The Toughest Match I Ever Had
by Sharla Garcia (SharlaTx2@aol.com)
Sharla wins a tough, hard fought match with Matt.


Warning:  I'm told I need to put this at the start but I don't see 
anything here that can't be read by anyone.  There is less violence here 
than the evening news and my matches are rarely erotic will little 
allusions towards sex.  But if you're under 18 just don't read this.  
O.K.?  (How's that?) 


Start Note.  I suppose, if you want to get technical, my toughest match 
would be some contest where I got the snot kicked out of me the entire 
time and couldn't muster up a proper defense.  Those have happened to 
me, but I didn't think I wanted to dwell on those!  So maybe a more 
proper title for what follows may be the "Toughest Match I Ever Had and 
Won".  It was the closest I can ever remember to losing and still coming 
out on the plus side.  It's the only match in my recollection where I 
actually considered just giving in and saying I'd had enough and then 
gathering myself and finding it within me to keep going.  I'm glad I 
did.  And thanks for all you guys who encouraged me to remember it here. 
				Sharla 


Matt was coming over in a minute and I was busily moving the furniture 
in the den aside and getting everything ready.  I spread some coverings 
and blankets over the floor to cut down on some of the rug burns, but it 
never helped enough to eliminate them all together.  Like I usually am 
before a match I was excited and a little nervous.  Matt promised to 
really push me and I knew I'd have to be aggressive and strong to beat 
him. 

The doorbell rang and I went to the door.  Matt was there.  I shook his 
hand and quickly led him in.  I showed him around and where he could 
change if he wanted to but he said he was ready. He looked it.  Matt was 
about 5'11" or maybe 6 feet tall and weighed about 185 pounds with dirty 
blonde hair, and blue eyes.  Quite cute, but we hadn't had any real 
romantic inclinations between us at all.  By seeing him work out in the 
gym I knew he was strong and in good shape. I may not be able to 
overpower him and would have to really go to wear him out.  This was 
going to be fun! 

We talked for a while, both a little nervous and unsure how to start.  
We small talked for a while before we both decided it was time to go and 
we went to opposite corners of the room and stretched.  He took off his 
shirt and I admired his hard, decently muscled body.  I was in a one 
piece, black workout outfit that I liked to wrestle in because it showed 
off my body well but still stayed on all the crucial areas when I 
exerted real hard.  As I looked over at him I saw that my muscles were 
comparably sized to his even though I was about 4 inches shorter and 25 
pounds lighter than him.  I knew that he knew my capabilities in the gym 
so I wasn't going to take him by surprise in that regard.  I tied up my 
long, dark hair and tried to flex and move in a way to show him my size 
and see if I could intimidate him a little.  My muscles are big, but not 
defined like a competitive bodybuilder and my shape makes me look like 
the powerlifter I used to be.  It didn't work as he wasn't intimidated 
at all, but I think he appreciated the effort judging by his smile. 

We both watched each other as we stretched.  I had seen he was flexible 
and quick from training and sparring with him in karate.  It was during 
those sessions that we got to talking and became friends.  He always 
came at me hard in class, didn't pull his punches and didn't mind being 
hit by a girl which seemed to make him an ideal opponent.  Several times 
we had gone out for a quick drink after finishing the karate class we 
were both in.  I told him about my interest in a nice, hard wrestling 
match and we had been verbally sparring with each other in a fun, 
teasing manner for a while when we decided to give wrestling a try.  
Since we were friends we decided it wasn't necessary to have a referee 
or extra person around just in case.  We both trusted the other to just 
have a fun, clean match. 

As we finished stretching I saw him looking me over, in particular 
eyeing my rather large legs. I smiled and told him that he was right to 
be nervous about them.  If I got him good with those legs he was done 
for.  He just smiled and grunted back and told me he just wouldn't let 
me get him good with them then!  I was serious though, I figured my 
biggest advantage would be in knowing how to apply a good hold with my 
strong legs. 

We went over the ground rules.  No pins, each "fall" would go to a 
submission.  The first to 5 submissions would win the whole match.  
After each fall there would be a couple minute rest.  There was no hair 
pulling or punching or going for the eyes.  Blatant choke holds weren't 
allowed but we both agreed that strangle holds weren't dirty and could 
be used.  We shook hands and both wished the other good luck and for a 
fun match. 

Then we started. 

Matt circled to the left and quickly came at me.  His aggressiveness 
caught me a little off guard.  He had always seemed kind of the shy 
type, but not when wrestling I was finding.  He grabbed me by the side 
and lifted me up and threw me down to the mat, hard.  I landed with a 
whoof and struggled to keep my wits and whirled my legs in a sit out and 
quickly got some distance. 

Matt seemed to not expect me to move so quickly out of the throw and 
wasn't sure what to do next.  I used the time to recover from the throw 
and come back at him.  He met my advance and we locked arms in a classic 
lock-up.  We both pushed and tried to shove at the other.  I could see 
he was impressed with the way I held him off and even forced him 
backwards a few steps.  He decided to not be macho and try to match my 
force and instead stepped back quickly and I stumbled towards him.  He 
took that advantage to trip me and landed on me from behind.  A little 
stunned I fought to get back my equilibrium and got to my knees and 
threw my arms at him to knock him off balance.  He avoided my elbows and 
grabbed my left arm and twisted it high behind my back.  OUCH! 

His weight was well placed on my back and I couldn't move my legs much 
as he forced me back down to the floor with the arm lock.  I fought to 
get to my knees a few times but Matt slammed his body into me and 
knocked me back down each time.  I tried to struggle and move but it 
only made the pain in my back and arm worse.  After a few minutes of 
wild struggling I gave up.  Matt patted me on the shoulder and got up 
quickly.  "One for me," he said glibly and he walked around to stay 
loose. 

Matt was every bit as quick and strong and skilled as I had believed and 
I knew I was in for an even tougher match than I had thought.  I 
resolved to double my efforts for the next fall.  We started again and I 
quickly stepped in at Matt and tried to flip him over my hip.  He 
blocked it and we struggled with neither of us getting an advantage.  
Finally he pushed me away and we stood apart.  We both charged at the 
same time and we collided in the center of the room.  The force knocked 
us both over and now we rolled on the floor jockeying for position with 
our arms and legs.  We struggled and rolled for a long period before I 
got my arms and legs around him and pulled him in close and squeezed.  I 
heard a satisfying gurgle from Matt and squeezed harder. He pushed with 
his arms and legs and after a bit he managed to wedge a space between us 
and pushed me away forcefully. 

I tried to roll up quickly but he was quicker and he dived at my legs 
and tripped me down.  From underneath I got my legs around him and 
squeezed.  He grunted momentarily but he pushed with surprising strength 
and pushed my back into the floor hard.  He was able to position himself 
so my body was up where I couldn't seem to get any real leverage on him.  
Then, he put his hands in back of my legs and leaned forward, his weight 
on my thighs in a nice roll up pin.  I flexed and strained and tossed 
side to side but I wasn't able to unseat him.  With a huge effort, I 
managed to push and rock enough to get a little sideways.  But he 
changed positions and put me back in the pin again very quickly and 
after a few more minutes of struggle I gave up for the second time. 

Now down 2-0 I started to worry I was in trouble.  I was feeling a 
little winded and wondered if I had enough left to gain 5 submissions 
against this tough opponent.  I had even got my legs on him a couple of 
times and he had been able to fight through them very nicely.  I started 
to think about what moves I should try against him and wondered if they 
would work.  As we came together for the next fall Matt looked expectant 
and had a little smile on his face.  This gave me the energy to want to 
really go at him hard and let him know he was in for a fight. 

I charged in at him quickly and got my head under his one arm and my 
arms around his torso. Leaning back, I flexed my body for all it was 
worth and pulled down and threw Matt down onto his back.  He hit the 
floor with a loud thud.  I fell on top as he managed to roll onto his 
stomach.  I secured myself on top of him and used the same move he had 
earlier on me.  I grabbed his arm and held it high up on his back.  He 
grunted and thrashed but slowed down as he felt that only increase the 
pain.  He reached with his free hand but I avoided it and kept his legs 
and lower body still with mine.  After a few minutes he gave up and I 
gladly rolled off and collected my breath. 

That fall had gone pretty quickly and I began to feel a little better 
about my chances.  I'm not sure how much I had hurt him and I think he 
just gave in to conserve his energy and go for the next fall since he 
was still ahead.  But he nodded and told me what a good hold I had 
gotten on him as we got ready for the next fall.  I smiled and promised 
him it wasn't the last hold he would feel. 

The next fall lasted forever.   We wrestled and grappled and rolled back 
and forth for the longest time with neither able to get a winning 
advantage.  If I had his legs locked up he was able to trap my arms and 
hold me at a stalemate.  And vice versa.  We would try a hold, meet an 
impasse, and release it and try again.  We both started to sweat heavily 
and the deep breathing was loud off  the high ceilings of the room. 

After many minutes of this I was straddling Matt's body and trying to 
get him over.  My legs were on either side of his body and I was using 
my arms to try and roll him on his back with a half nelson.  Using a big 
effort, he grunted loudly and pushed sideways and I fell off to the 
side.  Standing up slightly, he leapt at me and landed on top of me with 
his elbow going into my side.  I cried out in pain as he quickly moved 
in behind me and put his hands under my chin and sat back lifting my 
head and neck up.  I cried out as the pain was excruciating and quickly 
gave up after pawing ineffectually at him with my hands. 

We rested for a few minutes after that long fall.  I twisted and tried 
to get the soreness out of my back. 

"I'm sorry, was I too rough with that hold?" Matt asked. 

"No," I answered simply.  "Good hold, Matt."  But inside I was starting 
to think I was done and that at least I had won a fall so I wouldn't be 
shut out.  He was breathing hard and sweating as I looked over at him 
but he appeared more than ready to continue.  I didn't feel as good.  I 
remember thinking "at least I made him struggle". 

I shook those thoughts out of my head and got up for the next fall.  I 
felt a little unsteady on my feet yet after the exertions of the last 
fall but I decided to give it all I had left.  But frankly I wasn't too 
convinced it was going to do much good.  We both came right at each 
other and I kicked out my foot in a sweep at him and pushed in with my 
arms.  To my surprise he flew backwards and landed hard on his back.  I 
dived on top but he managed to lift his legs up and push me aside. 

We both scrambled to our feet but I was a little quicker and ran up to 
him while he was still in a crouching position.  I got my arms around 
him and squeezed a headlock.  He strained and pushed and pounded me in 
the back a little as I leaned down and got him to the floor.  He seemed 
to lose concentration and forgot to watch my legs as I snaked them 
around him and pushed his head down hard and put it between my legs.  I 
crossed my ankles and flexed and squeezed my legs for all I was worth.  
He pawed at my legs and gasped as if surprised that he had gotten there.  
After just a moment or two he gave up.  Again, I don't think I had 
really hurt him too much and that he had just realized he was trapped 
and had given up to conserve energy for the rest of the match.  But it 
made me realize I still had the strength and that if I got him in the 
right holds I could beat this man.  That thought energized me as I got 
ready for the next fall. 

This time it was me with the little grin as I helped him up and he 
slapped my hand in congratulation of a good move as we got ready for the 
next attempt.  As it started I again came out real quick and charged 
Matt and tried to throw him as I had in the last fall.  He avoided or 
blocked my moves and instead got me off balance and down to the floor by 
hooking his arms under me and lifting up until I was on my tiptoes and 
then pushing me down to the floor.  As I went down I managed to grab a 
hold of him around the waist and we rolled around again for a long time 
with no one gaining an advantage. 

I tried to get my legs around him but he slapped my legs away and, off  
balance, I fell back on my back.  Moving his body quickly he got on top 
of me and applied a good cross body pin.  He spread his legs wide and 
pressed into me hard as his body lay on and over me.  I pushed and 
squirmed and despaired that I couldn't seem to move out of the hold.  He 
leaned over me even harder and I found it hard to draw in breath as his 
body smothered me and pressed into my chest and neck.  I leaned, pushed, 
kicked and almost screamed in effort but he held firm.  I circled my 
legs and tried to use them for leverage but he was too well situated and 
kept me pinned. 

Just as I was about to give up I managed to get my head and neck turned 
sideways where, still trapped, I could at least breathe.  (Looking back, 
I think if I had l given up then and gone behind 4-2 that I would never 
have won the match).  Gathering myself I rested for a minute and then 
put out a big effort to get away.  Aided by the sweat all over both of 
us I pulled and my head popped out and I jumped on top of him.  I heard 
Matt mutter "Damn" and in passing I saw a look of surprise and maybe 
even admiration on the man's face as he had clearly not expected me to 
be able to get out of that pin.  But I was tired, I could have imagined 
that's what he was thinking. 

We again rolled and struggled for dominance.  I got his body in front of 
me, his back to me, and I managed to get my legs around his waist.  He 
sat up and swung his arms back at me.  I grabbed them and cinched in a 
full nelson and pulled him closer to me and really squeezed the body 
scissors. 

Matt grunted and groaned and struggled against the dual hold but 
couldn't move.  With both his legs and arms held like that he couldn't 
do much but push and struggle and sway back and forth.  He was stuck but 
I didn't seem able to squeeze hard enough to make him give.  I didn't 
think he was going to give and just as I was considering what hold I 
should change this into, he muffled a surrender.  Surprised I asked him 
to say it again.  "I give already," he said a little louder, sounding a 
touch annoyed.  I released him and apologized that I truly didn't hear 
him the first time.  He nodded and we took a short rest before 
continuing.  It was tied 3-3 now but I had changed the momentum and I 
felt like I was in control.  He was breathing extremely hard and looked 
a little leery of continuing. 

This was confirmed in the next fall.  I was clearly the aggressor and 
Matt was in more a defensive mode just trying to stop me from getting a 
good grip on him.  It was obvious he was tiring and I was buoyed by that 
and pushed at him hard.  After another long struggle we both pushed the 
other away and got to our feet.  His hair was tossed and messy and sweat 
dripped off him and I saw him look down at his leg.  Using that chance I 
charged in at him and basically dived at him.  He looked up in time and 
caught me, but he was back on his heels and my momentum pushed us over 
and he landed hard on his back with me on top.  I think he had the wind 
knocked out of him a little as he sucked in breath loudly and didn't 
resist much as I got on top of him while he was still on his back. 

I twined my legs in his and got my feet around his legs and pulled his 
legs apart as far as I could.  I pressed my chest hard into his chest.  
My hands reached up under his chin and lifted his head and twisted it to 
the side as hard as I could.  He never really tried to roll me off and 
was still breathing hard as I lifted and turned his head hard to the 
side while pressing hard with my body and legs to keep him from being 
able to move.  He grunted loud in pain and pawed at my hands for a 
moment but then quickly gave up over and over.  "I give, I give, I 
give," he yelled and I rolled off with a little laugh.  I hadn't 
realized how much I could hurt him with that hold.  (It's become my 
favorite hold since then and is very effective against most opponents.) 

I gave him a few extra minutes rest before we started again and I think 
he was a little reluctant. That last hold may have actually intimidated 
him now and he was now showing signs of being extremely tired which must 
have made him feel like he might not be able to come back.  I was ahead 
4-3 now and feeling good, tired and sore, but good.  I resolved to make 
this the final fall and end it now while he was doubting himself.  I 
knew better than to take him lightly and needed to keep up the pace and 
aggressiveness. 

To his credit he came at me hard when we started but when I managed to 
trip him down after a bit he seemed to stop trying.  He stayed there as 
I quickly climbed up his body and put his head between my legs and 
started to squeeze.  I crossed my legs and leaned back and really 
cranked it with whatever I had left.  He pawed and rolled but soon 
stopped moving and just laid there.  He was still conscious but he 
wasn't trying to get out, but he hadn't given up yet either. 

"Matt?" I asked. 

"Okay," he said with obvious reluctance in his voice.  "I give.  You 
win." 

I gave out a little shout, lifted my arms in triumph, and rolled off 
Matt and collapsed.  I laid on the ground collecting myself for a 
moment.  It had been a tough, grueling match and my body really felt it.  
My chest heaved for breath and now I could really feel the soreness 
already creeping into my muscles.  I had begun to doubt whether I could 
win but I had managed to suck it up and keep going and pull out a 
victory over a tough opponent.  I was really proud of myself and my 
effort.  It felt so good to struggle that hard and come out on top.  I 
was on Cloud 9! 

As I got to my feet, I saw Matt had gotten to a sitting position with 
his back to me.  I thought he might be having  a hard time handling that 
he had just been beaten in a wrestling match by a woman - and one 
smaller than him as well.  I hoped I hadn't spoiled any chance we had at 
a continuing friendship but I was still glad I had given it my all and 
won the match. 

I never know what to say in this situation that doesn't sound 
condescending so I just crossed in front of Matt and held out my hand.  
I was worried he might be embarrassed or mad but I needn't have worried.  
He looked up and saw me standing there with my hand out and he smiled 
and let out a big breath.  "Wheew, great match Sharla," he told me and 
grabbed my hand and let me pull him up.  We hugged and I could feel the 
sweat pool between our bodies.  He pulled us apart a little and looked 
at me and added, "But I'm going to get you next time!" 

I laughed and clapped him on the shoulder and told him "In your dreams, 
big guy."  My respect for him soared as I saw how he handled the loss 
and just decided to try even harder next time. I led him to a shower and 
after we had both cleaned up we went back to the den and compared rug 
burns and other injuries and relived the match over some beers.  We 
wrestled 3 more times and he did manage to beat me once.  My overall 
record against him was 3-1 before he moved out of the area but none of 
the matches were as tough and tiring as that first one we had. 

End Note.  (thanks to Miles Endeavor for writing large portions of this 
as I told it to him and for pushing me to write the rest.  And for 
getting me to participate on the message boards to start with.  It's 
been fun so far!)  In this first story Miles encouraged me to make it  a 
match against a guy where I won.  So I did, but if he doesn't stop 
telling me what to do I'll tell y'all what happened when I wrestled HIM!  
Hee hee hee.  Actually, he wasn’t a bad little wrestler, although his 
girlfriend is a far tougher opponent.