Carla, Pt. 2 by Musclehead A little recap: Carla was quite possibly the best High School wrestler ever. Entering her senior year her record was 102 wins and no losses. Even more amazing, they were all pins. Still, it was mind boggling to think that only one match had gone into the second period and that was only because she let it. Now, this year, her longest match had gone a whole seventeen seconds. Some really good wrestlers forfeited rather the face her. She never tried to intentionally embarrass any of her opponents unless they deserved it. Still, it was pretty unavoidable not to be humiliated, it was just so easy for her. When we last left her, she had just shown Dick what total, overwhelming superiority was all about. While she was forcing Dick's face into her crotch, (this was not a high school match), she overheard her friend Emily mention how huge Billie's cock was, and she decided to lose her virginity to this previously fat boy who was no longer fat thanks to Emily's training. Leaving Dick at the mercy of Stacy, Billy's hardbody milf mom, Carla went off to find Billy. While she had many times used guys to satisfy her orally, she was about to have her cherry popped and Billy was her choice. It was hard to believe that she was the one without sexual experience, she so overwhelmed him, not that he minded. Although almost everyone in wrestling circles knew who she was by this point, there was a wrestler from a rival school who didn't know of her reputation, since he had just moved to the area from another part of the country. This guy, Frank, was incredulous that a girl could be as good as a top notch wrestler like himself so the coach told him to go watch her in action because before the season was over, he would be facing her. He went to a dual meet between Carla's school and another, and although he saw her awesome body, he didn't get to see her wrestle. As Carla stood face to face on the mat, with her opponent, a very good wrestler, he chickened out. Frank even saw what he thought might be a sign that the guy had peed himself. A week later, he finally saw her in action. In just over ten seconds, the poor guy's shoulders were on the mat, his legs straight up in the air, his arms pulled behind him and secured with one of hers while Carla sat non-chalantly next to him feigning a yawn. She glanced at the crowd and caught Frank's wide-mouthed stare. She smiled at him, a smile at once friendly and yet totally intimidating. Did she know that she'd be wrestling him? Maybe. Two weeks later, Frank was really peaking. He had never worked harder after seeing what he had seen, how easily she had treated a previously undefeated wrestler like he was a small child. Frank had been working with Pete in practice since Pete was fifteen pounds heavier. He couldn't beat the bigger guy, but at least he was giving him some good competition. So the day of the match of Frank's life had arrived. He was still somewhat cocky, but at least he knew that Carla was every bit what the coach had said, and he was as prepared as he could be. And then, Carla's coach had moved things around and when it came Frank's turn to wrestle, she was not the one to get off the bench. Frank was a competitive guy and while he knew how awesome Carla was, he was disappointed that he wasn't going to get his chance that day. All fired up, he went out and really kicked Carla's substitute's ass, pinning him in the first period. Going behind the team benches to cool down and put his cover-ups on, he came out just in time to see the start of a match between Carla and Pete. It didn't last long, maybe thirty seconds, by far her longest of the year. She absolutely slaughtered Pete. Somehow she got both his legs up against his body with his arms pulled down between them, as tight a package as possible, she was in a wrestler's bridge when the ref slapped the mat, just her feet and his shoulders, the only things touching. He could hardly breathe, her awesome arms were so tight around him in a total body/limbs bear hug. Frank was so shocked that he didn't notice at first how hard his dick was. Pete had always had his way with Frank and just about every opponent and this smaller young woman had made mincemeat out of him. Frank was quite confused at the moment, angry that a girl could be s overwhelming against a bigger and very strong and skilled guy, but sub-consciously it clearly gotten to him. She excited him like no girl ever had. Frank never did get to wrestle her, but he did get to watch her in the Regional tournament finals. He had won his weight-class and Carla had continued to wrestle at not one, but two higher for the rest of the season, with the same results. But she was about to go up against a guy who called himself "Pitbull", even had it tattooed on his arm. He was a mean motherfucker and he was so far ahead of other wrestlers in his weight-class that Frank had heard of him even when he lived far away. Carla certainly knew he was and though he outweighed her by twenty pounds, she was not impressed. This guy was a total dickwad, as arrogant as they come and rumor had it he actually tried to hurt his opponents if he could get away with it. Carla thought to herself that the name didn't really fit. After all, yes, pit bulls could be ferocious fighters when pushed, but they were very sweet affectionate dogs ninety percent of the time. Carla thought that her personality was more fitting for that name than that asshole. Frank sat in the first row of the bleachers anticipating a great match, but in spite of what he had seen of Carla previously, he fully expected "Pitbull" to win. He was a great wrestler and, as stated, had quite the size advantage. As the two opponents passed each other on the way to the mats, "Pitbull" spoke to her. "You're pretty impressive looking for a girl. But after I clean your clock maybe you can clean my cock with your mouth." He really shouldn't have said that. Carla went behind the bench and pulled off her warm-ups. Then she pulled the legs of her singlet up as far as she could and tucked them into the body of the suit. Pulling the straps off her broad shoulders, she pulled the top half down to her waist, tucking it in as well. She was wearing a tanktop, tied under her breasts, so now everyone could see all of those luscious legs as well as her powerful core, as well as some clearly erect nipples. She trotted out to the mat and the referee immediately blew the whistle. "Young lady, you can't wear your singlet like that." Carla just stared at "Pitbull" and without looking over at the ref, she quietly said, "The rules say I have to wear a singlet. I'm wearing one." She continued to stare at her opponent who was clearly distracted by her perfect strong body. The ref signaled for Carla's coach to come out and after some quiet conferring, the match was allowed to proceed. It is fair to say that no one had ever seen a match like this. If you've ever seen a pit bull fight, even against a larger dog, it is all so fast and violent as to be just a blur, in such contrast to their sweet nature. That's what Carla did to her opponent, minus the biting. The ref was trying to award points for takedown, near falls, escapes, etc., although there were no escapes, at least not for the big arrogant male. But everything happened so fast that the ref was totally baffled. Finally, with ten seconds left in the round, Carla uncoupled herself from "Pitbull" and bounced to her feet. He was on his back, completely splayed out, unmoving. He was covered in welts. She walked around his prone body and then kneeled down above his head. Carla leaned forward, arching her back, breasts thrust forward as if to remind everyone that a female, a very hot one, did this. She gently put one finger from each hand on his shoulders. The ref slapped the mat with one second left. Carla walked off, looking over at Frank and smiling as "Pitbull's" coach and the medic ran out to the mat. "Pitbull didn't have to go to the hospital or anything but his season was over. He had multiple tendon strains and before the night was out, a lot of his welts had turned into ugly purple bruises. Ironically, Carla's season was over too. Even though the state tournament was coming up, when word got out, no one, all the way up to the heavyweight division was willing to wrestle Carla. Rather than spoil the whole thing become champion by forfeit, a hollow victory, she gracefully bowed out. But an encounter with Frank was still somewhere in the future.