Tessa By Tom Walker A national champion co-ed wrestler tells how she scissors the boys Note: This little ditty was inspired by a news story that recently appeared in a national wire service release. News Story (modified): A 12-year-old Oregon girl pinned five of her six opponents in Newark, New Jersey, and became Wrestling America's first female national champion in a co-ed bracket. Tessa Z of Portland won the gold medal yesterday in the 100-pound division of the 11-and-12 year-old division of the Wrestling America's Kids National Tournament. She pinned Johnny Burns of Biloxi, Mississippi in 56 seconds in the championship round. Tessa Interview, at 17 [Interviewer's note: Tessa met me at her school gymnasium. She was an athletically built young woman, perhaps 5'6" tall by about 135 pounds, having the kind of muscular definition that you see on some gymnasts, but much bigger and more womanly in her overall physical development, with powerful flaring hips and large, very muscular legs.] "Why do you participate in co-ed wrestling?" "Well, I was a national champion when I was 12, and I still love wrestling with boys. They really put up a fight. My best chance to beat them is when I get them in my scissors. I love to pin them with my top body scissors. I wrap my arms around their heads and pull their faces in tight against my breasts while I squeeze their stomachs with my legs. I know they get turned on in this position, which makes them more vulnerable to the squeezing. If you've ever heard a teenage boy when he's hot and aroused, you know how his breathing gets kind of guttural and out of rhythm ---even without being squeezed. The arousal causes shortness of breath. Think about what happens when that gets mixed up with my thighs squeezing him. "I ride them very rough and hard, jerking with my arms and hammering their guts with my thigh muscles while they kick and twist to get loose. The stronger ones try to bridge, to see if they can buck me off. They can't. "The harder they struggle, the quicker they run out of breath. Then they start to get short of oxygen and their muscles go. There's always a break point when the stomach goes suddenly soft ---the sides sort of cave in ---and I can feel their guts start to squirm and jerk between my legs. That's when I really bear down and hold the pressure with my thighs so they can't breathe. The air hisses out of them like a punctured tire going flat. Their faces get dark red, then purple from lack of oxygen. They lose control of their lower bodies below my scissors because there's almost no blood circulating past their waist. Without their legs to help them, they collapse and I can pin them easily. "If a boy has really been nasty and made me mad, like fighting dirty or saying stuff about what he's going to do to me because I'm only a girl, I don't pin him too fast. Instead, I yank him up with my arms under his neck and don't let his shoulders drop to the mat. That way, I can keep squeezing him as long as I feel like it. If a guy is in this kind of trouble and has any breath left, he'll usually wind up sobbing and begging me to let him submit. He's totally humiliated. "Sometimes if a boy's really strong, and I can't just overwhelm him from the start, I have to soften him up. I try to use a figure-four body scissors ride for this. My legs are very long, and when I stretch a guy under me in the figure-four scissors rack, it can feel as if I'm going to tear his stomach apart. A couple of minutes of this grip will break down the stomach muscles of almost any teenager. I keep coiling tighter and tighter each time I feel a weakening in resistance, applying a lot of pressure by swelling and hardening my inner thigh muscles into his sides as well as pumping and crushing his belly in the vise between my calf muscle and my loins. It's really obvious and easy for me to know when I've broken him with my figure-four. He'll all of a sudden start gasping and stop struggling from sheer exhaustion. I just keep pressing my hips down into him and arch my back until I feel the limpness setting in. I sink a half nelson, turn him onto his back under me, and get him in my top scissors for the finish. "They won't let me wrestle on our high school team, but the coach lets me help him by working out with some of the boys on the team. Come on down to the wrestling room with me and watch me practice on the boy who wrestles at 128 pounds for us. He's up against a really strong leg- wrestler from the next town this week and he needs to get his stamina up to speed." ******** The boy was about 15, maybe 16, considerably shorter than Tessa, well-muscled and somewhat stocky. They greeted each other warmly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the forehead when he came to her in the center of the mat. They conferred quietly, after which he lay down on his back on the mat, and she lay on her side, facing him. He slapped his hand on the mat to signal the start. She lashed her legs around his upper stomach in a flat body scissors, straightened her legs hard, and immediately hammered down on his diaphragm, swelling her powerful thigh muscles around him, preventing him from drawing breath. Her legs were like a giant vise, never letting up on their strangling force, tightening with ever greater pressure as he grew steadily weaker. He tried to pry her ankles apart with his hands. She responded by crushing him with a sudden staccato of constrictions that had him whimpering in pain. Exhausted, he fell back, unable to resist the steel coils of her legs that now embedded themselves into his flesh with slowly increasing pressure, enveloping, surrounding and bearing down on him beyond anything he had ever felt or imagined. It looked as if her legs would cut him in half and he would pass out in another few seconds. Seeing his discomfort, she released her scissors before he suffered serious injury, then helped him to his feet. He was obviously disoriented and teetered when he tried to walk. She assisted him, and they walked off the mat together, arm in arm, supporting each other, discussing the strategy he should follow in his coming match. She playfully patted his stomach with her hand. Still sore from her scissors, he winced when she did this, and they both agreed that he had better try to avoid any leg grips from his next opponent, rather than testing his stamina against them. They also agreed that, whatever happened, no boy would be able to squeeze him nearly as hard as she did. ******** After the practice session, at the end of the interview, she said: "I just love the whole thing. Maybe some day I won't like wrestling with guys anymore, but I doubt it. Or maybe, better still, I'll marry a guy who loves to wrestle with me, and we can have some private fun. For now, I'll just stay in shape and keep practicing with the local boys. Call me again in a couple of years and we'll see where I am. " End