She Doesn't Bake Cookies !!
by supreme
An older heavyweight lady bodybuilder wrestles the male champion of an exclusive sports club.


The small arena is murmuring with excitement as the big, heavily muscled 
wrestling champion steps out into the circular pit where he will defend 
his championship tonight. The women in the well-dressed and attractive 
audience oohh and aah as he struts around the mat, flexing his muscles 
and showing off his oiled physique, clad only in a tiny, purple, body-
builder style posing bikini. His name is Rambo Stone, and at, 25, he is 
an adonis, as well as 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. A 
hushed awe descends 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. But this is no ordinary woman, as both the 
audience and Rambo realize when she slowly slips off her short, white 
velure robe, which ends just above her hips, and shows off her curvy, 
feminine, but thickly muscled thighs and legs. 
	 
Cora Jones is tanned, toned, oiled, and...magnificently muscled. Indeed, 
at 5' 11" in height and 225 pounds, she actually outweighs the champ. 
Wearing only a skimpy, topless thong, 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 small 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 breasts 
jutting free and hanging, just an inch from the chest of the male 
wrestler, Cora flexes HER muscles, which easily rival those of the champ 
in size and thickness. 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 !!!! 

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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 beat men in the boardroom and now I want to beat them on 
the wrestling mat." So, for the past several years, she has been 
pumping heavy iron, 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 forced him to scream his 
surrender to her. Then she had demanded permission to wrestle men in 
the popular club matches. 

She had enjoyed attending these fights as a spectator. Clad in a sexy 
micro-miniskirt(which showed off her thick, curvy, python-like thighs), 
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 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 had refused permission until Cora threatened to 
sue, then relented. But when Rambo heard his next challenger would be 
a woman, he scoffed 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 
continue to 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. 
In fact, the air is charged with a kind of sexual electricity that 
everyone feels, especially the two sensuously muscled wrestlers. "Ooh-
la-la, honeybuns, that's a dangerous weapon you've got 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 no longer than 3 or 4 minutes at 
most, no longer than any of his other title defenses. 

The ref announces, "Ladies and gentlemen, wrestling for the coveted club 
heavyweight wrestling championship tonight, in a submissions only 
match, let me first introduce our champion, at 5'11", 201 pounds, and 
25 years of age, in the purple bikini, Rambo Stone!" The audience, 
especially the women, go wild as Rambo exhibits his superbly muscled, 
almost naked physique for his adoring fans. He gives a superior, 
knowing smile to many of the wealthier women in the crowd who have paid 
him well for his" services"(for he is a much-in-demand gigolo and stud) 
and call out to him now, "Hi there, handsome! Love that butt! Call me, 
Ram!" "And our challenger, the first woman to wrestle for the 
heavyweight championship, also at 5'11", 225 pounds, and 64 years young, 
in the snakeskin thong, stronglady Cora Jones!" Cora hits a biceps shot 
that 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 hair pulled back in a tight bun. The 
crowd's applause is polite but light, for no one gives the muscular 
grandmother a chance against the cocky male champ. 

The wrestling mat is in a circular pit, sunken a few feet below the 
first circle of seats, which brings the audience extremely close to the 
two gladiators as they slowly circle each other, each 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. Finally, Cora 
begins to gain the advantage over the shocked Rambo, and as the 
spectators murmur their surprise pushes him backward inch by inch. "How 
does it feel to be outmuscled by an old lady, tough guy?" asks Cora, as 
she gradually takes control of Rambo's arms, bringing their super buffed 
bodies closer and closer, back to where the fronts of their skimpy 
bikinis are again lightly, but erotically, brushing together, arousing 
them both. The audience is stunned by the raw lust of Cora as well as 
her strength, as she grunts her pleasure before the excited crowd. 

Suddenly the desperate Rambo rams his knee deep into the grandmother 
wrestler's stomach, 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 too strong. Slowly she begins to rise, her 
tree-trunk like legs forcing Rambo to give way, even as he hangs on to 
his arm-bar. SMASH!! As she gains her feet, Cora clubs Rambo with her 
free elbow, once, twice, three times, forcing him to release his hold, 
and soon the two fighters are both down on the mat, wrestling furiously 
for supremacy!! The crowd is eager now, seeing the potential for an 
incredible upset. Many are standing, leaning over the raised edge, 
looking down on the sweaty, oiled, entwined rivals and shouting 
encouragement to Cora, who has earned the stunned admiration of the 
crowd by wrestling equally with the male champ. 

The wrestlers 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 
begins to become 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 cockiness gone, an increasingly desperate, 
even frightened look on his face. Gradually the older musclewoman begins 
to punish the champ more and more 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 disbelief 
as the big lady wrestler begins to overpower him. 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! "Ready to submit, Honey?" Cora 
purrs, but Rambo manages to gasp out a choked, "no." "OK, dear, in 
that case we'll have to get a little rougher," Cora replies. 

Releasing his head from her oily thighs, Cora grabs a fistful of Rambo's 
hair and pulls the dazed champ to his feet, and loads him on her 
massive naked shoulders in a backbreaker. Slowly she applies more 
pressure until the champion is screaming in pain. Cora walks around the 
circular pit carrying the champ, asking the spectators what they think 
of her new "boyfriend," 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 complete 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. 

Finally dumping him on the mat, Cora quickly 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! His screams are 
incredibly loud and piercing! He thrashes 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, 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 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, cheers enthusiastically for they 
are in awe of the densely muscled grandmother and disgusted with the 
dirty tactics of Rambo. Word spreads like wildfire throughout the club 
of the amazing older musclewoman who is demolishing the never defeated 
male champion. Disbelieving club members crowd into the arena to see if 
the incredible story could be true. It's standing room only! 

The battered champ drags himself to one side of the ring and gradually 
regains his feet, though he can tell his legs are almost useless. 
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 frightened of the wrestling grandmother. Cora casually 
struts out to the middle of the ring, 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, again grabbing a fistful of hair, and drags the squirming champ 
out into the middle of the pit, as the audience laughs. 

Cora then proceeds to give 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 the musclewoman inflicts on the now helpless, semi-conscious 
male champion in blinding succession. Finally she pulls the woozy Rambo 
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. The male muscle stud is completely exhausted, 
his arms hang uselessly at his side, his eyes glazed; he doesn't even 
really know where he is anymore. Cora laughs, "OK, chief, time to 
surrender for 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 his submission; I want to get a picture of this on 
the cover of next month's newsletter!" After less than a minute, the 
big man is in tears, and sobs, "I submit...please....no more....I 
SUBMIT...PLEASE let me go...." The bell rings; the crowd goes wild! 
The brawny, buxom older lady gladiator has outwrestled the male champ 
and forced him to scream his surrender to her! Slowly, majestically, the 
massive 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 to the mesmerized 
audience. Finally, Cora gently lowers Rambo to the mat, holding him 
briefly at chest level to give him a wet, deep kiss and murmur, "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, with one foot on his 
heaving chest as he lies gasping in exhaustion, completely beaten, on 
the mat and flexes one of her massive arms. The ref raises the other 
and announces, "Winner of the 2nd fall, in 8 minutes, and the match, 
by two consecutive submissions, our new heavyweight wrestling 
champion, Ms. Cora Jones !" 

THE END