Chris Meets His Match by Conquistador

The poor girl was flipped onto her back, utterly destroyed. Angie straddled her heaving, bare chest, and looked down at her playfully. The shapely freshman, a tan brunette whose name I did not know, writhed in pure agony from the brutal body slam used to finish her off. Angie plopped down on her chest, in a schoolgirl-style pin. The brunette tried weakly to move her arms, but all she could do was sputter something like “get… off…”

Angie did not heed her somber plea, but only laughed heartily, which made her bare breasts bounce up and down voluptuously. We all had a bit of liquor of some kind in us, and it seemed as though the only one not having fun was the brunette, who had by this point gone unconscious from partial asphyxiation. She had a wild grimace of pain—or perhaps some kind of pleasure—on her face.

“I don't think there's a man in here who could take me!!” She bellowed her challenge confidently. She may have been right, too. She had had years of wrestling experience and was built like a house. She was a green-eyed blonde with freckles, a tall Dutch girl who was a pole-vaulter for our varsity track team. She stood about 5'10” and weighed about 140 pounds. She was a gorgeous Greek goddess—not necessarily an Amazon, but clearly a goddess.

She stood up and pranced around in her low-cut bikini bottom, looking for potential challengers. Her eyes darted from one guy to the next, with intensity that was almost frightening. Her grin seemed plastered onto her face. I was beginning to wonder what it would be like to wrestle a girl like that, when she looked at me and suddenly stopped. I thought to myself, “is she going to pick me?” And then she spoke.

“You with the brown hair, you're cute,” she said to me cheerily, “let's go!” It was like a dream come true. I still had one more thing to find out.

“What am I going to get when I beat your sorry ass?” I taunted.

“If you beat me by submission, pinfall or knockout… well, we'll see… I don't see that happening anyway.” She winked at me very suggestively. Her eyes seemed to sparkle, along with her entire body, which was completely soaked in hot oil.

“Strip down to your shorts, and then put this stuff on.” She handed me a bottle of what appeared to be Crisco. I really didn't care, though. This was going to be fun.

“I don't think I need to tell you this… Chris, right?... but no kicking or biting or anything retarded like that. Everything else, of course, goes.” I was glad she had remembered my name.

“No problem there, Angie.”

We circled each other carefully, looking for a weak point. She was nearly my physical equal, only ten pounds lighter and actually an inch taller than me! I couldn't just go in there and dominate her. I had to find a place to start on. I moved in quickly and tried to lock up, but she was quicker. She slid around behind me and reached between my legs. She took me down easily as the floor was very slippery from the oil.

THUDD! I hit the ground hard, but it didn't really hurt because the mat was cushioned. I was more worried about what she would do to me on the ground. When I realized where she was, she was setting up a figure four leg lock.

“AAAAHHH!!” It hurt from the beginning. People were cheering for her louder and louder the longer she held the attack on me. But then I realized something. She had a weakness in this specific instance. I would have to really work on it, but I could use it to get out. Her bare foot was sitting prone near my crotch, in a conveniently easy to reach spot. She had really nice feet, and I have to admit I have an insatiable fetish for feet. I grabbed her soft, shapely foot, and despite the pain my knee was in, fondled it a bit before getting hold of her toes and bending them backward, one by one, harder and harder each time.

“You don't think that's really going to work, do you? Hey, ow!! Ahh!! AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Her head snapped back with the pain. I wasn't sure if I had broken one of her toes or not, but she had loosened the hold enough for me to get out. As I freed myself, she scrambled away and curled up into a sort-of ball, with one of her legs outstretched, gingerly clinging to her damaged toe.

I stood up and walked towards her. As I came closer, she surprised my by standing to meet me. She gave me a look like “It's on now!”

She moved in like lightning, trying to spear me, but as she wrapped up around me I withstood the impact, held my ground, and wrapped up around her. I steadied myself, tightly locked my arm around her head, and pulled her down hard on the mat with a DDT. She had anticipated it, and put her free hand out to absorb some of the impact. It did her little good, however, and her head collided with the ground hard.

WHUMPH!!!!!!

She rolled away with her forehead in her hands, moaning softly, and then grunting while struggling to get back to her feet. She rose before me, but only out of pure anxiety. I could tell she was desperate to avoid a follow-up move. As she held her head, she swayed back and forth, still dazed by the collision. There was no blood, but her whole forehead was bright red from the impact. Sweat dripped from her temples and her body glistened in the oil. Her muscles were tense, and each one was clearly visible on her amazing athletic physique. Her bikini had dipped a bit on one side, and when she saw me notice it, she straightened it at once. When she looked into my eyes, and I expected to see anger or disdain, I was surprised. She was smiling. She was truly happy-- happier than I had seen her that whole night.

We were equals on the mat, and at that moment, we both knew it. However, our secret, silent revelation was short-lived. We were being egged on by an impatient crowd of frat guys.

“Come on, kick her ass, Chris!”

“You go, Angie, take that punk down a notch!”

Things seemed more intense outside the ring than in it. After focusing for a moment I noticed that she had started to advance on me. She was moving in to attack.

I wasn't really sure what to do. I wanted to destroy her, to plaster her magnificent body onto the mat and crush her into submission; I wanted to exert total dominance over her, but somehow I felt too weak, much too unprepared. I hesitated. I couldn't help but feel some level of internal conflict. I was falling in love on the mat. Of course I was also just falling on the mat.

WHAAM!!!!

I impacted the mat hard, as this time she had locked up under my leg and pulled me down forcefully. I lay there, with my eyes to the ceiling, wondering if I should do anything at all. I was with the woman I loved. Her crotch was being pressed firmly against my side as she held me in a leg-scissor lock. It felt like making love, and my reactionary system had completely shut down because of it. This woman had held me in this vicegrip for two years, and I was just now beginning to feel it.

“Are you just going to give up? I thought you were a real man,” she jabbed as she held me in her deathgrip, sounding not sarcastic but truly disappointed. I realized that I had to fight back. If I was going to reel her in, it would be done by defeating her right here, right now. I turned my head and looked her in the eyes, smiling. My competitive edge had returned.

Of course, fighting back at that point was not going to be easy. I could hardly breathe. Each time I exhaled her grip got tighter. I could feel my circulation being slightly cut off. But then I remembered that I was a man, and I was stronger than her. She may have been an extraordinary athlete, but so was I. Her legs were strong, but I knew that I had enough strength left in me to escape, if only for a moment. It was all I needed.

My body surged with adrenaline. I could feel my veins pulsing with blood, fighting the crushing force of her beautiful, perfect legs. My right arm was between her legs, and I was able to use it to pry her feet apart and open an escape route. I rolled out of the way, but I was exhausted. I couldn't believe the toll that hold had taken on me. I was dizzy and my breathing was short and fast, I was gulping air whenever I could get the chance. However, I was stronger than ever before. The adrenaline rush and my newfound sense of confidence had given me power that I had never felt before. Not only was I sure of myself, I was suddenly clear-headed, focused, and determined.

So was she, of course, but in that instant she couldn't help but underestimate my condition. After all, I looked like I was one step away from oblivion. I was sweating like a beast, and I ever heard some girl shout, “finish him off, Angie!”

She charged at me with all the ferocity she could muster. Her face curled into a ferocious war-mask; the muscles in her arms, abs, and even her chest bulged periodically. She screamed a feral Amazonian cry that could only be likened to that of Xena, even though it was far more primitive. Her legs pumped, like pistons, the way they always did when she ran. She was like a train.

And little did she know that I was like a stone wall.

She collided with me at full speed, at first not knowing what was happening. She bounced right off of me and landed on her ass. I suppose she had expected me to fall, and she had clearly been disappointed. We didn't pause for long, but for the slightest nanosecond I could see an acute fear in her eyes. She hurried to get up, but before she really could I had grabbed her hair and delivered a powerful uppercut into her midsection.

“Ugh!!”

I repeated this attack several times to ensure its effect.

“Ughn!! Augh!!! Ughh!!! Ugh!!! AAAH!!! UGHN!!!!”

I finished the onslaught of abdominal blows with a sharp knee that sent her sprawling to the floor. She got back up almost immediately and tried to move away to get her wind back. However, I was fast, and stayed with her. Eventually she stood to meet me, shockingly seeming unfazed by the beating I had given her. Even still, she had been cornered, and there was nowhere she could go.

Where she would go, in the next moment, was in fact up to me. Of course, I had already decided that she was definitely going down. I could hear some people say, “Uh-oh,” and others began to cheer for me.

I hooked up between her legs with my right hand, literally holding her by the crotch. Her eyes bugged out. Her mouth gaped. My left hand grasped her throat tightly. Her head jerked back as I applied pressure to the area between her legs. I continued the pressure until she rose to her tiptoes. The muscles in her feet were all fully flexed, straining to keep her balance. I liked that a lot, it wasn't something I got to see every day. Her knees began to quiver and buckle. I knew that it would not be too hard to lift her up at this point.

She was speechless. She simply stood there, trying to maintain her balance, struggling to find a way out. But she knew that she couldn't. Both her hands were free, so were her legs. If she had been able to think at the moment she could have escaped simply by kicking me in the balls—I was wide open in front of her. But she couldn't think. It was happening too fast, and she was far too weakened to fight back. I was winning the mental battle. She was helpless.

This time I put a tight grip on her cunt and lifted her over my head, pausing momentarily while she hung in mid-air to enjoy the cheers of my impending victory. I caught a glimpse of the girl who had lost to Angie pointing with a satisfied grin on her face. I continued to guide Angie's limp physique down onto the mat, then dropped her as she reached the right position.

“AAAAAAAAAH--Ughn!” she yelped futilely before crashing to her doom.

THUDD!!!!!!!!!!

“Ooooooooh!” was the crowd's reaction.

I felt the impact as if I had fallen with her. My body shook. Her back arched and her legs kicked out at the floor repeatedly, as if she was fighting something off. Her face cringed and her mouth opened as she bared her teeth out of sheer pain. She squirmed on the mat for about three seconds before going out completely cold. She breathed heavily, her chest heaving and breasts with it. Her head rotated back and forth as if she were having a bad dream. And then she stopped. She was done. It was over.

I walked up to her unconscious body, lying spread-eagle on the mat, and looked down at the queen I had conquered. She had lost none of her beauty in the battle. In fact, she was more beautiful than before. Her eyes were half-closed and crossed, and her lips were pouted, exposing just her two front teeth. One arm was outstretched, while the other lay over her abdomen. Her legs were stretched wide, and all her muscles were completely relaxed. I knew what I had to do.

I raised my foot and stood on my defeated opponent's bare chest. The frat guys were the first to start cheering. I flexed my muscles. It felt great, but I had a feeling things were about to get better.

“Dude, to the victor go the spoils!!” One of my friends shouted at me.

“Ya know, you just might be right, there.” I picked my girl up and cradled her in my arms. She slowly regained consciousness as I carried her out of the ring. She looked into my eyes with a sexy grin.

“You win, baby. I'm all yours.”

I knew it was about to get much better.