Those Brooklyn Girls
by supreme
A tag-team charity wrestling tournament is electrified by the entrance of a female team.

This story continues the adventures of two characters from "Sophie's 
60th," who can be appreciated best by reading that story first. 

Gabe Green wasn't sure.  "You and Rose want to enter the tournament? But 
it's an all-male deal. I don't know if that's a good idea."   "No, Gabe, 
it's not exclusively male; it's just that all the other teams are men.  
So what?  You know I can kick ass, male or female."  The president of 
the West Palm Athletic Club nodded his head.  He had watched Sophie 
Morgenstern destroy her wrestling coach in a sensational match just a 
few months previously. Her incredible victory had led to her current job 
as a fitness instructor, and wrestling coach, at the W.P.A.C., after 
Hunter Oaks, the man whom she defeated, resigned in disgrace after the 
match. Sophie had done a fine job at the club, but now she wanted to 
wrestle men again, in a highly publicized charity tag-team tournament 
organized by the leading health and fitness clubs in the Palm Beach 
area. She also wanted her assistant instructor and friend, Rose 
Vogelsong, to be her partner. Gabe was an old-fashioned sort who had 
trouble with the idea of women competing against men in anything, 
especially wrestling.  He still didn't quite understand how Sophie, a 60 
year old widow, could have beaten the 23 year old Hunter, even though he 
had seen the match with his own eyes, and could also see that Sophie, at 
5'7" and 188 pounds,  was as densely muscled as many male bodybuilders.  
Gabe was a businessman, not an athlete or sports physiologist.   That 
improvements in diet, strength training, and overall fitness techniques 
were extending vigorous and youthful middle age well into the 60's, and 
enabling women who were willing to work hard enough to be competitive 
with men,  made no impression.  Still, Sophie had some pull in the club. 
She was very popular with members, and something of a local celebrity 
after her triumph over Hunter.  And the club would gain favorable 
publicity by participating in the tournament.  He doubted Sophie and 
Rose would get past the first round, but at least the club would be 
represented, and there were no male members of the staff who were as 
good at wrestling as these two crazy women. He reluctantly agreed to let 
Rose and Sophie represent West Palm. 

The women went into frenzied training for the tournament, lifting 
weights, practicing holds and escapes, and improving their stamina.  
They knew they were taking it more seriously than the other entrants,  
male fitness instructors and personal trainers from other Palm Beach 
clubs who would view the tournament as a lark.  This would give them an 
advantage, at least in the first match. After two weeks of hard 
preparation, they were both ready.  Rose, still pretty at 51, looked 
like a combination of Bette Midler and Laurie Fierstein, although she 
was much bigger.  At 5'9", 195 pounds,  and heavily muscled,  she was 
almost as good in the ring as Sophie, and eager to prove her skill 
against male opponents. 

The night before the tournament a reception  for the participants was 
held at the county civic center. As might be expected, the crowd was 
buffed, beautiful, and very cocky. The male wrestlers preened like 
peacocks for the media and their ladyfriends were cut from the same 
cloth: spandex. Into this crowd of narcissistic athleticism walked Rose 
and Sophie.  They created a stir immediately, especially among the 
media, who had heard there was one female team in the tournament, and 
remembered that Sophie made an excellent interview. Soon they were 
surrounded by reporters, and cameras.  Both wore mini-skirts, with low-
cut sleeveless blouses, bright red lip gloss, and enough jewelry to  
impress the most obsessive customer of Tiffany's.  Their skirts and 
blouses exposed their massive legs, arms, and cleavage for public 
viewing,  and flaunted their sexuality.  Sophie and Rose had always like 
to show off, and here they shared something in common with the rest of 
the crowd besides wrestling. They gave a good interview, predicting they 
would "go all the way," and hoping none of the men's teams would pull 
out in fear, now that they were officially in the competition.  With one 
exception however, they were conspicuously ignored by the male athletes, 
who considered them a joke at best, freaks at worst, and no threat at 
all to win even one match, much less the tournament.  Most had heard 
about Sophie's wrestling exploits, but regarded them as flukes.  One 
wrestler did accost them.  "Iron Mike" Laney, who was also the men's 
state champion light-heavyweight bodybuilder, walked up. "So,  you're 
our wrestle ladies.  Nice outfits." He just stood there, staring, trying 
to intimidate the two women. Laney was 5'10," 205 pounds, tanned, 
handsome and thickly muscled.  He had wrestled in college, about 12 
years ago. As chief fitness instructor of the Ocean View Sport Club,  he 
was a natural rival to Sophie and Rose, and  his team was the favorite 
to win the tournament. Sophie just smiled and wished him luck.  He said, 
"Don't need any.  It would be lucky for you to drop out early, though.  
Hope you don't see us in the ring. Have a nice evening." With that he 
lumbered off. "Probably hasn't finished scaring people yet," commented 
Rose. "He's the best wrestler here, except for me," Sophie said, "but as 
long as we don't draw him in the first round, we'll be OK.  I've got a 
plan." 

Sophie's plan was based on knowing who their opponents were.  She had a 
network of friends in the other health clubs, who had informed her about 
every wrestler in the tournament. Most of them weren't actually 
wrestlers at all, but merely fitness instructors, one or two with a 
little wrestling experience. The idea of the tournament had been to 
attract as many idle, rich women as possible by offering them the 
spectacle of very buffed, very young men grunting and groaning against 
each other, wearing brief speedos or bikinis,  for which they would pay 
$50 a ticket.  Palm Beach abounded in such women.  "Iron Mike" was the 
only male contestant who had wrestled much, and that had been a long 
time ago.  And he really wasn't a great wrestler,  from what Sophie's 
contacts said, relying mostly on power moves instead of skill.  Sophie 
saw that as a weakness to be exploited.. 

Draws were held for the matches next morning at the municipal sports 
arena, the site of the tournament.  The first match would start at 9 
a.m..  There were eight teams entered, single elimination, meaning a 
team must win two matches to get in the championship. Sophie and Rose 
were fortunate.  Instead of Laney,  they drew what Sophie said was the 
weakest team in the competition,   two aerobics instructors from the 
North Palm club.  They were smaller than the Brooklyn Girls(all the 
teams had names, and Rose picked this for her and Sophie, both native 
Brooklynites) and had never wrestled. The match was at 10.  The Brooklyn 
Girls wore matching red one piece, speedo type racing suits, cut high on 
the hips,  rather modest for them(compared to their usual bikinis) but 
which still showed off nicely their curves, muscles, and impressive 
breasts.  Sophie never got on the mat.  Rose locked up with the smaller 
of their two opponents, who weighed 155.  Within a minute she had him in 
a bearhug.  Within five she had german-suplexed him up and over her four 
consecutive times.  After dropping some elbow shots on his chest, she 
hooked his leg for the pin at 7 minutes.  Rose was barely sweating when 
she came back to the corner. "Damn, that was easy." Her victim's partner 
appeared relieved that he didn't have to face Sophie. 

The easy win drew attention. Reporters crowded around, sticking mikes in 
their faces. Some of the male reporters were obviously affected by the 
musky sensuality of  the two big, buxom, heavily muscled women in 
revealing suits which had trouble hiding, or  holding  in,  all their 
assets.  Sophie predicted they would win the next match, meet "Iron 
Mike's" team in the final, and defeat them as well. 

Their next opponents were tougher.  Red Socher and Dave Martin had 
wrestled in high school, 15 years earlier, and now were fitness 
instructors in weightlifting and strength development.  Roughly the same 
size as The Brooklyn Girls, they dubbed themselves the Pin Gators. Part 
of Sophie's plan was to avoid long, drawn out matches, conserving their 
energy for the championship.  When the bell rang,  she charged across 
the ring and tackled Red,  bodyslammed him twice, and went for a quick 
pin.  He was stunned,  but threw her off before the three count.  She 
was able to capture him  in a figure-4 leglock  for almost 10 minutes 
before he could escape and tag Dave.  Sophie handed over to Rose, and 
for five minutes Rose went toe to toe with Dave.  Rose had the better of 
it, but Dave was able to tag Red before Rose could escape to her side of 
the ring, and Sophie.  Red tried an arm-bar submission on Rose, but she 
could take a lot of punishment(as Sophie had learned in her matches with 
Rose).  Red was still weakened by Sophie's figure 4, and was clearly 
tiring. When he tried to tag in Dave again, Rose broke his arm-bar, 
blocked the tag, whipped him over to Sophie's corner, tagged her, and 
let the big amazon go to work. This time, three bodyslams softened him 
up enough for Sophie to roll him up in a cradle and pin him, at 18 
minutes into the match. The Brooklyn Girls were in the finals! 

As expected,  Mike Laney and his partner, Scott Myers, aka The 
Terminators, easily won their preliminary matches, and a battle-of-the-
sexes was set up for the decisive match.  This unforseen development 
generated tremendous excitement.  There was a rush on tickets for the 
championship, which was scheduled for 7 p.m..  Both teams were on the 
early news at 6, and Sophie announced the Brooklyn Girls had a 
"surprise" for the match.  By 7, the arena was packed, and the crowd was 
buzzing with excitement. 

The Terminators made their entrance first.  Clad in black, bodybuilder 
style bikinis, both well-built men were spectacular looking, and the 
female spectators shrieked their approval as they climbed into the ring, 
and confidently posed for the crowd.  Suddenly, the arena lights went 
out.  The crowd quieted.  A spotlight focused on the rear entrance, and 
there they were!!   This was Sophie's surprise.  She had persuaded the 
arena management to cut the lights and give The Brooklyn Girls a 
spotlight entrance,  and play  Frank Sinatra's song about New York as 
their theme music.  But the truly outrageous part of this fanfare was 
Sophie and Rose themselves.  They were decked out in white heels, and 
short, white mink coats, that showed off their shapely, but extremely 
well-muscled thighs and legs. Both women wore identical  white feather 
boas, white rimmed dark glasses, and sequined headbands with "flapper" 
feathers.  The two lady wrestlers were stunning, sensual, and beautiful 
as they made their way down the aisle to the ring.  Once in the ring, 
the musclewomen slowly stripped down to their suits, and these provoked 
gasps from the audience.  They had traded in their one piece speedos for 
matching, metallic-gold, micro-bikinis. The contrast of their revealing 
suits,  their luscious, mature, well curved buns and shapely breasts,  
with the massiveness and hardness of their muscles,  was intensely 
erotic, and a thick cloud of sexual tension and anticipation spread 
through the arena as the scantily clad wrestlers came together in the 
middle of the mat to receive their instructions. The wrestlers were 
aroused more than anyone.  As they confronted each other, Sophie and 
Mike, Rose and Scott, the women could see the men's reaction in the 
swollen bulges of their bikinis, while the men noticed the hardness and 
size of the ladies' nipples, poking through the thin fabric of their 
golden, overloaded,  brassieres, and the outline of their aureoles as 
well.  Rose joked, "You boys are so cute, I'm going to have trouble 
keeping my mind on wrestling." 

"Iron Mike" was furious at being upstaged by a "couple of old broads." 
He yelled at the ref to get the match started. Sophie planned to key on 
him, letting Rose deal with his smaller, less capable partner.  Myers 
was across the ring to start the match, so Rose went out to face him. 
But just as the bell rang,  Laney jumped in and took his place before 
Rose could retreat to tag Sophie. He attacked her violently, 
bodyslamming her twice, and trying to humiliate the women with a quick 
win.  But Rose was no pushover.  She kicked out of three successive pin 
attempts by Laney, who had showed his contempt for Rose by not softening 
her up after his first pin failed. After the third, Rose swung her legs 
up fast and hooked them around Laney's head before he could pull away.  
She had the state bodybuilding champ in a neck scissors!  The crowd went 
wild!  No one had expected the lady wrestlers to win a match, much less 
challenge for the title. Sophie was shouting encouragement to her 
partner, and proud she was doing so well against the formidable male.  
Laney was so cocky and overconfident he was in danger of losing the 
match to "the weaker sex" in the first 5 minutes! For a few seconds, he 
was mesmerized by being imprisoned in Rose's smooth, tanned thighs, but 
gradually began dragging them both towards the ropes, where she would 
have to release her hold. Finally, he made it, and Rose complied with 
the ref's order to release him.  Both wrestlers got to their feet and 
studied each other.  Laney charged and clotheslined Rose with his 
massive right arm, smashing the big woman to the canvas.  Pulling her up 
by the hair, he clotheslined her again.  The crowd started booing, for 
this was an illegal move, too dangerous to be permitted in a supposedly 
lighthearted, non-professional charity match. But Laney didn't care.  
He'd do anything - dirty, dangerous, or not - to win.  Rose was dazed as 
Laney mounted her for a pin,  hooking her leg. One, two...but three 
never came.  Sophie wasn't about to let Laney win the match off an 
illegal move.  She rushed over and kicked Laney in the head, knocking 
him off Rose. The ref immediately intervened, forcing her back to her 
corner, but Laney, his head spinning from the kick, gave up on the pin 
and tagged in Myers. Myers tried pinning Rose, but she had recovered 
enough to kick out.  Then he tried a Boston Crab, going for a 
submission.  At 185 however, he didn't quite have the body mass to 
inflict the amount of pain necessary to make a wrestler of Rose's 
caliber submit.  After Laney had recovered from Sophie's kick he saw 
that his partner was unable to force Rose's submission.  He yelled, 
"Finish her NOW or tag me in!!"  Rose was about to muscle out of the 
hold and Myers, having felt her strength, didn't really want to tangle 
with her.   He quickly tagged "Iron Mike," but Rose was almost as quick, 
and tagged in Sophie, who was completely fresh. 

This was the moment everyone had waited for.  A confrontation had been 
building between Sophie and the male bodybuilding champ since his 
insulting behavior the night before.  Their rivalry, and the tournament,  
would now be settled on the mat.  "Iron Mike" again flaunted his greek-
god-like body for the crowd, flexing his muscles. His voluptuous female 
opponent did the same, and the spectators realized, with some surprise,  
that in raw musculature they were about equal. Sophie extended her arms 
in challenge and the two gladiators locked up in a test of brute 
strength.  Laney was suprised at the musclewoman's power; he had to use 
everything he had to keep from losing ground.  For several minutes they 
grunted in exertion and soon their bodies were covered with a gleaming 
sheen of sweat. "Iron Mike" was getting frustrated.  Sophie wanted to 
trick him into a mistake.  One mistake would be enough.  "C'mon, Mikey, 
you fight like a girl!! Show me whatcha got!!," she taunted as her thick 
arms rippled in exertion against his. Laney roared in anger, released 
his grip on Sophie's arms, and bent down to grab her legs.  But Sophie 
anticipated him.  Backstepping away from his grab, she caught him in a 
headlock, and immediately began bulldogging him around the ring.  Again 
the crowd roared!!  The mature amazon  was punishing the big male, her 
massive muscles bulging and shining in the ring lights.  Laney was 
stunned.  Not a skilled technical wrestler,  Mike Laney couldn't figure 
out a way to escape the agressive stronglady's hold except by muscling 
out of it.   But dimly, he realized that she was simply too strong for 
him. 

After dragging the struggling man around the ring, Sophie picked him up 
and bodyslammed him twice,  which weakened him enough for a backbreaker.  
Jerking him up by his hair, the brawny woman stretched him across her 
massive shoulders and poured on the pressure.  Laney was screaming in 
pain and fear.  He had never met any opponent as powerful and fierce as 
this buxom old woman with her gold bikini and huge muscles. "How's the 
air up there Mikey?" Sophie laughed. Dumping him on the mat, the 
scantily clad woman jumped on his back and scissored him around the 
waist, adding a punishing full nelson.  Laney felt the air being 
squeezed from his lungs by Sophie's massive thighs and realized he was 
on the verge of losing to a woman.  He tried desperately to crawl 
forward to the ropes, but Sophie's heavy weight and her punishing holds 
flattened him out on the canvas. He tried to buck off the brawny woman, 
but she just laughed.  "Ready to submit honey?" she cooed.  "Fat chance 
you cow!!"  Sophie squeezed even harder. "You know, Mikey, I was just 
going to pin you, but you were so rude to Rose I'm going to make you 
submit."  "Never bitch!!" Both wrestlers bodies were slippery with 
sweat;  Sophie felt the masculine shape of her struggling opponent and 
enjoyed a secret, sensual turn-on in front of the entire audience.  
Finally, Sophie decided to finish off the bodybuilder.  Forcing him into 
a sitting position, with her massive legs still coiled about his waist 
from the rear, she released the full nelson, and leaned back on her arms 
for a moment, testing to see if she could squeeze him into surrender 
with her legs alone.  Laney groaned and gasped, but refused to submit. 
Sophie leaned all the way back to lie on the mat, pulling the trapped 
male wrestler on top of her.  Then, in an incredible display of power, 
she raised her hips and butt into the air about four feet, raising Laney 
as well, and rotating forward, crashed them to the mat with tremendous 
force.  For the trapped man, it was a four foot drop onto his rear end,  
excruciatingly painful.  "Iron Mike" screamed in agony.  The audience 
began chanting, "Finish him; finish him!" Once, twice, three more times, 
the awesome woman smashed the big man to the mat. Each time his screams 
filled the auditorium. Laney knew he was beaten; the muscular woman had 
completely outwrestled and overpowered him in front of the crowd;  he 
had nothing left. "Okay, okay, I quit.  Stop," he said.  "I can't hear 
you Mikey."  Sophie lifted him up and smashed him down again. "OKAY, I 
quit!!"  "Louder, Mikey; you have to say the magic words!!" Sophie 
instructed.  Laney was barely conscious, but totally desperate; he no 
longer cared about anything except for this terrible woman to let him 
go.  "PLEASE STOP!! I SUBMIT!! I SUBMIT!!" he screamed. Sophie released 
her grip, and "Iron Mike" slumped whimpering to the mat, a total ruin.  
Sophie had crushed his body and  his ego.  Used to parading his 
magnificent physique on a stage to the cheers of hundreds, he had been 
totally dominated and humilated by this powerful, sensual woman. But 
Sophie had one last "hold" to apply on the once arrogant man,  to 
complete his lesson in the power of women. Rolling him onto his back, 
she mounted his chest as he looked up in surprise and fear.  "OK, Mikey, 
you have one little favor to do me before I let you go."  She started 
inching forward towards his head. Laney realized what she was doing and 
pleaded weakly, "No, no, please," but to no avail.  Sophie made her way 
up onto his face and settled there, gyrating her hips to the cheers of 
the aroused and appreciative crowd.  She kept at it for a few minutes,  
occasionally grunting lowly in time with her hips.  Finally she got up, 
saying, "Thanks, hon. You're much better at this than you are at 
wrestling."  She left the beaten male bodybuilder sprawled on the mat,  
and went over to greet her partner.  They both raised their arms in 
victory as the champions of the tournament. 

The Brooklyn Girls strutted around the ring,  happily flexing and posing 
for the audience.  Both Rose and Sophie were extremely horny from all 
the close contact with muscular male bodies.  As the guests of honor at 
the post-tournament reception later that night, they would be surrounded 
by handsome, available men, and Sophie asked Rose if she had anyone in 
mind.  "That first guy I pinned was cute.  I could tell he was the 
submissive type.  How 'bout you?" Sophie smiled and licked her lips, 
"Mikey doesn't know it yet, but his wrestling lesson isn't over."  .