Sophie's 60th
by supreme
A muscular older woman tries to re-invent herself by wrestling a young male bodybuilder.
 



I. THE MOMENT BEFORE THE MATCH 

Big Sophie steps out onto the wrestling mat to confront her male 
opponent, the muscular fitness instructor.  The audience at the 
exclusive health club near Palm Springs, Florida is excited by her 
feminine sensuality as Sophie slowly disrobes, revealing her heavy-set, 
buxom, and extremely muscular physique clad only in a tiny white bikini 
of lycra-spandex. For the moment she still wears her clunky gold 
jewelry, earrings, and bracelets, as well as  her white high-heeled 
pumps, which bring her 5' 7" frame up to the eye level of the big male, 
who stands 5'10".   Her tanned skin contrasts beautifully with her white 
bikini and thick, silvery hair.  That's right, silvery hair.  You see, 
Sophie is celebrating her 60th birthday,  today, by challenging the 
club's head fitness instructor and bodybuilding champion, 23 year old 
Hunter Oaks, to a no-holds-barred, submissions only wrestling match!! 

How did this unlikely match come to be? 

II. THE BACKGROUND 

Hunter Oaks knew he had an easy life.  A recent college graduate, who 
had majored in PE and girls, he had been a star on the varsity wrestling 
team and had won several bodybuilding competitions. Gorgeously handsome, 
he always had his way with women, from the coeds who flocked around him 
at school to the older women who hired him to be their "escort" for an 
evening, or two, or three. His post-college job had been especially 
lucrative, and undemanding. Teaching fitness, and self-defense to a 
bunch of retired Jewish ladies at the elite West Palm Athletic Club,  
near Palm Beach, Florida,  had easy hours and reasonable pay.  The women 
weren't bad, either.  Although most of his students were in their 50's 
and 60's,  many were in excellent shape, from years of aerobics and 
weight training. Mostly the wives of wealthy husbands, they had the 
money and leisure to pamper themselves with expensive skin treatments, 
face-lifts, and other tricks to keep them, if not exactly young, 
surprisingly sexy looking.  A few were amazingly buffed, and had 
competed on the bodybuilding circuit. These ladies liked to flaunt their 
still muscular and toned bodies by wearing really, really, tiny bikinis, 
and flirting with Hunter, who liked to show off in a revealing bikini 
himself,  in the club's sauna and hot tub, where they often went after a 
hard workout.  Even though these older muscle-ladies were well over 
twice his age, Hunter enjoyed the physical contact, and the mutual oil 
massages  they had often exchanged in the hot tub, or secluded corner of 
the sauna or steam room.  Indeed,  more than a few paid him well to go a 
"little further" than the ordinary massage, and after two years on the 
job Hunter had probably oiled down and brought to orgasm, with the aid 
of his very potent and impressive cock, every woman in the club between 
the ages of 17 and 70.  He had many repeat customers, and a growing 
number had brought Hunter back to their condos, when their elderly 
husbands were out golfing or fishing,  for his "full-service" special, 
which invariably left the woman exhausted but happy, and Hunter 
considerably wealthier. 

A few months ago, the muscle-matrons had asked Hunter to start a body-
building and wrestling class, and Hunter agreed.  There was a long 
waiting list to get into the class, for Hunter was the most popular 
instructor among all the women at the club, but he limited each session 
to 10 students, so he could give each lady plenty of "individual 
attention."  In a class session, no one wore very much, Hunter and his 
female students both sporting only brief bikinis.  The whole atmosphere 
of the class was very sensuous and erotic, and the women were literally 
hanging all over Hunter, as the big, muscular male showed them various 
wrestling holds and escape techniques.  Several times some of the bigger 
women, who actually matched or exceeded Hunter's weight of 185 pounds, 
got into playful wrestling matches with him that often ended with the 
woman topless, which didn't seem to embarass or shock anyone. 

One of these bigger women was Sophie, a pretty 59 year old from 
Brooklyn, who still proudly called herself a JAP(jewish american 
princess) and had all the famous New York City chutzpah, to say nothing 
of her strong accent. She too, had resorted to skin treatments, 
facelifts, and the other strategems of the well-to-do woman of a certain 
age to keep young. But her main weapon in the fight against wrinkles was 
exercise. She had gotten into bodybuilding in her 40's, while still 
living in the City, and had been trained by Laurie Feierstein, one of 
the pioneers in heavyweight female bodybuilding. Sophie had always 
wanted to wrestle, but, as a corporate lawyer, never had the time. 
Unlike most of the other women in the West Palm club, she was a widow.  
As a result, she spent even more time than the others at the club, 
pumping iron and taking all kinds of classes.  As a result she was  more 
muscular, and stronger, than any other woman, and not just women, at the 
club.  She too, had flirted with Hunter in the sauna, but had been put 
off by his chauvinism and conceit.  Still, she wanted him, sexually, but 
only on HER terms, and for FREE.  So, as the class progressed and she 
improved her wrestling skills, she decided on a plan to teach Mr. Macho 
Ladykiller Hunter a lesson he would never forget, and which would bring 
her the sexual pleasure she craved. It might also help her in other 
ways, for as her 60th birthday approached, she had felt bored and 
restless.  She needed something unusual, beyond unusual, to perk up her 
life and help her get a new sense of herself.  Her plan just might 
succeed in doing that. 

The last day of the class was a wrestling tournament.  All the women in 
the class would compete against each other, in an elimination format 
until a ladies champion was decided.  The winner would get a year's free 
membership in the club(which was quite expensive) as well as a date with 
their hunky instructor himself(the date was discreetly understood, but 
unofficial, since most of the lady wrestlers had husbands).  Hunter 
served as referee, clad only in a tiny, striped bikini, for the viewing 
pleasure of the female spectators, who crowded into the aerobics room 
where the tournament was held.  Each of the contestants wore her 
smallest bikini, for they were all extremely vain about their 
hardbodies, and wanted to impress Hunter, as well. 

III. THE CHALLENGE 

Although two women gave Sophie a good fight, she had no trouble 
wrestling her way to the tournament championship, even though her final 
opponent, Rose Vogelsong, was the pre-tournament favorite. Very muscular 
and almost 200 pounds,  at 51 she was a lot younger than Sophie. But 
after an exhausting 50 minute match, and enduring a punishing Boston 
Crab, expertly applied by Sophie, for almost 10 minutes, Rose finally 
tapped out her submission.  Sophie paraded around the mat to display her 
impressive biceps and almost naked body to the appreciative audience, 
meeting Hunter in the center of the ring for the traditional hand 
raising, and a rather long, sensual kiss. Before he could move away 
afterwards Sophie entwined her brawny arm around the male instructor's 
and, turning toward the audience, said in a loud voice, and her best 
Brooklyn accent,  "Hey you guys, I have an announcement to make!" Hunter 
had a puzzled look on his face as he waited for her to continue, but was 
quite impressed with the firmness of her grip around his arm, as well as 
the size of the arm itself; heck, it was easily as big and thickly 
muscled as his own.  "I want to challenge our macho instructor, here, 
hunky Hunter, to a submissions wrestling match, to see if he is really 
as good on the mat as I've heard he is in bed !"  The crowd went wild at 
this outrageous challenge!   Hunter went red with embarrassment, saying, 
"Wait a minute; I'm a college trained champion wrestler; you wouldn't 
have a chance, lady." "Oh, come on, big boy," replied Sophie, "you 
aren't afraid an old Jewish lady can outwrestle you, ARE you?"  The 
spectators were abuzz at this turn of events, especially since Sophie, 
naked except for a thin leopard print bikini, her body sweat-slick and 
covered with oil, was in skin to skin contact with the man she had 
challenged to a submission style wrestling match,  and Hunter was also 
scantily clad, in a very revealing bikini.  The atmosphere was thick 
with sexual tension, and everyone could feel it, including Sophie and 
Hunter, who's bikini had a distinctly large, phallic bulge in it now. 
Seeing the crowd laughing and demanding that he accept her challenge, 
Hunter reluctantly agreed, but privately said to himself, "I'm gonna 
kick that old broad's fat ass for this." 

Sophie stipulated that she wanted to wrestle Hunter in one week, which 
would be her 60th birthday. "I've always wanted a man for my birthday!" 
she laughingly told her friends, who were tremendously excited by the 
unheard-of confrontation.  The entire West Palm Athletic Club was in an 
uproar about the match, and it was decided that it woud take place in 
the largest aerobics classroom,  where temporary bleachers could be 
wheeled in.  Interest in the match was so great the club management 
realized it could  make some money, and, after meeting with Sophie and 
Hunter, made the match a pay-to-view event,  with one half of the gate 
going to the winner of the match, and the rest going to the club. Hunter 
was delighted with this, since he figured he would easily dispose of his 
elderly female challenger and collect the purse,  which at 20 dollars a 
head,  promised to be fat. 


IV. THE TV SHOW 

Anticipation about this battle of the sexes grew all week.  Everyone was 
talking about it, and betting on the outcome had been heavy, with almost 
all the male club members putting their money on Hunter and a quick win, 
but with many of their wives defying them, and daring to bet on Sophie.  
A TV station had heard about the match, and invited the two opponents to 
appear together on a Palm Beach talk show the day before the match was 
scheduled, along with Gabe Green the president of the West Palm Athletic 
Club.  Hunter refused until Gabe, himself, told him he had better show 
up. Sophie looked forward to the show so much she bought a new outfit to 
wear for it.  She electrified the stage hands in the studio when she 
showed up in full warpaint, wearing a low cut spandex leopard spot bra, 
cut low to expose her ample cleavage, as well as a bare midriff and 
black micro-skirt, which showed off her tan, curvy, pretty, and 
massively muscled legs. Her sensuous feet were encased in leopard spot 
pumps, matching her bra.  In the studio, Gabe sat between the Hunter and 
Sophie as they were interviewed by Brittany Shrum, the show's host.  
Britanny was obviously taken with Hunter, and quickly slipped him her 
home phone number, but was almost openly rude to Sophie. Hunter 
predicted that he would force Sophie to quit in less than five minutes. 
"She's strong for a woman," he conceded, "but clearly no match for a 
man. I'll be gentle with her, though, heh, heh.  But there's just no way 
some old hag,er, I mean, lady, can step into the ring with a top flight 
male wrestler and survive.  It's stupid." Sophie was asked condescending 
questions about why, not only as a woman, but as a much older woman, she 
wanted to challenge a powerful young male to a wrestling match in front 
of a large crowd of people, no less. Wasn't she afraid of being 
embarrassed, or injured? She was a little hurt by the last question, but 
smiled back that she was confident she wouldn't be hurt or humiliated. 
"As for why, well, I don't know for sure, but I guess I've reached a 
time in my life where I need to challenge myself, test my limits, and 
see how far I can go." However, Britanny wouldn't let it go, "But 
really, now, MS. Morgenstern(in a belittling tone)don't you think you're 
too old for this, that you're making a fool of yourself?" Sophie, though 
hurt by the rudeness of the question, smiled again and said quietly, 
"We'll have to wait and see what happens at the match, won't we?" The 
last question to both wrestlers was: what are you doing special to train 
or motivate yourself?  Hunter snorted, "Hell, nothing.  It's gonna be 
over in less than 5 minutes; don't need to do anything special." Sophie 
laughed. "I'm practicing what Hunter taught me, and a few other things, 
and last night, I went out and got THIS."  She had the camera zoom in on 
her massive right shoulder, which sported a sexy "iron butterfly" 
tattoo. "I'm hoping it brings me luck," Sophie explained.  At the 
request of Gabe Green, both rivals cautiously shook hands, and Sophie 
said(thinking of Hunter's romantic activities),"Make sure you get plenty 
of rest tonight before the match, Hunter.  I don't want any excuses when 
I beat you."  Everyone in the studio laughed except for Hunter and 
Britanny. Driving home to her empty, lonely house, Sophie reflected that 
the TV bimbo hadn't bothered to ask her if she would win. Sophie knew 
that even her friends, although supportive of her, really thought she 
didn't have a chance. "Well, old girl," she mused, "it won't be the 
first time I've proved them wrong!" 


V. MOMENTS BEFORE 

 9 P.M. the next evening was match-time.  Over 300 people crowded into 
the large aerobics hall on the mobile bleachers, which looked down on an 
official wrestling ring, complete with ropes, that would be the sight of 
Sophie's challenge.  At nine exactly Hunter strode down theaisle and 
leapt up into the ring.  Wearing a tiny, striped bikini which showed off 
his thick, muscularlegs and prominent glutinous maximous, he attracted 
wolf-whistles fromthe many women in the audience. He paraded around the 
ring, hitting bicep shots and waving at his mostly female fans. 

Next came the birthday-girl herself, and everyone in the audience, 
including, Hunter was electrified by her appearance, for Sophie had 
decided to "let it all hang out." Making her way with regal slowness 
down the aisle, she was clad in a sexy white mink coat which ended right 
at her curvacious hips, that showed off her gorgeous, massive, silky-
smooth thighs and legs, shapely, tanned, and gleaming with wrestling 
oil.  Her other outside costume consisted of her 3 inch heels, and 
glittering jewelry. To top it off she had had her hair done in Palm 
Beach's most expensive beauty salon, and was displaying her new "do", a 
frosted silver perm that contrasted sensually with her oiled, gleaming 
bronze skin. Stepping daintily, in lady-like fashion up into the ring, 
she paraded around once as her fans chanted her name(Sophie had gained 
the admiration of many women, including quite a few who were also 
devoted to Hunter).  At length, she slipped off her mink robe, to reveal 
a physique of incredible musculature and femininity, and half the 
audience gasped in awe.  No one had realized before just how buffed the 
matronly but pretty strong-woman really was. Now they saw she was every 
bit as thickly muscled, albeit with beautiful curves, as her male 
opponent. 

VI. THE MATCH 

Unnoticed until now, the referee steps into the ring, and everyone is in 
for another shock.  It's none other than Rose Vogelsong!!  She is clad 
only in a skimpy red bikini, herself(which contrasts nicely with her 
olive skin),  and sports impressive muscles.  Rose brings the two 
wrestlers together in the middle of the ring and explains, "Gabe thought 
I would be the best choice, since I was second in the tournament and 
don't take shit off anybody(here she glares at Hunter, who had made fun 
of her during the wrestling class).  At 5'9", 200 lbs., she is an 
extremely powerful woman, even bigger, if not quite as muscular, as 
Sophie and Hunter. 

Rose  announces the match, "First, at 185 pounds, 5'10", and 23 years 
old:  our head wrestling instructor  and bodybuilding champion, Hunter 
Oaks!!" The audience cheers, but most of their attention is still on 
Sophie, who now slowly, sensually, takes off, her jewelry and pumps, 
piece by piece, handing them to Rose, who then says, "And now, the 
challenger, from Brooklyn, USA, at 190 pounds, 5'7", and celebrating her 
60th birthday, Sophie "Tough-Lady" Morgenstern !!"  The crowd goes wild, 
standing to give Sophie an ovation as she goes into an erotic posing 
routine.  Her teeny thin white lycra bikini barely covers her pubic 
mound and her surprisingly firm butt.  Sophie's skimpy bra doesn't even 
fully cover her aureoles, much less her breasts. Her slight matronly 
paunch actually adds to her sensual appeal as she flaunts her body for 
the adoring crowd. Even Hunter loses focus for a few moments. Standing 
across from her in the ring, hands on hips, he feels his thick phallus 
grow erect and stretch hard against the thin restraining fabric of his 
lycra bikini.  He had to admit that, old broad or not, Sophie had a hell 
of sexy body. With effort, he puts Sophie's imposingly seductive 
physical aura out of his mind. 

"C'mon you bitches, let's get this thing started, I got two dates 
tonight and don't need to waste anymore time before I beat you up 
Sophie!," Hunter snarls.  Sophie smiles but says, "Oh, no you don't big 
boy.  Remember the date I won with you?  Tonight you belong to me, in 
the ring, and ...umm, out of it, cutie-pie! After we wrestle and you 
submit, we are going to try some more strenuous activity!"  She gives 
Rose a knowing smile and both of the muscular older women laugh.  "OK, 
you two," says, Rose, "It's no-holds-barred, submission only;  wrestle 
at the bell!!" 

Ding! The two gladiators come out from their corners and circle each 
other. Hunter, furious that this thing had become such a circus, could 
kick himself for ever agreeing to teach a wrestling class.  "Gave those 
old broads some stupid ideas," he thought.  But now he was going to end 
the charade in a couple of minutes. 

Sophie, though nervous, is confident she can outmuscle Hunter - she has 
been pumping heavy iron for several years - and invites him to lock up 
with her in a test of strength, waving her fingers in front of the 
muscleman.  Hunter pretends to accept, but then ducks under Sophie's 
arms, and grabs her in a ferocious bearhug! He lifts her up to where her 
feet are dangling above the canvas and locks in his hold with a 
vengeance.  "OK, shows over bitch; submit or I'll squeeze you asleep!," 
he threatens.  For almost a minute Sophie is too stunned to respond.  
Some of the men in the audience who have bet on Hunter smile at each 
other and wave their hands dismissively at the ring, laughing, "She's 
gone!"  But Sophie gradually regains her senses and pulls up her big 
thighs around Hunter's waist, locks her ankles behind his back and 
squeezes with all her might!  Hunter gasps in surpise and pain; he can 
feel the silk-smoothness of Sophie's thighs as they swell with power 
against his vulnerable midsection. The stronglady's thick legs are 
forcing the breath out of his body, but he hangs on grimly.  Sophie gets 
her hands under the male wrestler's chin and pushes up, and soon Hunter 
can only see the roof.  He starts staggering around the ring with 
Sophie, trying desperately to keep his balance as she tortures him with 
her powerful scissors. Finally, he can stand no more and crashes 
backward onto the mat with Sophie on top.  The big woman keeps her legs 
locked around his waist and grabs his arms, forcing them flat on the 
canvas. Hunter can barely breathe now.  The audience, which had watched 
the first part of the match in near silence, now comes alive!  They had 
not really believed that Sophie could last more than a couple of minutes 
with the brawny male, but she was proving she could take whatever he 
could give. Hunter bridges up on his legs and tries to move toward the 
ropes, where Sophie will have to break her hold(even in a "no-holds- 
barred" match, there are restrictions). Sophie sees she doesn't have the 
leverage to force him to submit so she releases her scissors and 
grapevines his legs, stopping his attempt to gain the ropes.  For a 
minute the wrestlers writhe together in this erotic position; indeed it 
looks more like they are making love than fighting each other. Sophie 
finally releases her man and goes for a headscissors, but Hunter is too 
quick.  Kicking out he smashes her knee and she goes down hard.  Hunter 
quickly takes advantage and wraps Sophie up in a brutal figure-four leg 
lock. Sophie is in big trouble!  She cries out as Hunter cinches in the 
savage hold.  "OK, baby, no escape this time. Submit or I'll break your 
leg!!"  Sophie's pretty face is contorted in pain, and Rose gets on her 
knees to ask her if she wants to submit.  "NO WAY! I'VE NOT YET BEGUN TO 
WRESTLE!," she answers, echoing John Paul Jones. The crowd hears this, 
and many cheer the brave older woman for her guts.  Hunter tightens up 
even more, "C'mon bitch! I'll snap this like a toothpick!" But slowly, 
painfully, Sophie uses her arms to drag herself towards the ring ropes, 
inch by inch.  Hunter tries everything to stop her, but she gradually 
pulls to within an inch or so of the ropes as the crowd again comes 
alive. 

Just as Sophie grabs for the ropes, Hunter breaks his hold, grabs her by 
the leg and drags her back to the center of the ring, and tries to re-
apply the figure four, but Sophie unloads a desperate punch into his 
solar plexus that brings him down gasping.  For a split second both 
wrestlers are lying on top of each other but then Hunter rips off 
Sophie's bra and winds it around her neck in a brutal choke hold.  The 
crowd boos this illegal(even in no-holds-barred) and dangerous move .  
Sophie's face goes red, then purple and her eyes start rolling.  Rose 
screams for Hunter to break the hold but the big male is crazed with 
rage and out of control.  Suddenly Hunter feels two powerful arms snake 
around his neck.  Rose has HIM in a choke hold.  She pours on the 
pressure until Hunter finally releases Sophie, and then drags him back 
across the ring, punching him once in the face and ordering him to stay 
put.  Sophie is slumped on the canvas, trying to regain her senses, 
holding her damaged throat.  Rose gets up close, gently puts her hands 
around Sophie's wrists,  and says softly, "Hon, listen, I'm going to 
stop the match, disqualify that bastard and declare you the winner.  He 
could have killed you." But Sophie looks up and says, "No, Rosie, 
please...don't. This is my birthday....I wanted... to prove to 
everybody....to... myself....that I'm not just some fat old broad with 
an attitude. I want...to win this thing the hard way....by making him 
submit...I know I can do it Rosie...OK?" Sophie is almost in tears, her 
eyes wet and glossy, but there is a determined look on her lovely, 
mature face, that impresses Rose. Rose smiles, "OK, hon, it's your 
call." Then, whispering in Sophie's ear, "Go get him, Tough Lady!" 

Sophie decides to leave her top off, throwing it to an embarrassed Gabe 
Green, who is sitting next to his wife. Luckily, for him, she is a big 
fan of Sophie's! Rose restarts the match and Sophie gets to her feet as 
Hunter rushes acrossthe ring, determined to finish off his weakened 
opponent.  But Sophie meets him with a spinning-heel kick to the jaw 
that knocks him down and gets a roar from the audience. Hunter is dazed 
but gets up quickly, and charges like a bull.  This time Sophie jumps up 
and delivers a devastating kick to Hunter's forhead which lays him out 
flat, only semi-conscious. In a flash, Sophie is on him and now wraps 
HIM up in a figure-four, forcing him to scream in pain. "Hey Huntie 
baby, I didn't just take your class; I took kickboxing too," Sophie 
laughs.  Hunter tries desperately to break the hold, but the big female 
bruiser is too strong. Now it's Hunter's turn to thrash helplessly on 
the mat, as the mature strong-lady pours on the power!  Sophie's 
beautiful bronzed legs bulge and shine in the ring lights as they coil 
and ripple around Hunter's like two giant pythons. She really has the 
arrogant male wrestler tied up and cinched in, almost swallowed in her 
massive thighs. Rose kneels down and asks Hunter if he wants to submit; 
he screams out an expletive, but there is fear in his eyes.  Sophie's 
eyes have the look of a killer, now; she knows what she has to do to and 
how to do it. "Don't bother asking him to submit, Rose," she warns, 
"I've got other plans for him."  The crowd is almost in a frenzy, 
sensing the incredible turnabout which is occurring.  In a last 
desperate attempt to escape the strongwoman's hold, Hunter tries to drag 
his and Sophie's body's towards the ring rope, even as he screams from 
the tremendous punishment she is inflicting.  But Sophie is too heavy 
for him."Oh by the way, Huntie, I fibbed a little about my weight; I'm 
really 198, but a girl doesn't like to tell," she laughs. After almost 
15 minutes of torturing the helpless man, Sophie  breaks the hold, and 
saying, "Rest up a sec, Huntie," parades around the ring, flexing and 
pumping, proudly displaying her superb bared breasts, her glistening 
body pumped by exertion, shameless in celebration of her new-found 
confidence and power over still whimpering muscleman lying helpless on 
the mat. The last 15 minutes have been the most important of her life 
and she's a totally different woman now, a wrestling machine, a 
predatory jungle cat. She stalks Hunter, circling him, slowly getting 
closer to where he lies moaning on the mat. Twisting Hunter's left arm, 
until he screams, she comes down and executes four perfect elbow 
smashes, crippling it, then repeats the process on his right arm. 
Grabbing him by the hair, she jerks him to his feet. Hunter's legs are 
gone, totally ruined by the big musclewoman's figure-four, and she holds 
him up by the hair, turning him around and "displaying" him to the 
cheering crowd. Hunter's only defense is to pull on Sophie's big 
forearms with his hands, but he is far too weak now to do much more than 
hold on. "So, Hunter, still think old Jewish ladies can't wrestle?" she 
taunts. Then she slips behind him in a full nelson, leans back to bring 
his feet off the floor, and again parades him around the ring.  Several 
of Hunter's female "fans" in the audience are openly jeering him now, 
taunting, "Wow, Huntie, you don't look so good; better pick on a younger 
woman next time!!" The audience laughs, but Sophie tightens her grip 
further, as Hunter cries, "Help, Help! She's killing me!" Sophie 
whispers into his ear, "Feel my power, Hunter, feel what you have 
awakened!  Not bad for an old broad, huh?" 


Releasing her full-nelson, Sophie spins Hunter around and seizes the big 
male in her own bearhug, lifting him up off the mat. " Her massive, 
bronzed arms gleam and bulge with power as Hunter screams in agony.  His 
legs hang useless; and his battered arms can only slap pathetically 
against the smooth, oiled, rock-hard shoulders and arms of the lady 
wrestler. Soon they dangle limply by his side, too drained by Sophie's 
brutal bearhug to even twitch. His head is rolling, his eyes glazed, his 
face a mask of pain and fear. Sophie whispers menacingly into his ear, 
"Hunter, remember the hold you had me in at the beginning of the match, 
the one you said you would make me submit with?  Well, now I've got you 
in the same hold, and I think my bearhug is better than your bearhug, so 
why don't you go ahead, admit it, dear, and submit?" The spectators are 
on their feet now, screaming their lungs out and chanting, "Sophie, 
Sophie, Sophie."  The big lady wrestler begins to feel a glow of sexual 
power between her heavy legs that surges up into her massive bulging 
arms and she squeezes the once cocky male wrestler even harder until he 
finally sobs and screams, "OH PLEASE, GOD, NO MORE, NO MORE!  I SUBMIT, 
PLEASE, I SUBMIT!!! MAKE HER STOP! PLEASE MAKE HER STOP!" 


Slowly, gently, Sophie loosens her grip and lets the beaten male 
wrestler slip down her incredibly muscular, sweat-slick body, till he is 
on his knees, looking up into her face in terror, tears streaming down 
his cheeks, as she holds him firmly by his hair.  "Please, no more 
Sophie, you're champ; I submit," Hunter moans pleadingly.  Sophie kindly 
lets him slide down to her feet and gently  spreadeagles him on his back 
as he finally passes out in fear and exhaustion. Placing one foot on his 
heaving chest, she notices she forgot to take off her ankle bracelet and 
laughs, and folds  her hands across the back of her neck, to display her 
arms for the news photographers who have leapt into the ring. The 
photographers crowd around the pretty, matronly amazon, who's bulging 
muscles shine with sweat and oil as she flexes and poses in a light-
storm of camera flashes, totally naked except for the tiny white lycra 
triangle, soaked with sweat, that covers her most intimate area.  
Several reporters vie for Sophie's comments about the incredible 
wrestling match she has just won. 

VII. THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT 

Rose comes over and, raising Sophie's hand, announces, "The winner of 
the match, in 46 minutes, by submission, 3000 dollars, and the new 
heavyweight wrestling champion of the West Palm Athletic Club, Ms. 
Sophie Morgenstern !!"  She leans over to Sophie and adds, "Way to go, 
girl!" giving the new champion a hug, "When are you going to give me a 
shot at your title?"  Sophie laughs and says, "Soon, Rosie!"  Then, as 
the excitement begins to die down, Sophie towels off and puts her mink 
back on. Ever since her bearhug, she has been on fire sexually, and is 
consumed with muscle lust for her well-hung opponent. Going over to 
Hunter, who is still out cold, she announces, "Sweetie, you've been VERY 
bad.  You don't know it yet, but you have a new job: Sophie's Boy Toy.  
It's time to take you home, and give you some personal attention;  
besides, you owe me a date." With that, the brawny lady wrestling champ 
puts her defeated male rival across her right shoulder, face down, and, 
patting his muscled rump affectionately, carries him out to her car, 
singing, along with the crowd, "Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to 
me....." 

THE END