up and planted them firmly on her
upper arms.  Marie winced in pain. She used her unbelievably long legs to
try and buck me off.  I rode her down, using lots of pressure and strength.
No doubt about it, I was trying to intimidate Marie.  Judging by the
miserable look clouding her pretty green eyes, it was working.
     Marie knew she was going to lose!  I rode her hard.  Her struggles
became weaker and weaker as she realized that a much, much smaller and
lighter woman had defeated her. Marie's pride was crushed.
     I knew I had won, but Marie still had to say the words.  They came out
in a strained voice.  She was choking back tears of complete humiliation.
"I submit.  Let me up."
     I jumped up and ran to my corner.  The crowd was stunned, silent,
staring at the beaten blonde still flattened on the mat.  She weakly raised
an arm up for Lois to grab.  The pretty black referee helped the stunned
Marie up to her feet.
     As they stood in the middle of the mat, Marie whispered, "What do I do
now?"
     In her cockiness, it had never occurred to her that she might lose the
match to me.
     "You have to raise Bobbi's hand," Lois replied.
     It was a long, long walk for the blonde with the incredibly long legs.
She raised my hand, admitting that she had submitted the entire match.  It
was an odd sight, the much taller woman raising the hand of a little female
who barely came up to her heaving breasts.
     "You win, Bobbi," she choked.
     My victory was complete!  Marie showered first and had already changed
when I got out of the shower.  As I stood naked in front of the full length
mirror in Diana's bedroom, I could hear Marie arguing with Danny in the
other room.  I couldn't make out all the words, but I heard my name
mentioned.
     My curiosity got the better of me.  With my hair up in a towel, I
slipped a robe over my naked body and went through the connecting door to
the spare bedroom.  Marie was seated on the bed.  She looked fabulous in a
tight blue mini dress, her stunning legs looking sexy in black nylons.
Danny was standing in front of her, obviously upset.
     "Yeah, yeah," he said, as their conversation continued, "I understand
all that, but I just don't believe it!  Bobbi is so little!  You should
never have submitted to her!"
     "Really," Marie countered in a voice dripping with irritation.  "Do
you think you could resist her scissors?"
     "Of course!  She's really pretty, but no little blonde like her could
make me quit!"
     My mouth kicked into gear before my brain had started up.  "If you are
so sure, buddy, why don"t you find out for yourself!  Take me on in a
match!"
     Danny's jaw dropped so far that I thought he'd trip on his tongue.
"You...you...got...a...deal..." he stammered.
     As I walked out of the room I said to Marie over my shoulder "Set it
up!"