From Softball to Hard Falls
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Barry liked Sara right away ...  A mixed wrestling story


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Barry stopped Ken as his team was leaving the field to take their turn at bat
and Barry's team was going onto the field. "What's the story with your team's
pitcher? She's new isn't she?" Barry asked.

"Yeah, I thought you'd notice her," replied Ken. "She's the new gymnastics
and cheerleading coach at our school. She's really something isn't she?"

"I'll say she is," Barry agreed.

She was exactly the kind of woman that Barry went for. With her
girl-next-door pretty smiling face, she looked even younger than her youthful
23 years of age. She had slightly longer than shoulder length sandy blonde
hair that she was wearing in a simple loose ponytail. At 5'3" she was on the
shorter side, but her buff body looked strong and powerful.

It wasn't just her youthful and healthy appearance that Barry (and most men)
found so attractive. She had a joyful and playful air about her that made you
believe that she was up for anything and everything. She was the kind of girl
who smiled as much with her eyes as she did with her mouth and smiled easily
and often. She looked like the kind of girl that could be captain of the
cheerleaders and yet still be easygoing and cool enough to just hang out
drinking beers and watching Monday Night Football with you.

She had big eyes and a cute little nose that suited the rest of her face
perfectly. She even had cute, little shell-like ears! Barry couldn't even
remember the last time he noticed how attractive a girl's ears were or if, in
fact, he ever had.

And still there was even more. This girl had muscles! She didn't have the
big, bulky muscles of a female bodybuilder, and yet her muscles were more cut
and well defined than the typical fitness model. Her muscles had a lean,
hard, strong utilitarian look to them. In other words, these were working
muscles and not just for show. Whenever she moved - whatever part of her body
that moved - her muscles seemed to flow under her skin in perfect sync.

Yet despite her hard muscles, she somehow still looked soft and feminine. She
had a quality that made you want o protect her even though she looked like she
could probably kick your ass is she wanted to.

She clearly liked showing off her muscles too. That was apparent by the
outfit she'd chosen. She wore a white half t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up
to reveal her sinewy, muscular arms. The shirt was tied in a knot just under
her smallish but firm beasts revealing her amazingly ripped and hard abs.
Barry wondered if he could grate cheese on those abs. He knew that he'd sure
like to try.

Below she wore dark gray yoga pants that showed off her tight, round ass and
solid, muscular and perfectly proportioned legs. Her legs and ass looked
better in those yoga pants than any woman's legs and ass had the right to
look. It was as if the gods had gotten together and chosen to create the
perfect female legs and ass as well as the perfect attire to show them off
in.

On her feet she wore cute little pink keds with equally cute white footie sock
with a fluffy green ball at the back peeking out over the shoe's rims.

Barry also liked what he saw of her personality. She was quick with a joke,
and, as already noted, she laughed and smiled much of the time. But
underneath, Barry could see that she was also very competitive - maybe even as
competitive as he was. He could tell this was so by the intensity with which
she pitched in this "friendly" softball game. (Of course, to Barry, there was
no such thing as truly friendly competition.)

It's true that she tried hard to conceal her competitiveness. When the weaker
hitters came to bat, he could tell that she held back some. Yet he noticed
that she was still cutthroat enough to strike almost all of them out. She
seemed to be able to judge most hitters well enough to pitch the ball just
beyond their capacity to hit it.

It was with the strong hitters like himself that her intensity and
competitiveness really came out. Barry enjoyed watching her body tighten. He
loved watching the fluidity of those sexy feminine muscles in action as she
wound up and pitched the balls fast and underhanded. He loved the fierce
looks she got in her eyes. He even loved the POP! the ball made when it
landed in the catcher's glove.

Most people didn't notice the change that came over her when the batter
changed from mediocre to good, but Barry did. He was watching her closely.
He took pride in the fact that he was one of the few batters on his team to
have made a base hit off of her his first time at bat. He was sure that she'd
noticed him as a result. He thought he saw a kindred spirit in her. He hoped
he had.                  

Barry and Ken were coaches and friendly rivals at two local high schools.
Once or twice a year in the spring they would organize softball games between
the schools' faculties. The games were strictly for fun, but both Ken and
Barry took them seriously. Barry took these contests a little too seriously.
It was his nature.

"What's her name?" asked Barry.

"Sara," replied Ken.

"Have you taken a run at her?" Barry asked.

"No," Ken replied as if he was slightly shocked by the question. "She's a
little young for me," he explained.

"How old is she?" asked Barry.

"I don't know... Twenty-two or twenty-three, I think."

Barry knew that Ken was twenty-nine - a year younger than he was - and he
didn't consider twenty-two too young. He liked younger women. He wondered
what was wrong with Ken.

"So then you don't mind if I make a play for her?" he asked.

Ken rolled his eyes and twisted his mouth into a crooked frown. "Knock
yourself out," he replied.

Their conversation was interrupted by a voice that shouted, "Are we here to
talk or play ball? If you two ladies are finished with your tea party, maybe
we can resume the game?" Barry looked in the direction of the voice to see
Sara smiling at him as she took a few warm-up swings with the bat.

Barry smiled back at the vivacious young woman. "Sure thing, Buttercup," he
responded. Less than a minute later, Barry was in the unusual position of
hoping that a member of an opposing team got a base hit because Sara was up to
bat, and he was playing first base. He hoped that he'd get a chance to talk
to her and maybe, as a result, get to first base in another way with her
later.

Seconds later Sara was standing on first base much to Barry's satisfaction.
It should be pointed out however that the pitcher for Barry's team was Mr.
DeWinter the drama and art teacher, and his pitching skills were nowhere near
as highly developed as Sara's.

Barry made the most of his opportunity. "So, what college did you play ball
for?" he asked the young beauty.

"What makes you think I played softball in college?" she asked modestly.

"Don't try to fool me," Barry scoffed, "Someone with your skills MUST have
played ball in college."

"Actually, I gave up competitive softball after high school," Sara began to
explain.

"That's hard to believe," Barry interrupted.

"So that I could concentrate on gymnastics," she finished. "I was offered a
full scholarship in both sports, but I was strongly advised to concentrate on
one sport or the other. I chose gymnastics."

"Why?"

"Because I was better at it."

"Wow! Judging by your softball skills, you must be REALLY good at
gymnastics," Berry observed.

"I was made an alternate to the U.S. Olympics Women's Gymnastics Team. I'm
very bendy," she said, "VERY bendy."

The way she added this last detail made Berry think that maybe she was
flirting with him. God! He hoped she was flirting. There was a time not so
long ago when he would have been sure.

Berry had always been good at reading girls and women. >>From the time he
first became interested in the opposite sex he just assumed that almost any
female he met was at least somewhat interested in him. He was usually right.

Why not? Berry was a handsome and athletic man. At 5'10" he wasn't extremely
big, but his masculine body had always been well developed with more than his
share of muscles. He wasn't big or tall enough to be a basketball or football
star, but he was good enough to start at both sports in high school. This was
due to his overall athletic prowess and his dogged determination.

However, the sport that he truly excelled at and played in college was
Lacrosse. When he was twenty he was good enough to make the U.S. National
Men's Lacrosse Team although he wasn't skilled enough to see much game time at
that level.

But the sport that Barry was even better at as a young man was chasing women.
He wasn't bragging in college when he claimed that he could get just about any
woman he wanted. Even after entering the adult world and becoming a high
school teacher and coach, he was able to attract more than his share of
beautiful women.

However, he noticed in the last couple of years that he'd lost a little of the
old magic. He'd put on a few pounds. Even though he carried his 215 pounds
pretty well, there was no denying that at 5'10" he was definitely overweight.
He lost a few steps and he found that he was no longer able to attract younger
women with the same rate of success.

In the last year there'd even been one or two embarrassing incidents where
he'd tried to pick up younger women only to discover that they found his
advances more comical than inviting. He was starting to doubt whether or not
he could cut it anymore, and for an aging Casanova like Barry, this kind of
revelation was devastating to his ego.

As he looked at Sara and tried to decide whether or not she was indeed
flirting, he wished that he'd gone on that diet he kept planning to go on. He
also wished he'd done more abdominal crunches lately. Suddenly he heard the
crack of bat against ball. Next thing he knew, a line drive flew past his
head. It was a line drive that he should have caught. As it was, it landed
almost perfectly spaced between him and the right fielder, math teacher Miss
Drury.

Miss Drury was not fast enough to get to the ball quickly and did not have a
good enough arm to throw the batter out at second. Meanwhile Sara rounded
third and kept going for home. Barry marveled at her grace and speed as she
dashed towards the plate. He was almost glad that he missed catching that
line drive because it gave him the chance to watch the sheer poetry in motion
that was Sara. To and a bit of flair she executed a perfect cartwheel across
home plate as she scored the first run for her team.

Barry made a vow to himself right then that he was going to get to know this
woman better. If there was even the slightest chance that she WAS flirting
with him earlier, he was determined to see it through.

After the next three batters on Sara's team failed to make it to first base,
it was Barry's team's turn to bat. As it turned out, Barry was the second
batter this inning right after Mr. Flynn the science teacher. He was followed
by Coach Blake the basketball coach.

Barry was pretty sure that Flynn would not get a hit against Sara's pitching,
and he was right. What surprised him was how much he enjoyed watching his own
teammate strike out. He loved the way Sara looked at Flynn and sized him up.
He loved watching her strong, ripped arm muscles as she went through the wind
up and pitch. He loved the satisfied smile she got when she whizzed the ball
past the befuddled science dork.

Barry especially liked the mini-celebration Sara had on the mound after her
third pitch sped past Flynn leaving him with a comical look on his face. Sara
raised both of her arms up to shoulder level and did a classic double arm flex
revealing biceps that were slightly disproportional to her petite frame. But
they were disproportional in a most pleasing way.

In fact, Barry was SO pleased by what he saw that he could feel his nether
regions begin to stir. "Oh shit!" he thought, "I'm up to bat next; it
wouldn't be good to go up to the plate with a bat in my pants along with the
one in my hands." Indeed, Barry did have an impressive bat in his pants - yet
another reason for his success with women.

Barry strode up to the plate full of confidence. He flashed his cockiest
half-smile at Sara. He then arrogantly pointed to the center field fence in
imitation of the legendary Babe Ruth "calling his shot". He sneaked a glance
at Sara to see if she was impressed with his confidence.

The look on Sara's face was half-amusement, half-disbelieve as much as if to
say, "I can't BELIEVE you just did that!" Then she leaned forward and was all
business. And yet just before going into her wind-up she gave Barry a quick
smile that led him to believe that perhaps she appreciated his chutzpa.

As he was contemplating this, the ball flew past him so quickly that it was
only the sound of the ball hitting the catcher's glove that awakened him from
his reverie. "Stee-rike one!" Sara shouted.

Barry did his best to look unimpressed. "I'm still at bat," he pointed out
matter-of-factly.

Sara's reply to his comment was a steely gaze as she once again leaned forward
to start her wind-up. This time instead of giving Barry a saucy smile, she
gave him a flirty little wink as she hurled the ball his way.

Now Barry was almost certain that she was playing long distance footsie with
him. It gave him a warm feeling inside. In fact, he could feel the sensation
of heat sweep across his entire body. It was so intense that once again, the
ball soared past him unheeded. "Stee-rike two!" Sara said in a monotone
voice.

Barry didn't reply this time. He just pounded the bat on home plate and got
ready for the next pitch. He clearly intended to hit this one. Sara went
into her wind-up and this time instead of giving Barry a smile or a wink, she
did . . . nothing. She just threw the ball.

Barry was so heart-broken that the bat dropped to his shoulder and never left
it as he struck out. Despite his disappointment, when he looked at Sara
celebrating - dancing around and shaking her very shapely and tight little
fanny, he had to smile to himself.

The score of the game remained one to nothing for the next couple of innings
due to Sara's excellent pitching and the inferior batting skills of the rest
of her team. When Sara's turn at bat came around again, Barry was hoping
she'd get another base hit so that he'd get another chance to talk with her.
True to form, Sara was standing with one foot on first base a few seconds
later.

"That was a pretty dirty trick you played on me when I was at bat," Barry
said.

"What are you talking about?" Sara asked innocently.

"The way you distracted me by smiling and winking at me," replied Barry.
"It's not fair of you to play with me like that."

"Really? I thought that you were the kind of guy who enjoyed a little
playfulness," Sara said with a girlish giggle. God! She was driving Barry
crazy! He really liked this woman.

"Yeah, well maybe," he admitted, "But I promise you that I'll get a hit the
next time I'm at bat!"

"Oh, yeah?" she challenged.

"Yeah."

"Why don't we make this a little interesting," Sara suggested.

"What do you have in mind?" Barry responded.

"How about if you strike out, you have to buy me dinner? If you get a hit,
I'll LET YOU buy me dinner."

Barry jumped at this offer. "You're on!" It wasn't lost on him that either
way, he was paying for dinner, but it was more important to him that she
WANTED to have dinner with him.

The game was still one to nothing in favor of Sara's team when Barry's last at
bat rolled around. Everyone agreed that this would be the last inning because
it was starting to get late. Despite the strange nature of their "bet", it
was very important for Barry to get another hit for the sake of his male ego.
And, of course, he wanted to impress Sara.

This time Barry was determined to not let Sara's hotness distract him.
Summoning up all his willpower, he concentrated on the ball and not on the
girl. As a result, he hit a long fly ball that was just inches short of going
over the fence. He managed to get a stand-up double out of it.

He was slightly disappointed not only because he failed to hit it over the
fence but because he had to admit that he'd slowed down considerably. There
was a time when he would have stretched that hit into a triple or perhaps even
an inside the park homerun.

Sara must have been thrown off by Barry's long hit because the next batter,
Coach Blake, also managed to hit the ball just over the centerfielder's head
for a solid base hit.

As soon as Barry saw the ball hit the ground he took off running for third.
Determined to show Sara and everyone else that he could still get the job
done, he didn't stop when he hit third. He rounded the base and headed for
home.

He was still a good five steps away when he saw the ball land in the glove of
the opposing team's catcher. He was standing between Barry and the plate.
The catcher was a 5'6", 128 pound man with glasses. The thought of slowing
down never entered Barry's mind.

Instead, he plowed into the catcher with as much force as he could muster
causing the smaller man to fall to the ground and drop the ball. When Barry
tagged home plate he jumped up and pumped his fist in victory only to discover
that no one was paying attention. Everyone was focused on the catcher that
he'd mowed over.

Sara was kneeling down beside the catcher who was gasping for air. "Jerry,
are you okay?" she asked.

The catcher looked at her with panic in his eyes trying to catch his breath.
"Just breathe in and out slowly," she advised, "You just had the wind knocked
out of you."

Within a few seconds Jerry was breathing normally again. Sara handed him his
glasses that had been knocked off his face. They were badly bent out of
shape. She looked at Barry, "Jesus! Did you have to run him over like that?"

"What are you talking about?" Barry asked, "He was between me and the plate.
Of course I had to run over him." Barry wasn't trying to be sarcastic or
ironic. To his way of thinking, Jerry left him no choice. Any catcher that
gets between a base runner and the plate is asking for it.

Sara stood up on her tiptoes so that she could get as close to Barry's face as
possible and said, "Next time why don't you pick on someone your own size,
asshole!"

Barry looked around. Even his own teammates were looking at him as if he was
the turd in the punchbowl. Even his friend Ken who was known for his
competitive nature himself was shaking his head in disapproval.

"Aw c'mon!" Barry protested. He really could not understand what all the fuss
was about.

"I'd like to see you try to pull that shit with me," Sara said.

"Well, look, Buttercup, if you were standing between me and the plate, I just
might," Barry responded. In the heat of the moment, he wasn't sure whether he
meant that or not.

"Really?" said Sara, "I'd REALLY like to see you try. I'll bet you're not so
tough. Hell, I bet I could take you down you big bully!"

Barry rolled his eyes. "Come on; be serious," he said.

"No! I mean it, I challenge you to a wrestling match!" said Sara.

Barry laughed at this. "What? You want us to roll around in the outfield?"
he asked.

"No," replied Sara, "The gym that I work out in is right up the block from
here. They have some tumbling mats there. The owner is a friend of mine, and
I'm sure he won't mind. Why don't we go there and settle this?"

Barry could hardly believe it himself when he angrily said, "You're on,
Buttercup!"

Suddenly the outcome of the softball game didn't seem to matter. Everyone was
wrapped up in the drama that was unfolding. Within a few minutes both teams
were inside the gym waiting for Sara and Barry to come out of there
prospective locker rooms so that they could - as improbably as it sounded -
wrestle one another. As fate would have it, both Sara and Barry had workout
clothes in their cars.

When Sara came out of the locker room, Jerry was waiting for her. "You don't
have to do this you know," he said, "Other than a few scrapes and bruises I'm
fine."

"Oh, I'm doing this. Someone has to teach that big goon a lesson."

"But, Sara, do you really think you can beat him?" asked Jerry.

Sara hesitated for a second or two before saying, "It's doesn't seem very
likely does it?"

"Well geez! He must outweigh you by close to a hundred pound. How much do
you weigh anyway?" Jerry asked.

"One-twenty," replied Sara.

"Really?" said Jerry. You don't look like you weigh that much.

Sara did a little flex, "That's just it. I'm one hundred twenty pounds of
muscle. Half of him is flab."

Jerry who was gay looked at her and said, "You and I both know that he ain't
all flab. Geez, that bulge in his pants much weight at least ten pound," he
winked. "And the rest of him isn't so bad either." Sara smiled in
appreciation of both observations.

"Okay, so he outweighs me, and he's stronger than me. I'm hoping that I can
wear him down with my speed and endurance."

"But this is crazy. Have you ever wrestled before," asked Jerry.

"Not as an organized thing, but when I was in college, I used to goof around
with some of the other women on the gymnastics team," she explained.

"Oh! Well then I'm no longer worried," he said sarcastically.

"Don't laugh," she said, "These were strong, tough, competitive women we're
talking about, and I was the undefeated champion!" 

"But have you ever wrestled a man?" her friend asked.

"Just once. When I told my boyfriend I could outwrestle all the other women
on the gymnastics team, he started making fun of me so I challenged him."

"Annnnnnnd?" urged Jerry

"I beat him," Sara stated proudly, "Of course, he broke up with me the next
day, but...."

"But was your boyfriend as strong and athletic as Barry?"

"No," she admitted. Then Barry came out of the dressing room. He was wearing
a gray tank top and baggy blue workout shorts. On his feet were Nike cross
trainers and white athletic socks. He took one look at Sara and had to catch
his breath.

She looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a tiny pink sports bra over
her firm, perky A-cup breasts and matching pink short shorts to cover her
amazing derriere. Her feet were bare. She looked like she must have been
doing push-ups in the locker room because her taut, hard muscles looked
extra-pumped up.

Her ponytail was tied back much tighter than before. Her fresh, naturally
gorgeous face looked fierce and beautiful. When she saw Barry she began to
bounce around on the balls of her feet. Every muscle of her sexy, supple,
ripped feminine form - especially her powerful legs - looked wound tight and
ready for action. He could not believe how cut her abs were. He marveled at
her lean, muscular arms and legs. Barry was on fire with desire.

He was also envious. Sara possessed the kind of youth and fitness that he
wished was still his.

His friend Ken walked over to him and asked, "Are you sure you want to go
through with this?"

"I can't very well back out now," said Barry.

"Why not?" asked Ken, "You can plead temporary sanity."

Barry looked at his friend as if he had two heads. At that point Ken knew it
was a lost cause. He had agreed to referee the match so he went over to the
mat where they were going to wrestle and explained the rules to everyone. The
opponents had agreed to three minute falls with one minute to rest in
between. They would go until someone submitted or was pinned for a count of
five.

Ken called both wrestlers to the center of the mat to issue final
instruction. Sara and Barry looked nice as a couple, but ridiculous as
wrestling opponents. Barry was seven inches taller than Sara and outweighed
her by ninety pounds. Furthermore, his arms were almost twice as thick as
hers although his muscles were not nearly as well defined. His legs were
half-again as thick, but again, her legs had much greater muscularity.

Finally Ken gave them the signal to start and Sara and Barry locked arms.
Barry was amazed at how hard Sara's muscles were. He could feel them surge in
his hands every time she tensed or relaxed. Her muscles felt dense and
compact. They felt like coiled steel. It slowly began to dawn on him that he
might have more of a challenge on his hands than he thought.

As these thoughts were going through his head, Sara suddenly sprang into
action with the sudden speed of a jungle cat. She quickly twisted her arms in
such a way so that Barry's lock on her arms was broken. Before Barry knew
what had happened, Sara fell to one knee, wrapped both of her steel band arms
around Barry's legs. Her arms were expertly positioned just behind his knees
when she pulled forward with them.

This caused Barry to fall backwards. He fell hard. Despite the mat that was
under him, the back of Barry's head came down on the mat with such force that
he nearly blacked out.

Be felt dazed and disoriented when Sara used the momentum of him falling
backwards to propelled herself on top of him. She quickly scrambled up to his
shoulders and wrapped the back of her arm around his neck with the full weight
of her upper body pinning his shoulders to the mat.

He did not become fully aware of what was happening to him until he heard the
gasp of the spectators who were shocked at this sudden turn of events.  The
referee Ken began to count: one...two...three...

In a surge of strength that was a combination of panic and instinct, Barry
convulsed his upper body with sufficient strength to throw Sara off of him.
He then got to his feet as quickly as he could. You couldn't call it
scrambling to his feet. In fact, Barry figured that unless he did something
to change his lifestyle drastically, his scrambling days were over.

Meanwhile there were murmurs through the crowd. They were in shock and
disbelief that Sara had almost pinned Barry. The fact that it was so soon
into the match only increased the "wow" factor of it all. Barry was not deaf
to what was being said.

Once Barry was on his feet, several thoughts went through his head. Now he
was sure that he'd underestimated Sara. Not only had she nearly beaten him,
but she did it within the first thirty seconds. The fact that she WOULD have
beaten him if they were using the standard three count wasn't lost on him.

As for Sara, her almost quick defeat of Barry was nearly as big a surprise to
her as it was to him. She was a savvy enough competitor to know, however,
that Barry would be more on his guard from now on.

Barry decided that the smart thing to do was to quickly overpower her using
his superior strength. He knew that she was quicker than him and one look at
both of their bodies made it obvious which one of them would have more
endurance.

Once again they locked arms. Barry then used his superior size and weight to
out leverage his smaller opponent. He shifted his weight to the right in an
attempt to throw her to the mat. However, she adjusted the position of her
left leg to counter this mover. Much to his surprise, her powerful leg
muscles were enough to keep her from being thrown off balance in this way.

Barry decided to simply lift her into the air completely. He figured that if
he could lift her off her feet, he could bring her to the mat with him on top
where he could make the best use of his weight advantage.

Again, this proved easier in theory than in reality because in order to get
her off her feet, he first had to get a firm grip of some part of her body
other than her arms. Every time he tried Sara shifted her weight or ducked
under his grasp or made some other type of counter move that made it
impossible for him to get a firm enough hold. It soon became clear to Barry
and everyone else watching that Sara had the superior skills.

Finally, Barry decided to go for it and make an all out lunge at Sara. She
seemed to be reading his mind, however, because just as he made his move
towards her, she turned her back of him, reached back and grabbed his
outstretched arms and threw her sweet ass into his midsection. Using his own
momentum, she easily tossed him over her back causing him to land flat on
his.

Once again, he landed hard, and once again, Sara pounced on top of him like a
wild beast. He was not so dazed this time, though, so he easily threw her 120
pounds off. Not to be put off for long, Sara got behind him and jumped on his
back as he got on his hands and knees in an attempt to stand.

She pulled one of his arms out from under him and threw her weight to that
side so that both of them went rolling over onto the mat. Again, Sara
outmaneuvered the sluggish Barry who was on his side. She began digging into
him hard trying to roll him over on his back so that she could pin his
shoulders to the mat.

The crowd began to get excited. It looked like Sara might really pull this
thing off! And this time it wouldn't just be a fluke. She really was
outwrestling him. The women were excited by the prospect of a woman beating a
much larger men. Most of the men were secretly turned on by that very same
possibility.

Sara was driving him relentlessly - so relentlessly that he had no chance to
gain the upper hand. He barely had time to breathe. She keep pushing him and
pushing him across the mat until they were out of bounds.

Ken then broke them up and brought them back to the middle of the mat. By
this time, Barry's legs were feeling wobbly and his arms were beginning to
burn. No sound had ever been more welcome to Barry's ears than when time was
called ending the first fall.

Barry walked over to a chair that someone had set up for him and tried his
best to sit down casually and not to collapse into it. His act didn't fool
anybody. Someone brought him a towel and a drink of water.

Sara on the other hand went to her corner and was still bouncing on her feet.
Her friend Jerry came over and massaged her shoulders for her. He asked, "How
do you feel, Champ?"

"I feel good," she replied, "Hell, I feel great!"

"She's just trying to psyche me out," Barry thought to himself. He looked
over at his sexy adversary. He locked eyes with her, and she flashed the same
saucy smile she gave him during his second at bat earlier.  "It's working,"
he thought.

One minute had never seemed so short to Barry. When it was time for the
second fall to begin, it actually crossed his mind to throw in the towel. He
would have believed just yesterday that such a thought would never, ever cross
his mind.

The two met again in the center of the mat and began to circle each other.
After several seconds, Barry advanced with the notion that if he didn't end
this thing pretty soon that it might not end in his favor. Sara sidestepped
him and darted quickly behind him. Suddenly, Barry felt his arms pinned at
his side by Sara's powerful bear hug. He was shocked at how much power the
small young woman could muster.

Sara could barely get her arms all the way around Barry. But she timed it so
that when he exhaled she retightened her grip and managed to lock her hands
around his entire body including his arms at his side. The effect of this was
that Barry found it difficult to fully inhale thus partially cutting of his
oxygen. At this stage in the contest, Barry needed all the oxygen he could
get.   

The spectators began to buzz in unison when Sara managed to lift Barry into
the air. It's true that it took a great effort and she only managed to get
his feet less than an inch off the ground, but she did legitimately dead lift
his entire bulk. It was an impressive display.

When she shifted both of their weights to the left, they tumbled together onto
the padded floor once again. "I think I've got you now," Sara whispered in
his ear.

"Never! No way!" Barry protested. He wished he felt as confident as he
sounded.

Now they were on the ground and grappling it out, but their struggle was more
one-sided than Barry or Sara ever would have believed possible. She seemed to
be everyone at once. Every time Barry turned one way or the other, she seemed
to be ready and waiting for him to make precisely that move. If he managed to
get up on his knees for a second, Sara wrapped her powerful legs around his to
bring him back down. More than once she pinned his shoulders for two or three
seconds. Once she even got him all the way to a four count before he managed
to roll a shoulder off the mat.

They were both drenched in sweat causing their clothes to cling to them.
Sara's nipples became clearly visible through the sports bra she was wearing.
She looked even sexier now than before. 

It was a testament to Barry's fighting spirit that he managed to hold out for
so long against an opponent who was clearly more skilled, faster and in much
better shape. His main advantage was his strength, and he could feel that
slowly drifting away in a sea of perspiration.

Before it was gone completely, Barry called forth one last surge of power and
threw his full almost dead weight at Sara who was caught off guard by a move
that was more desperation than anything else. Here's the thing, though,
sometimes desperation can be a powerful weapon.

Barry managed to pin her shoulders to the mat. Once again a wave of reaction
swept through the spectators. Many expressed disappointment that they might
not get to see the upset that they had come to expect. There were some who
figured that it was about to end in a way that would restore the natural order
of things.

Barry held her for a three count before she flailed, kicked and thrashed her
way out. When she immediately renewed her attack, Barry was beyond grateful
that time was called ending the second fall. He didn't even try to pretend
that he was not almost completely spent. He crawled exhausted over to his
corner.

Again, Sara bounced up and continued bouncing all the way to her corner.
Barry did notice that this time she sat down between falls. "Well, that's
something," he thought. Both wrestlers were brought bottles of water which
they quickly downed.

Barry could hear the others talking. Their main topic was whether or not he
would even have the strength to come out for the third fall. What they didn't
know was that this time, the thought of not coming out didn't cross his mind.
At this point, he knew he was going to lose, but he was going to come out for
that third fall if it killed him. He felt that he owed Sara that much. He
wasn't going to rob her of a clear victory by throwing in the towel. Nor was
he going to lie down and let her win. He was going to give her what she'd
earned - the right to know that she'd won with him giving it everything he
had.

So he struggled to his feet and walked to the center of the mat for the start
of the third fall. Aside from the sweat that soaked her body, Sara looked
much too fresh. When the fall began, Barry and Sara locked arms again.
Sara's arm still felt like steel bands whereas Barry's arms felt more like
rubber bands.

By now it was clear to everyone that it was more a matter of time than
anything else before Sara won the match. She swiftly hip tossed Barry to the
ground and began working on him. She systematically wore every part of his
body down so that he was no longer able to mount any kind of defense.

Still, he did not give up. He was determined to make her work for it. She
began her final drive to pin him for the five count. He got up on his hands
and knees and even managed to fully extend one of his legs to make it harder
for her. Still she kept driving and pulling in an attempt to roll him forward
and pin his shoulders.

They struggled for several seconds. She was high up on his back and neck
trying to pin him. Still he struggled with everything he had. It's just that
in the end, he didn't have enough. She rolled his head forward and applied
pressure to his shoulders. For a second it looked like he might be able to
fight his way out. Then she managed to hook one of her powerful arms around
one his legs. With her other arm around his neck she pulled her two arms
together. He simply had no more strength left to fight.

Sara pulled and rolled until Barry, locked in a cradle hold, heard Ken count
to five. He still tried to kick out, but it was no use. It was over.

Barry lied in a puddle of sweat flat on the mat for several minutes while his
breathing slowly normalized. He heard all the others congratulating Sara,
patting her on the back and expressing their disbelief. No one came over to
see how he was doing. It was as if they were all too embarrassed for him.

Finally, Barry got up under his own power and staggered to the locker room.
As he showered and dressed, he thought about how far he had fallen. "Beaten
by a woman," he mumbled over and over. It didn't matter than he was beaten by
the most formidable woman he'd ever met.

Worst of all, he thought, he'd lost any chance he ever had of having any kind
of relationship with her. It was only then that it occurred to him that
that's what he actually wanted with Sara - a relationship, a romance even. In
the past, most of the time he'd only wanted to fuck attractive women. This
time was different. But what chance did he have now? First he acted like an
asshole at the softball game. Then he let Sara beat him in wrestling.

"How will she ever have any respect for me?" he asked himself.

When he finally emerged from the locker room, the gym was mostly empty. There
were a few people working on exercise machines in another room, but anyone who
knew anything about the recent "battle of the sexes" were long gone. Or so he
thought.

When he got to the exit, Sara was sitting on a bench near the door. She
smiled at him and said, "You owe me a dinner."

"You still want out go out with me?" he asked.

"If you're willing," she said. "The last man I beat in wrestling almost
immediately broke up with me."

Barry didn't know what to say. "Are you...I mean...are you sure?"

"Why not?" she said, "I like you, and you're kind of cute in a troglodyte sort
of way. But, let's not make it tonight. I think we both need to rest up
tonight."

"You don't look tired. You look fresh as a daisy."

"I was trying to be nice," she said. "Anyway, how does Saturday night work
for you?"

"Fine! Great!" he replied.

"Good." She asked him for his phone which he gladly handed over. She entered
her number into it and handed it back. "Call me later, and we'll pin down the
details." Barry wasn't sure if "pin down" was a reference to his recent
ass-kicking, but he didn't care

"And, seriously, rest up for Saturday," she said, "If things go the way I
hope, I'm going to be showing you some more of my moves around ten o'clock."
As she started to leave she turned and said, "And these moves will be clothing
optional." Then with an extra sexy wiggle of her fine, fine ass she was gone,
and Barry was in love!

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