The small arena is humming with excitement as the big, heavily muscled wrestling champion steps out into the circular pit where he will defend his title tonight. The women in the well-dressed and affluent audience oohh and aah as he arrogantly struts around the mat, a superior sneer on his face, flexing his powerful musculature and showing off his oiled physique, clad only in a tiny, purple, body-builder style posing bikini which fits perfectly around his sensual, round butt. His name is Rambo Stone, and at, 25, he is an adonis, rippling with heavy, well-defined muscles that quicken the pulse and breathing of each of the stylish and attractive females in the audience. He is the undefeated wrestling and bodybuilding champion of the Spectrum Sports Club, the most exclusive health club in the city. Champ for the past three years, he has never even come close to losing, and expects to win especially easily tonight, for reasons which will become clear in a moment.
Suddenly the room is hushed as Rambo's opponent steps into the ring. One could hear a pin drop as the spectators study her, for yes, the challenger tonight is a woman, the first ever to fight for the club's heavyweight wrestling championship. The club has been in an uproar since the match was announced; such a event was completely unheard of. Although virtually everyone scoffs at the idea of a mere woman challenging the powerful male champ, the arena is jammed with eager spectators.
But the challenger is no ordinary woman, as both the audience and Rambo realize when she slowly slips off her short, white silk robe, which ends just above her hips, and shows off her darkly bronzed, curvy, feminine, but massive thighs and legs. Cora Jones* is tanned, toned, oiled, and...magnificently muscled. Indeed, at 5' 8" in height and 225 pounds, she outweighs the champ. But she is as feminine as she is muscular. Wearing only a skimpy, topless bikini, really just a narrow elastic string, with a tiny, thin, upside down triangle of taut snakeskin pattern lycra-spandex which barely covers her pubic mound, and another tiny triangle which covers a somewhat larger part of her muscular rump, the brawny amazon evokes gasps of admiration as she steps up toe to toe to confront the now, noticeably aroused Rambo. With her imposing bronzed breasts jutting free and coming to within an inch of the male wrestler's muscular chest, Cora smiles confidently and flexes her heavyweight muscles, which bulge shockingly huge. They even slightly surpass those of the heavily favored champ in size and thickness, a fact that some of the more observant spectators notice, to their amazement. Her thickly muscled neck, broad bulging shoulders, rippling python arms and huge flaring thighs are breathtaking, and drip with both raw sex and raw power. But her massively muscled physique is not the most amazing thing about Cora. The most amazing thing is that she is 64 years old, a grandmother of 5!
Six years ago she took early retirement from her position as CEO of a major corporation, and decided to devote herself to bodybuilding and martial arts, especially wrestling, now that women were becoming at least partially accepted in these sports, if only in competition against other women. But Cora, who proudly proclaimed that, though a loving granny, "I never bake cookies!", was determined to compete against men. "After all," she told friends who were amazed that a divorced grandmother would take up bodybuilding, much less wrestling, especially at her age, "I forced men to submit to me in the boardroom and now I am going to make them submit to me on the wrestling mat." So, for the past six years, she has been pumping heavy iron, packing on over 50 pounds of rock hard muscle, and winning a number of bodybuilding contests, earning a black-belt in karate, and taking boxing, kick-boxing, and wrestling lessons from a well-known male instructor. In fact, rumor has it that before she challenged Rambo, Cora had wrestled her instructor in a private, submissions only match, and roughed him up pretty badly.
Then she had demanded permission to wrestle men in the popular club matches. She had enjoyed attending these fights as a spectator. Expensively clad in a sexy micro-miniskirt(which showed off her thick, curvy, python-like thighs and butt), high-heels and tight, sleeveless blouse, she always got a lot of attention from the other spectators, for Cora was now buffed to massive, muscular proportions; indeed she was bigger than most of the male wrestlers she witnessed being defeated by the cocky champ, Rambo. After watching Rambo easily dominate and destroy his challengers, Cora was both aroused by his raw, muscular sexuality and irritated by his extreme macho arrogance. She was confident she was now strong and skilled enough to outwrestle the haughty Rambo and take his title. She decided to enter the pit herself, as a wrestler, and challenge the brawny male champ. The club leadership was stunned by her demand to wrestle at all and when she told them she wanted to wrestle the male champion for his title they had refused permission until Cora threatened to sue, then, grudgingly, they relented. When Rambo heard his next challenger would be a woman, he announced that she better not think he would go easy on her. He enjoyed beating up and degrading his victims, usually dragging their whimpering bodies directly in front of the club's videocam(which recorded all the matches for the club's video library), so their humiliation would be preserved for posterity, and the viewing pleasure of all the club members.
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As the brawny grapplers listen to the ref explain the rules they stare each other down, flex their biceps, and actually touch the fronts of their bikinis against each other, doing a kind of pre- match lambada that causes many women in the audience to moan in lust. Both of the massively built rivals ooze eroticism as much as they exemplify power. In fact, the air is charged with a kind of sexual electricity that everyone feels, especially the two fabulously muscled heavyweight wrestlers. "Ooh- la-la, honeybuns, that's a big gun you've got down there, " smiles Cora, as she gently brushes the front of her bikini a little harder onto the clearly outlined phallus of the aroused muscle-man, "It's going to be hard keeping my mind on wrestling, with a body like yours." "Enjoy it while you can, old lady, 'cause soon as the bell rings I'm gonna take you apart!" Rambo arrogantly replies. Though taken aback for a moment with the mature stronglady's size("God, where did she get those thighs?", he gulps to himself), his natural chauvinism quickly returns. He is confident the match will take only 3 or 4 minutes at most, no longer than any of his other title defenses, and probably a lot less..
The ref announces, "Ladies and gentlemen, wrestling for the coveted club heavyweight wrestling title tonight, in a submissions only match, let me first introduce our champion, at 5'10", 215 pounds, and 25 years of age, in the purple bikini, Rambo Stone!" The audience, especially the women, cheer adoringly as Rambo exhibits his superbly chiseled, almost naked physique for his fans, flexing, primping and posing in an incredibly arrogant, superior way. He gives a knowing smile to many of the wealthier women in the crowd who have paid him well for his "services"(he is a much-in-demand gigolo and stud) and call out to him now, "Hi there, handsome! Love that butt! Call me, Ram!" But the arena is filled with a doubting silence as the cocky champ's unlikely opponent is introduced, "And our challenger, the first woman to wrestle for the heavyweight championship, at 5'8", 225 pounds, and 64 years young, in the snakeskin micro-bikini, musclelady Cora Jones!" Cora hits a biceps shot that again brings gasps of admiration from the crowd. Although her body is that of a muscle goddess, she clearly is a woman of a certain age, with a fleshy face and thick gray blonde hair teased into an expensive designer cut. The crowd politely but briefly applauds the challenger, for it is clear no one gives the grandmother - despite her massive physique - a chance against the powerful male champ.
The wrestling mat is in a round pit, sunken a few feet below the first circle of seats, which brings the audience close to the two gladiators as they slowly promenade around its perimeter, still proudly flexing and showing off their huge muscles to the ogling audience and each other. Then the wrestlers turn their attention exclusively to each other, one circling the other, both looking for an opening. "C'mon, granny, let's get this over with. I won't hurt you too much, I promise," sneers Rambo. "OK, champ, how about a test of strength?" answers Cora, who is as aroused as her opponent and extends her thick, python-like arms out and up towards the champ, inviting him to lock up with her in a trial of brute force. Rambo confidently accepts, and the two gladiators entwine their fingers, but Rambo is shocked to feel the power in the hands and arms of the lady wrestler. For several minutes the fighters grunt and groan in exertion, and sweat begins to pour down their gleaming, muscled bodies. Normally at this point in the match the agressive male champ has crushed his opponent's resistance but the heavyweight lady wrestler is rock solid, her massive legs, back and arms rippling with power. The big man is clearly straining, his nostrils flaring in frustration as his muscles bulge and quiver with effort, but he is unable to budge his 225 pound female challenger. Then, unbelievably, Cora begins to gain the advantage over the wide-eyed Rambo, and as the spectators murmur their surprise pushes him backward inch by struggling inch. "How does it feel to be outmuscled by an old lady, tough guy?" she asks, gradually taking control of Rambo's arms, bringing their super buffed bodies closer and closer, until they are cheek to cheek and the fronts of their skimpy bikinis are again lightly, but erotically, brushing together, arousing them both. The audience is stunned by the raw power of Cora as well as her sexuality, as she grunts her pleasure before the excited crowd.
Suddenly, Rambo - growing desperate - rams his knee deep into the grandmother wrestler's belly, forcing her to release her grip on his arms. Cora bends over, gasping, and Rambo brings up his other knee into her face, knocking her down. "Now, bitch, we wrestle MY way!" snarls the champ as he brutally twists one of Cora's arms in a excruciating arm-bar, standing over her has she struggles to her knees. The two wrestlers sway back and forth, Cora trying to rise, Rambo bending over her as he employs all his muscle power to break her arm or force her to submit. But the lady gladiator is stronger than any opponent Rambo has ever faced. Slowly, painfully, she begins to rise, her tree-trunk legs ripple and swell with power, forcing Rambo to start giving way, even as he snakes his big arm more tightly around her massive python, putting every ounce of his strength into his arm-bar.
SMASH!! As she gains her feet, Cora clubs Rambo in the face and mouth with her free elbow, once, twice, three times, forcing him to release his hold. Rambo staggers back, stunned and bleeding from the mouth, shaking his head to clear it, and holding his aching jaw. The musclewoman stands in the middle of the pit and proudly flexes her bulging biceps which burst out at well over 18 inches. Her powerful physique is pumped up with the blood and lust of combat and now everyone can see that her massive muscles truly are bigger than the male champion's. It's the sexy challenger's turn to sneer, "C'mon sonny, is that the best you can do?" Totally embarrassed, Rambo is furious. "Why...you... hag! You'll pay for this!" No longer cocky, Rambo carefully approaches his muscular opponent. Cora has a knowing smile on her face as the two bikinied rivals lock up in a collar and elbow, and grunt with effort. They crash down on the mat, wrestling furiously for supremacy!! The crowd is eager now. The mature musclelady has not only broken one of the champ's most powerful holds, something no one has ever done before, she has drawn first blood! Many spectators are standing, leaning over the raised edge, looking down on the sweaty, oiled, entwined gladiators and shouting encouragement to Cora, who has earned the stunned admiration of the crowd by wrestling equally with the male champ.
The fighters thrash violently all over the pit as Rambo tries every hold and dirty trick he knows to bring the buxom, brawny grandmother under control. But she slips away or muscles out each time. For about 20 minutes he continues his attack, but then starts to tire, and Cora becomes the aggressor, attacking the male with a variety of holds, forcing him to expend precious energy in escaping. Now it's Rambo who is on the defensive, his strength fading, his cockiness gone, an increasingly desperate look on his face. He simply can't believe this is happening! Gradually the older musclewoman begins to punish the champ as her darkly tanned and massive body bulges and shines, contrasting sensually with her micro-bikini. The crowd has never seen the champ in trouble before and watch in amazement as the big lady wrestler begins to take charge of the match. Each time Cora applies a hold, it takes the tiring man longer to escape.
Suddenly, she catches him in a tight head-scissors, jamming his face only inches from the front of her bikini, and squeezes him red inside her bulging python legs. The crowd goes wild! Rambo desperately kicks and thrashes in an attempt to escape, but Cora has him! "Now we wrestle MY way," Cora purrs, provoking titters from the spectators. The audience gets another view of Cora's truly massive thighs - feminine curves blended with mankiller sized muscle - as they exert crushing pressure on the neck of the struggling male champion. For the first time in the champ's career, the ref leans down and asks if he wants to submit. Rambo gasps out a choked, "no," as the watching spectators - witnesses to many of Rambo's easy wins - thrill to this incredible role reversal. While the fans talk excitedly among themselves and watch her rippling thighs gradually swallow Rambo's head, Cora enjoys the erotic pressure of his struggling face against her bikini front. "OOOOOOhhhh, is it as good for you as it is for me?" she laughs.
Releasing his head from her oily thighs, Cora grabs a fistful of Rambo's hair and pulls the dazed champ to his feet, loading him on her massive naked shoulders in a backbreaker. Slowly she applies more pressure until the champion is howling in pain. Again, the two wrestlers promenade around the circular pit, only now Cora has made the champ her prisoner, securely held across her massive shoulders as he wriggles helplessly in her grip. She asks the spectators what they think of her new "boytoy," and engages in small talk with them. Some of Rambo's "clients" now taunt him, "You don't look so macho now, honey!" as they revel in his domination by a woman over twice his age. Cora moves to the middle of the ring and puts the champ into an airplane spin. He tries to break free but is outmuscled by the big female bruiser who spins him faster and faster until he is barely conscious.
Finally dumping him on the mat, Cora seizes his legs, wraps her muscled leg around one, hooks her ankle and drops down into a figure- four leg lock that almost tears the champ's knee off! She has the supremely cocky champ completely tied up! The sudden, hideous pain in his legs shocks the champ back into full consciousness. He screams in panic and pain and contorts wildly and violently but can't break free from the musclewoman's grip. The crowd is in a frenzy! Rambo is in agony. He can't feel anything but the horrible pain this incredibly muscular old lady is inflicting on him; he can't think, but, after several long minutes of brutal punishment he knows he can't take any more. Finally, frantically, he taps out, and screams, "I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT! Please, somebody! Make her stop!" The ref signals Cora to break the hold and she gradually unsnakes her massive leg from around the beaten male wrestler's, then stands to have her hand raised by the referee as he announces, "The winner of the first fall, by submission, in 36 minutes, stronglady Cora!"
The crowd, though in shock at the outcome, cheers enthusiastically for they are in awe of the thickly muscled grandmother and disgusted with the dirty tactics of Rambo. Word spreads like wildfire throughout the club of the amazing older strongwoman who is demolishing the never defeated male champion. Disbelieving club members crowd to the edge of the wrestling pit to see if the story could be true. The arena is jammed and the noise level is deafening!
The battered champ is swaying to and fro, barely able to stand. He is no longer the handsome, cocky muscle-stud. His face and body are swollen from the pounding Cora has inflicted and his cut and puffy lips drip blood from her elbow smashes. The ref asks him if he wants to concede the match, but he still has his pride; he angrily refuses. He still can't fully believe what has happened. Somehow he must devise a strategy to cope with this ferocious old female wildcat, who has totally outwrestled and outmuscled him so far. For the first time in his wrestling career, Rambo is scared.
The bell rings for the 2nd fall and Rambo cowers near the edge of the pit, clearly intimidated by the wrestling grandmother. What a change from the atmosphere at the beginning of the match! Cora casually strolls out to the middle of the ring, her massive tanned oiled thighs gleaming, rippling and curving sensuously into the tiny snakeskin triangle of her bikini, her big, well-shaped knockers bouncing ever so lightly. Exuding confidence, she hits a bicep shot, and then points and curls her finger at Rambo, "inviting" him to meet her in the middle of the mat. "C'mon, wimp;" she taunts, "I'm just getting warmed up!" The ref tells Rambo, "Get out there!" but the big male champ, a look of fear on his face, still hangs back. Like a flash, Cora darts towards him, grabs a fistful of hair, and puts him in a punishing headlock, dragging the squirming champ out into the middle of the pit, as the audience laughs. Rambo's head is swallowed by the bulging arms of the lady gladiator.
The musclewoman then goes into high gear, her moves almost a blur as she gives the champ, and the audience, a wrestling lesson they will never forget. Headlocks, leglocks, brainbusters, bodyslams, bodyscissors,abdominal stretches, and Boston Crabs, are among the holds Cora inflicts on the now helpless, semi-conscious Rambo in blinding succession. The grandmother wrestler is a juggernaut! The once mighty champion has been reduced to a limp rag doll, totally at the mercy of the massive barebreasted strongwoman.
Finally Cora pulls the woozy man to his feet, wraps her python-like arms around his waist, and squeezes him in a bearhug, before lifting him off his feet and over her head in a perfect suplex. She repeats this several times, and by now Rambo's head is rolling, his body rubber, his mouth hanging open in total exhaustion. The crowd, which had been chanting, "Cora! Cora! Cora!" now demands, "Finish him, finish him!!!" Cora gives her new fans a big smile, and holds up Rambo by his hair with one arm, displaying her "prize" to the appreciative audience. With her other arm, she points to the battered champ and coos, sympathetically to the audience, "Poor dear; he's having a really tough night," provoking more laughter from the fascinated onlookers. The male muscle stud is completely spent, his arms hang uselessly at his side, his eyes can't focus; his tongue hangs out of his mouth; he doesn't even really know where he is anymore.
Cora laughs and demands, "OK, hunk, submit or I'll bust you up good!" The full-bosomed grandmother wraps Rambo in her massive arms one last time and suspends him above the mat in a killer bear hug, pouring on the pressure. "My ribs, my ribs...arggghhhhh," Rambo moans, as the aggressive strongwoman shakes and squeezes him, like a cat toying with a mouse, for the awed audience. Cora brings her wriggling victim close to the videocam, telling the operator, "Make sure you get a closeup of this; I want a picture of his submission on the cover of next month's newsletter!" The camera zooms in close to catch the expression on the champ's face. Rambo's pre-match sneer has been replaced by a look of abject terror. Now he is the defeated one, completely outclassed and at the mercy of a brutal opponent! Vaguely sensing the camera recording his destruction, he protests pitifully, "Oh my god...no, no...please, don't...don't do this to me! Please...!" The once arrogant male's body twitches helplessly, his big arms hang lifelessly, his head rolls upon his neck and his feet, inches above the canvas, droop downward as the grey-haired lady wrestler squeezes him into submission. The champ has had it! The big man is in tears, and finally sobs, "I submit...PLEASE....NO MORE! NO MORE! PLEASE...YOU'RE CHAMP! I SUBMIT! PLEASE...LET ME GO...." The bell rings; the crowd erupts with cheers and applause! Cora has done it! The brawny, buxom older lady gladiator has outwrestled the male champ and forced him to scream his surrender to her!
The spectators have never seen such a decisive, total victory before. Slowly, majestically, the bronzed musclewoman raises the broken man above her head, extending her rippling arms straight up, as Rambo whimpers in terror. She slowly turns in a circle, displaying her raw sensual power as her mahogany tanned body gleams with oil and sweat. The audience falls silent, mesmerized by the massive muscularity of the triumphant lady gladiator, holding the utterly humiliated and defeated ex-champion above her head as a victory trophy. Finally, Cora gently lowers Rambo to the mat, holding him briefly at chest level to give him a wet, deep kiss and says, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Thanks hon, for a nice match. I'm always available for some friendly wrestling lessons, or even a re-match, if you've got the nerve."
Cora stands over the now unconscious ex-champ, straddling him with her legs, the epitome of freaky, finely aged fembeef, and busts a victorious pose, hitting a final bulging biceps shot that wows the audience. In a few minutes, the still unconscious Rambo will be carried from the ring in a stretcher, and taken to the hospital with three broken ribs. But now, placing one foot on his heaving chest as he lies gasping in exhaustion, completely beaten, spread-eagled on the mat, the ref raises one of the pretty grandmother's massive arms and announces, "Winner of the 2nd fall, in 16 minutes, and the match, in 52 minutes, by consecutive submissions, and the new Heavyweight Wrestling Champion of the Spectrum Sports Club, Ms. Cora Man-Crusher Jones !"
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