Doubting Thomas - A Sonia Fernandes Adventure
By: Sonia (Soniafight@aol.com)
Sonia shows Tom what she can do.


Warning:  If you're under 18 you shouldn't be reading this.  Go out and 
play or something and then come back and wrestle me when you ARE 18! 

Being  a woman wrestler I of course get a lot of people, men mostly, who 
doubt I can really do the things I say I can.  Every once in a while one 
of them gets me upset enough to really show them how wrong they are.  
Tom was like that. 

Tom had scheduled a match during my last trip to the States.  He was 
decent sized and in fair shape, but he didn't indicate he had any real 
wrestling background and he didn't look noticeably strong or agile and 
that made his statements all the more perplexing. 

"What was that?" I had to ask him amazed at what I had just heard. 

"Well, you look fantastic," he stumbled.  "And I am going to enjoy the 
chance to wrestle with someone as pretty and strong looking as you.  But 
I am quite a bit bigger than you and I want a competitive match.  So to 
give you a chance to take me down I want you to use punches and kicks 
and even hits to my balls while I will just wrestle." 

Another one of THOSE guys, I thought.  He was about 35 pounds bigger 
than me, but like I said he didn't seem to present any real threat to me 
so I pretended to go along with his conditions and decided to give him a 
nice, wrestling lesson.  Nothing mean, just give him a good drubbing to 
remember me by. (To give me a chance?  Please!!)   He wasn't being nasty 
to me at all, he just honestly didn't believe I could beat him without 
that head start of being able to hit him in the balls!  I felt like 
telling him to take a good look at me and my strong body and realize 
I've wrestled for a living for a while now and know every hold in the 
book and then some.  But I held my tongue and decided to show him that 
in the course of the match. 

"Thanks, Tom," I told him with my best charming smile that I am told is 
dazzling.  "I'll try not to disappoint you," I added as I licked my lips 
in anticipation of what I was going to do to him. 

"OK," he said, apparently pleased with himself now.  "And how about 
this.  Just to give you incentive to give me the competitive match I 
want, how about I give you an extra $20 for each time you pin me or make 
me give up.  And you give me $10 for each time I get you instead." 

Now he was starting to get me mad.  "You sure you want to do that?" I 
asked. 

"Well, if you don't feel up to it," he baited me with a smile.  "But how 
about it, give me a chance to win my money back for the match?" 

"Okay, Tom" I said my hands clenching into fists as I fought to control 
myself.  "I hope you brought lots of cash with you.  Let's go." 

Tom stood apart from me and I gave him one more look.  About 6 foot and 
190 pounds.  He looked in decent shape, but then shape was my business.  
At 5'8" I was currently 155 rock solid pounds.  I am no bodybuilder but 
my muscles are very evident and much stronger than they even look.  And 
they LOOK strong.  I get a lot of comments on my dark skin and hair and 
am told I am very exotic looking.  Well, I may look good, but I am a 
terror on the wrestling mat and Tom was about to find that out. 

We got ready and came at each other for the first time.  I didn't try 
anything fancy, since I was sure I was a hell of a lot faster than him, 
and just locked up with him.  He was pretty strong but not in my league 
and I was able to get my arms on top and push him around a bit.  He 
stepped back and pushed back at me but kept going backward and I smiled 
up at him as I pushed.  He looked surprised by this and I thought "Oh, 
the surprises are just starting" as I stepped in extremely quickly, put 
my foot behind his and threw him hard to the mat on his back. 

As he looked up at me a little dazed I jumped on top of him, landing my 
knees on his chest.  The whoof of air out of his lungs was very 
satisfying as I sat on his chest in a nice school boy pin.  I put my 
knees on either side of his head and trapped his arms under them.  I 
pushed down hard with all my weight on his upper chest and squeezed in 
on his head.  He made a delightful gurgling of pain and thrashed at me 
unable to get his legs up enough to dislodge me. I laughed and whooped 
as I rode out his struggles as he kicked and arched his back.  I could 
feel him stop struggling and I knew he was about to give up.  "It was 
nice of you to let me get this hold on you, Thomas," I teased.  "But you 
can start anytime, I want to EARN my money."  It had the desired effect 
and he kicked and wriggled some more while I smiled and laughed as he 
wasn't even close to getting me moved.  Finally he gave up and I decided 
to let him up. 

"Looks like I got $20," I said with a big smile.  "but don't take it 
easy on me Thomas.  Show me what a big guy like you can do!" 

Tom just grunted.  "Don't call me Thomas," he said in a low voice as he 
got ready for the next try. 

Over the next few minutes I won two more falls giving me a lead of 3-0.  
He fought hard and showed some good strength but he just didn't have the 
technique to follow up on his moves to put me in any real trouble.  So, 
we wrestled for a while until I was able to maneuver him into a position 
he couldn't get out of and then forced him to give.  The second 
submission was a nice cross body pin that I kind of half smothered his 
face with my side and chest as he fought and struggled but couldn't get 
away and he finally gave up.  The third one was a cradle hold where I 
got his legs up over his head and pinned him while he kicked and 
screamed his submission.  It sounded so nice I held him a few seconds 
longer until he yelled again.  I teased and pulled at some of the hair 
on his chest with my fingers and made him give up again before finally 
letting him up. 

"You are going to start trying and not keep giving me all this money, 
Thomas?" I teased as we rested for a moment after that last submission.  
He looked mad, but I could see the doubt creeping into his eyes too.  He 
was learning that he wasn't even close to being a match for me. 

He just nodded and told me "You're very good but I'm going to get you."  
But his eyes didn't match the words and he looked a little scared and 
awed.  Just the way I wanted him. 

"Thanks, Thomas" I told him.  "I know I'm good, and I intend to show you 
just how good I am.  You're going to have to work hard to get me!" 

In the next fall I made a mistake and allowed him to get on top of me 
while I was on my back.  He then got my arms trapped behind my back and 
he lifted them hard.  I tried to move and counter the hold but his 
weight was too well situated and the hold was painful and I had to give 
up.  "Damn" I muttered.  I didn't want to let him win even one.  It was 
3-1 now because I had let up a little and allowed him a good chance.  
And to his credit he had taken advantage of it. 

Tom appeared pleased but didn't say too much about his win.  I think he 
knew he was in for a rough time and wanted to conserve his energy to try 
and get some more wins.  I resolved not to let this happen and to start 
really going at him now. 

It was 6-1 before he really knew what hit him.  I charged at him each 
fall and took him down fast and hard and put a hold on him he had no 
chance of getting out of and made him give up.  I didn't usually do this 
in my matches this forcefully but I wanted to show "Thomas" what I could 
do.  Normally I wrestle around for a while and let the guy have some fun 
before I whip him.  But I came full force at Tom.  For example, at 4-1 
he came out and swiped at me, I ducked under his arm, butted him hard in 
the chest with my shoulder, lifted him up slightly and dumped him hard 
on the mat with me falling on top.  He groaned loud and I could hear he 
was winded and couldn't draw a breath as I pinned him and he quickly 
gave up.  The whole thing barely lasted two minutes.  The other attempts 
were almost as quick. 

He was starting to waver as he stood now and was showing signs of the 
beating I was giving him.  "Come on Thomas," I teased unable to resist.  
"This is starting to get too easy.  Make me earn it at least."  I teased 
him as I smiled and flexed some for him as I gave him a minute to 
recuperate before the next fall. 

Like a good boy he responded to my teases and charged at me hard in the 
next fall.  I moved aside and let him pass, fell to my side and swiped 
my legs at him as he passed.  His legs went out from under him and 
landed with a crash and a muffled scream.  Laughing, I hoped he hadn't 
hit his head too hard on that fall, I wrapped my legs around his 
midsection and squeezed.  Time to unleash the heavy artillery I thought 
as I squeezed him. 

There is nothing like that feeling of a man struggling in your legs when 
he has absolutely no chance of getting away.  At the start of the match 
Tom would have had a fighting chance to get out, but now, he may as well 
have been trapped in a car crusher (well, that's kind of the same thing 
actually isn't it?).  I didn't squeeze full force all at once.  I wanted 
to watch him struggle for a while.  I turned him on his side and trapped 
one arm under him and grabbed the other with my arms and leaned back to 
stretch him out.  He tightened and tried to get away, without success of 
course. 

Unable to use his hands he just kind of moved and thrashed.  It felt 
good so I held him and slowly increased the pressure.  He stopped moving 
and I think he was about to give.  Not that I was hurting him but he 
could tell he couldn't get away.  I decided to goad him into some more 
action.  "Come on Thomas," I cooed at him.  "Show me what a big, strong 
man like you can do."  I kept at it for a minute or two and like a good 
boy he started moaning and thrashing some more.  Men are so easy to get 
going.  But he was still completely helpless in my strong legs.  Umm, 
and it felt so good to have a big guy like this held that way.  I could 
do anything I wanted to him now.  I was hardly squeezing and he was 
already helpless. 

I slowly increased the pressure and was surprised to see he could take a 
good portion of my full strength before he screamed.  But when I relaxed 
for a second and then gave it everything I had, it wasn't 5 seconds 
before he sobbed and screamed for release.  I giggled and let him go and 
let him rest for a while. 

"I'm sorry Thomas," I told him truthfully.  "I shouldn't have done that.  
I just figured that I'm just a weak little woman and couldn't hurt a big 
guy like you.  Let's see that's 7-1 in my favor now?  Well, at least you 
got that one!" I told him glibly. 

He just glared at me and tried to get ready for the next attempt.  I 
started to feel bad for him now.  I usually wanted my opponents to have 
fun and Tom was definitely not having fun, but he had started it with 
his idiotic comments and I was enjoying showing him what a jerk he had 
been, so I kept going.  If he wanted competitive, well I was going to 
show him what a strong, trained woman can do.  But he was tiring badly 
and it was doubtful he could have made me give if I just sat there and 
let him try now, so I decided to try and end this in the next few falls. 

I made it 8-1 by simply taking him as we locked up and forcing his head 
down and into my legs.  I fell to the side and squeezed his head for all 
I was worth.  I didn't even bother with his hands now and let him paw 
and push at my legs as I squeezed.  He lasted a few minutes before 
giving up, and his head was this delightful shade of purple when I let 
him up.  I, of course, pointed this out to him with great glee. 

I let him push at me a while in the next fall and I slowly pushed him 
backwards showing him how much stronger I was than him now that we had 
progressed this far into the match.  He groaned and strained and the 
sweat came off him (I was sweating quite heavily myself from all the 
exertions) and he turned such a fun shade of red that I couldn't resist 
teasing some more and calling him Thomas, or did he prefer Tommy?  This 
made him grunt and strain and get even redder and I almost fell over 
from laughing.  He looked so cute. 

I slowly pushed him down and getting on top I locked his legs with mine.  
Spreading the grapevine hold wide I made him tense up as I pressed my 
chest into his face.  This is one of my favorite holds.  It feels so 
good to control a man's body this way, spread his legs with mine and 
press my chest into him.  It's very debilitating and being extremely 
well blessed in that area my chest reinforces that it is a sexy woman 
that is doing this to him.  I don't think he had any doubts as I could 
feel he was a little excited as I pressed into him.  My chest completely 
covered his face and he must have had trouble drawing in air.  I put my 
hands behind his head and really pressed into him with all I had.  He 
alternately pulled at me with his hands and pounded me in the back but 
again he wasn't even close to getting away.  I would occasionally lean 
back and allow him some air and then put him back in the hold.  Finally 
he waved his arms in surrender and I leaned back and heard him suck in 
air.  "Do you want to say something?" I asked with a smirk on my face. 

"Please, I give," he pleaded. 

He looked so cute and helpless I gave him a hand to his feet and let him 
get a drink and have a nice long rest before we continued.  "You better 
pace yourself.  We have a long way to go yet, Thomas," I told him.  "I 
haven't even started punching or kicking you in the balls, yet," I told 
him and he turned a bit green and I smiled. 

I again squeezed him in a body scissors while I held his arms in a full 
nelson in the next try and he moaned and gave up over and over in a 
loud, high pitched voice.  I think he was scared now.  Well, he had a 
right to, he had got my dander up and I was ready to really show him 
what I could do. 

"Okay, you've proven your point," he said breathing hard.  "You're much 
better than I am.  I can't hope to contend with you.  You're too much!" 

I smiled and walked over to him.  "Thanks Tom,"  I patted him 
affectionately on the shoulder.  "Sorry I went at you so hard, but you 
kind of deserved it."  He nodded agreement and I smiled at him.  A 
beaten and whipped man is such a thrill but I felt a bit bad and wanted 
him to have some fun as well.   "We still have some time left and can 
continue if you want.  I won't hurt you and just wrestle around for a 
while." 

Tom was looking down at the ground with a slight smile, muttering to 
himself.  "Now, she's going to take it easy on me.  Unbelievable." 

"Aww, don't take it so hard big guy," I smiled at him.  "You did pretty 
well for a while, but I've been doing this a long time.  And frankly, 
you never had a chance."  We talked for a while and he apologized again 
for how he had acted at the start and after he was ready we tried again. 

I let him struggle for a while and I even let him on top for a bit.  But 
then I reminded him of how this match had gone and I tossed him off and 
reversed our positions.  I again put him in the grapevine and smothered 
him with my ample chest.  He kicked and pulled and squeezed and rolled 
but I kept him in the hold until he slapped me on the back that he gave 
up.  I still teased and taunted him but it was more good-natured and fun 
now.  He even tried to tease some back and we laughed a few times as we 
competed. 

As I sat up and he took in air I heard him mutter, "I can die a happy 
man."  I laughed and helped him to his feet.  My chest gets that 
reaction a lot. 

Twice more I got him between my legs and squeezed him hard.  I let him 
pound on my legs with his hands and try to move my legs apart.  Once he 
did get to his knees and manage to pop his head out of my legs.  He 
jumped at me but I held him off with my arms and moved him back into 
position.  "Good move," I told him with glee as I again pushed him 
between my legs and squeezed.  "Too bad you aren't strong enough to take 
advantage of it," I teased.  After a few minutes of letting him struggle 
I poured on everything I had and he held out gamely for a moment but 
then he screamed for release in a strangled voice.  I momentarily 
considered putting him unconscious but decided to let him up for one 
last fall. 

"It's 12-1 and time is running out," I told him.  "Lets try one more." 

He nodded agreement and charged at me.  I admired his spunk and let him 
take me down to the mat.  But as he started to roll me over I whirled 
into action and clamped on his body with my legs and leaned back.  He 
pounded and pulled at my legs as he felt the steely muscles in them. 

"Uhhh," he groaned.  "Please, I give Sonia.  PLEASE!!"" 

I giggled and tittered.  "Who's the better wrestler?" I asked him. 

"You're the best, Sonia," he wailed.  "Way better than I can ever hope 
to be!  OH GOD, PLEASE LET GO!!"  He leaned over my legs and just lied 
there. 

I squeezed once more and then let him go.  Tom lay there recuperating 
for a while and I talked nicely to him and told him how much I had 
enjoyed this.  With a final score of 13-1 he owed me another $250 by my 
count. 

He was glad to pay and told me what a dream come true this was and how 
amazing I was.  We went out for a drink and he was nice and respectful.  
But maybe I had done too much, he was a bit overawed with me now.  He 
just kept telling me over and over how fantastic I was and how strong 
and tough I was and how beautiful I was and what an amazing wrestler I 
was.  He is right of course (hee hee) but it got a bit tiresome being 
complimented like that after a while and I made my leave. 

As I left he begged me to let him know when I would be back in the 
states so he could try again.  "Not that I'll ever be able to beat 
someone as amazing as you," he started, "but I'll get better and give it 
another try," he promised.  I told him I'd let him know as I walked 
away.  He thanked me over and over and told me how awesome I was.  Quite 
a change from how he was at the beginning of the night.  I guess I 
showed that Doubting Thomas. 

(Sonia Fernandes is every bit the amazing and strong wrestler this 
experience shows.  And she is as delightful, friendly and sweet as she 
is tough, strong, and skilled in the ring.  Don't let her beauty fool 
you, this is one tough lady.  Be respectful and have a fun, hard match 
and she will give you the time of your life and an experience you will 
never forget.  Be disrespectful and doubting and she will still give you 
an experience you will never forget, but you may not enjoy it as much!) 

The End