A big mouth leads to big trouble
by OldDave000@aol.com


When I was in college, a friend of mine was involved in a conversation with
a girl who had just come out of the service (army I think). She did a
little bit of bragging about how fit and athletic she was. Well Jon, for
some reason took offense to her attitude. He considered himself very
athletic. It got to be a debate between he and her about women and men in
athletics. He made some preposterous statement like no woman could beat him
in any sport, outside of pro athletes. The girl challenged him to a series
of athletic events.

They negotiated the following format to be completed in one day.
1. one on one basketball
2. tennis
3.running (1 mile)
4. bench press
5.Leg press
6. arm wrestling and
7 submission wrestling.
Best of seven, but all seven events had to be completed even after someone
won four. Jon was about 5 ft 10 160, athletic but with very little power.
Sheila was about 5 ft 8 but weighed about the same as he did, maybe a few
pounds more. She really looked powerful and had a some what defined bicep
and very strong legs thanks to years of dance classes.

The first was basketball. Jon was a good b ball player. Fast and with good
moves and a sharp outside eyes. Well he won the basketball one on one with
his outside shooting, but it was closer than he expected. And what turned
out to be a portent of things to come, it was obvious that she was much
stronger than him. This manifested itself in her domination of the boards.
She had more body mass and was stronger. He was knocked down hard several
times. The other thing, you had to look real close to see it, but he was
afraid of her and she knew it.

The next sport was tennis and she simply wiped the court up with him. She
had tremendous power in her ground strokes and kept him pinned to the
baseline all match (one set only). He inevitably would hit a weak shot back
and she would come to the net and put him away with an overhead smash or an
angle shot. At one point she really humiliated him by moving way up inside
the line on his first serve. He was so angry and so intimidated that he
could not get one serve in play. For those of you who don't know tennis
this is the equivalent of saying you have a wimpy serve- I don't need to
stand back. She won the set 6-1 It was one win each.

The next event was the mile run. Jon did a lot of running but she had just
come out of the service. He was built more like a distance runner where as
she was built more powerfully and compactly. He won the mile run by about
30 yards which is actually pretty close. He was now up two events to one.

The following two events were bench press and leg press and standing at the
finish line, she just looked a lot more powerful than he. They both
belonged to the same gym, and when we all got there the bench press had
people backed up to use it. So she suggested that we skip the order and do
leg press first. I think Jon had conceded the leg press to her in his mind.
Her legs were so pumped now and bulging with power next to his rather
spindly legs. He was confident about the bench press cause he automatically
thought women weren't as strong on top and he thought if he had a 3-1 lead
it might psyche her out a little. After a little arguing the bench press
suddenly opened up and Jon jumped at the chance. He made three tries at 190
lbs and with a great deal of effort he hoisted 190 lbs for three reps,
which was the minimum for the highest score. To Jon's horror she started
the bench at 190 and easily did 12 reps while she smiled at him.
Technically she had already won, but she managed to do 5 reps at 200. You
could see, even though it was only 2-2 in events, he was already
demoralized.

The leg press was such as slaughter she began to tease him mercilessly and
laugh at him. He could only leg press 350. she actually did 550 with many
reps, her powerful legs rippling with power. She said "just wait till I get
these legs around you on the mat. I'll

have you in agony". this turned me on as a witness but Jon looked
terrified. He also didn't know what to say back. The events were 3-2 her
favor and there was little reason to think he could beat her at arm
wrestling and no reason at all to think he could beat her on the mat.

We went back to the off campus apartment for the final two events: arm
wrestling and wrestling. The arm wrestling event had some promise of being
interesting because Jon was left handed and she was right handed. It was
assumed that he would win left and she righty so they agreed to go until
someone lost with their strong hand. They started out righty and she looked
into his eyes as their hands struggled dead center. He was confident that
he was holding his own with her strong hand so he smiled at her and she
smiled back and began to move his hand closer and closer to the table he
was straining but she was smiling a very smug little girl smile and cooed "
had enough yet" and slammed him to the table.

To make a long story short they linked up for the left handed match (Jon's
strong hand) and she still held a smile on her face. She immediately
started to move his hand down. He was straining with all his might and
seemed stunned by the strength of her arm. She then adjusted her grip
slightly so she had leverage over his finger and squeezed with her hand and
pushed down with her arm and we heard something snap and Jon screamed as
his hand slammed down on the table. He jumped up and began swearing calling
her a bitch and yelling in pain. "You broke my wrist you bitch" She started
to laugh. He declared" I can't wrestle now my wrist is broke". She agree to
postpone the wrestling match till his wrist healed.

The problem is all this had happened in one day so it had not gotten around
campus, but with the match postponed for who knows how long it got all
over campus and everyone
wanted to see the wrestling match: a wrestling match Jon knew he could
never win. She wanted to let as many kids see the match as possible. He
wanted just the 4 or 5 people that had attended the original events to see
it. I managed to talk her out of a big audience,

partly by buttering her up by telling her how strong and good looking she
was and how Jon didn't stand a chance. I also explained to her he had been
humiliated enough or would be soon. This way you won't look like a bully.
The reasoning seemed to work and she agreed to wrestle him in private.

Several months had passed and Jon's arm was healed. Actually I don't think
it was as injured as he claimed. I thought it was stupid to delay. If he
would have wrestled with his injured hand:
A. he would have an excuse
B. It would all have happened on the same day and all the teasing would
have subsided by now and
C. he had no chance whatsoever in the wrestling match.

For the wrestling match Sheila wore a Bikini. It was bright blue and showed
off her

tan skin beautifully. Sheila was a tomboy type so the bikini surprised
everyone. It seemed to shake up Jon even more, because he had sexual
distraction to add to his disadvantages. Let me summarize what was
obviously Sheila's advantages over Jon based on the previous events.
1. lower body strength.
2. upper body strength
3. quickness
4. agility
5. stamina
6. confidence.

It was obvious as Jon looked at Sheila's powerful legs, he was truly afraid
and not doing a very good job of covering it up.

The wrestling match was completely and I mean completely one sided. She
toyed with him-letting him out of one painful hold after another trying to
decide what hold she finishes him with. She finally got him in a body
scissor and full nelson combo. Her legs dug into his side and her arms
cranked down on his neck, he could not talk or breathe. You could actually
see her thighs constricting his waist. He was moaning pathetically. When
she let up enough he started screaming and saying everything from "give" to
"Uncle" to "submit". She told him to beg like he has never begged before.

He began actually crying and begging, but you could not make out what he
was saying. She simply smiled and converted her full nelson to a sleeper
hold and began to constrict her thighs and collapse his middle while
cutting off air with her arms. He was out in less than 10 seconds. And he
was out for 3 or 4 minutes. He was wobbly and tried to get up but fell back
down and almost fainted again.

Sheila insisted on a second fall to make it official. Jon said nothing, but
you could tell he was very afraid. She gave him 5 minutes which wasn't
nearly enough. Sheila said to me "don't worry I wont drag it out." He got
up and they sort of squared off she threw him around the room like a rag
doll and then finally threw him on his back and straddle his neck while
bringing her strong thighs together against the sides of his face squeezing
his head. She looked right at him and he had no choice to look at her
because she held his head perfectly still between her thighs.

She said softly but firmly   "Jon you better say this exactly as the way i
want

you to say it word for word or I'm going to knock you out again."  Her
crotch was pressing against his chin her ass was weighing heavily on his
neck and her legs

were pressing his face to gather like a fish and he was having trouble
breathing. "I want you to say Sheila I submit to you". Jon, confused and
lacking oxygen didn't say it right. He left out the to you part and Sheila
ground her crotch in to his neck and cut off more oxygen. She repeated what
she wanted him to say and finally he said "Sheila I submit to you." She
smiled and yelled I'm the winner and spread her legs and gave Jon a good
loud slap across his face and got up.

She stood over him and looked down at him and just gave him a superior
bitchy grin and just stood there and reveled in the moment. The
occasionally cockiness in Jon was never in evidence again. I will never
forget her standing over him for about three minutes not
saying anything in that sexy blue bikini...wow what a memory.