Grappling girl.
by The " T.K.O Kidd " desio@adelphia.net
What happens when I wrestle my cousin ? Well she is definately the...


Grappling girl.

Tina, and I were really good friends as teenagers. Tina was a neighbor girl
that lived a couple of blocks away from me, and after knowing her we became
real close, and so close that we made out together quite a few times. My
favorite like about Tina was that we wrestled each other on a pretty regular
basis, either at home or her place, or in either of our yards. Those were the
days.

Now I had a cousin who lived a couple of blocks in the opposite direction of
where I lived, opposed to Tina living two blocks away from me. Tina/good,
Marla/bad. Marla was her name, my cousin, and man did we get into some
wrestling matches, more so all the wrestling came from her end. Marla was no
where near the fun that Tina was, and proved it time after time by humiliating
me in painful holds, either in front of other friends, or in front of my
sisters, or other cousins. I could remember one time in her back yard, she,
and I were wrestling, and my other cousin was there present, Bob. Marla was
pretty much controlling the match, taking me about the back yard as if she
owned me. Well Marla did own me in those wrestling matches, as I could never
beat her. She was just to fast, and strong, and for a young girl at that time
knew how to apply holds. That paticular day in the her backyard, with Bob
present, I was struggling on the ground trying to escape Marla while I was
crawling away frantically from her on my stomach while she had ahold of my
ankle. As I was fighting to escape her, I was nearing to being on one knee
with her having my other leg still held tightly with the both of her hands.
Suddenly as I tried to break her hold on my leg, Marla gave my ankle a sharp
twist, and a sudden hard quick jerk. My hands that was supporting me some
against the ground using my arms for support to aide my crawling, and
struggling was violently disabled as they collasped causing me to hit face
first into a hard barren patch of ground.

" Aaahhhggg ! " I cried as my face hit the solid dirt. Then before I knew it
Marla had twisted my leg up, and behind my back. As I said she was quick, and
in no time Marla was sitting on my leg having herself seated upon it. I was
hurting something badly, and quickly cried out in pain, and cried out a
submission to her. " AAAaaahhhHHHGGG ! " " M...AAAaaarla.. please I give up..
your hurting meee... pleaseee... I quit you win... IIIEEEeeeaaahhhHHHGGG ! "
Marla did live on the negative end of the two blocks from me, Marla/bad. And
now having me in the position of facing face first in the dirt, with her
seated on my leg she wasn't going allow me to submit. Tears quickly began
streaming down my face as I cried in pain, and my other cousin, well he seemed
to be enjoying my plight very much, as he sat himself directly in front of me
while laughing, and calling me a wimp.

" AAAaaahhhggg ! ! ! please Maaarla... get off of me.. you win.. you win"
Marla then just laughed at my weakness, then said to Bob, " Hey Bob do you
want to see how much of a real pussy Terry is, and see how much I can really
make him hurt, and cry ? " I looked up to him with tears still streaking my
face, and pleaded with him with hurting eyes, but he just laughed in my face,
and then returned saying, " Yeah, lets see how much harder he will cry..
ahhh... poor Terry whats the matter, can't you beat her ? " Well my answer to
him would of been before the wrestling took place would of been no. Marla was
never so brutal when we wrestled, and I knew I could never take her in a
wrestling match, but considered it fun to go up against her; that is until
this day.

Marla then spoke answering my cousin, " Ok then watch this... " Marla then
leaned forward a little, in which caused more pressure on my leg adding new
tears streaming down my face, mixing themselfs with the other set that were
still stinging my cheeks. Marla then placed both of her hands beneath my chin,
and locked them together at her fingers. In the application that Marla now
held me in she forced up on my head raising it up, and causing an incredible
ammount of pain in my neck, and shoulders, adding insult to pain that was
shooting violently through my leg that she was sitting on. There was no
fighting on my part to break free from my present misery. I just wasn't strong
enough compared to Marla, and she kept me in the painful excruciating hold, as
I laid beneath her crying heavily, and begging for release. Marla though only
continued punishing me in the hold, and I only continued to cry like a baby
within' it, and my other cousin only continued to watch on in amusement, and
laughter; while watching me wilt away beneath Marla's strength as a sobbing
child.

Ohhh... the wrestling match did end with Marla releasing me from one of the
most painful holds that she ever at one time applied on me; leaving me there
lying on the ground clutching my thigh in pain, and still sobbing at a steady
pace, while her, and Bob, laughed over me, and taunting me some with words of
humiliation, such as saying, " Aaahh.. does it hurt little baby... come on now
cry for us you little weakling... " I was totally beaten, along with being
totally humiliated in front of my cousin Bob, and the two of them was totally
entertained by my totally embarrssed sobbing, crying, and painfully hurting
condition.

After that day when Marla destroyed me, and my pride, and standing with my
cousin Bob; I decided to spend a few weeks with my grand mother, who lived up
north being thirty or so miles away. Just what I needed, to get away for
awhile, and thirty miles away from Marla seemed like it wasn't enough, and the
milage difference between us made me feel just a little bit safer.

Well little did I know Tina would be getting wrestling lessons from Marla
while I was on my vacation spending time with my grandmama. That story of
Tina, and I getting back together after I got home from my grandmothers will
continue in the next story. Tina/good ?

The end for now.. and to be continued.

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