Petite Power: Girls of Grappling
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The crowd is roaring as the announcer hams it up; thanking sponsors and such. A blond, young woman, in a bikini, climbs through the ropes, emerging under the bright white lights above the ring. The announcer shouts her name; “LISA!” The crowd cheers their praises. The majority of them are young males. But, there are also girls around Lisa’s age and wrestling fans of every sort. Lisa acknowledges them appreciatively, before her face is gripped with determination.
Lisa is a natural beauty. She has very pale skin, with only the slightest hint of color. Lisa is almost nineteen, but you’d guess sixteen. Her prominent feature, a feature she hates, is her square nose, which makes her seem more like the daughter in a sitcom than the “popular girl.” Her blond hair is braided back, tightly.
Lisa turns her had from side to side then rotates it in circles to warm up her neck. Then she rolls her shoulders. Lisa’s modest bikini is white with a sunflower pattern. She has a healthy figure. Not, buff, nor anemic. She’s the average girl next door, though obviously athletic.
Announcer: “…And her opponent…”
On the opposite side of the ring, another girl, is holding the turnbuckle. She’s facing the other direction, stretching her back. Her hair is in a braided ponytail. Lisa’s “opponent” is a bit thinner and does not look as strong. But, she has a more dramatic presence, in a peach colored, string bikini. The announcer informs us that she is “the former league champion.” And runs through a few nicknames like “The Jungle Cat” and so forth. The other girl remains turned to the corner as she bounces on the balls of her feat, loosening up like a boxer. She has a tan, which makes her body appear more defined than Lisa’s. She swings her arms, warming up her chest and back.
Finally, following a dramatic pause, the announce says the name the fans already know, “JULES!” The crowd erupts as Jules does a back flip, before punching her fist in the air, as if she has already won the match. Lisa laughs, embarrassed at the exhibition.
Jules has a strong jaw and cheekbones. Her eyes are intense and her face has a more manicured look over-all. Jules looks older than Lisa, but is actually a few months younger.
As Jules sees Lisa laughing, she can’t help but chuckle as well. She lowers her erect arm and shrugs her shoulders slightly. Her expression says, ”why not ham it up?” Lisa rolls her eyes.
There are an equal amount of scattered cheers for each of them, as the girls become businesslike again and continue to loosen their muscles, while the announcer raps thing up. “No strikes to the face; No hair pulling, scratching, biting… first to win three falls by pin or submission is the winner… short break between falls…” By the time the announcer gets around to asking the audience, “ARE YOU READY?!!!” The crowd is more than primed for action.
The referee enters and as the bell sounds, the crowd goes quite, in anticipation. The murmuring begins as the two dance around the rings perimeter, slowly closing the distance between them. Their stances get wider as their backs arch. They are almost within striking distance.
Jules throws a wide kick at Lisa’s lead leg. Lisa dodges, a bit spooked. A second later the two crash together. Their upper bodies lock up. The girls shift their footing often as they struggle for the advantage. Jules goes low, but Lisa sidesteps and braces Jules’ arm across her shoulder. Lisa puts pressure on her elbow, taking Jules to one knee. Jules groans slightly, as her knee hits the mat, sending a shock through her body. Lisa is locked on tight, with plenty of leverage.
In one fluid movement Lisa twists Jules’ arm behind her back. Jules’ other arm flails, as she tries in vain to grab at Lisa. Lisa catches the arm at the wrist. She puts one foot in the middle of Jules’ back and pulls both arms toward herself, causing Jules’ breasts to jet forward. Jules winces as her chest muscles stretch painfully across her ribcage. Lisa knows to reserve her energy. So rather than use her back and biceps to pull Jules’ arms back, she pushes out with the leg in Jules’ back and simply leans back. Jules feels the pressure increase immediately and grunts through gritted teeth. Both girls are beginning to glow with sweat.
Lisa was hoping to gat an early advantage, but didn’t really expect to be doing so well. She can’t help but recall how nervous she was just a few minutes ago.
A bunch of the
“Petite Power” girls are hanging-out, watching TV in one of the smaller waiting
rooms of the arena. Some are in
wrestling attire; others wear sweats or street clothes. The surroundings are far from posh, but the
entertainment is first rate. On the
television a couple of girls are wrestling.
But, it’s not Lisa and Jules.
Lisa is sitting just
off to the side, in a jogging suit, only half-watching the action on the screen
as she swings her legs back and forth, nervously.
A hand on Lisa’s
shoulder slightly startles her. It’s
the hand of Jamie, a Japanese girl around Lisa’s age, with short dark
hair. She holds an icepack to her own
shoulder. Jamie grew up in the US and
speaks perfect English, with no accent.
But, she’d be the first to tell you that her Japanese could use some
work.
“Sorry I startled
you,” apologizes Jamie, immediately. If
Lisa is the biggest sweetie-pie in the league, Jamie is the #1 contender. Jamie laughs lightly, embarrassed by her jumpiness.
LISA
It’s
ok,
~chuckle~
I’m
just a little nervous.
Jamie
sits down beside Lisa. She’s half a
head taller.
JAMIE
Did you get to talk to Jules at all since you got back?
LISA
We spoke a little over the phone. I thought we could hang out today. But, it looks like the first time I’ll see her is when I climb through the ropes.
JAMIE
What did you guys talk about?
LISA
Nothing much. She said she didn’t think we should talk ‘till after the match.
JAMIE
Huh. Well, I wouldn’t worry. Jules loves you to death; she’d never hurt you.
LISA
I’m not worried about that. I gained a lot of experience in England.
I’m sure I can win.
I’m more worried about our competition hurting our friendship.
JAMIE
Don’t be silly. We’ve wrestled each other three times and we’re friends aren’t we?
LISA
This is different. You and I met through wrestling. Jules is the reason I started here. When we were training partners, Jules was always the better wrestler. What’ll happen if I beat her today?
JAMIE
Lisa, trust me. This will only make you guys closer.
Lisa breathes out a long breath, as if she were trying to empty herself of her worries. She doesn’t look any more at ease.
Back in the ring: The two girls are as we left them, glistening with sweat under the hot lights. Jules feels the pressure across her front alleviate for a moment, as Lisa other foot lands on Jules’ back beside the first. In the next moment, gravity pulls Lisa down on her back and props Jules into the air. Lisa, laying on her back with her feet up, could stay that way all day.
Still holding Jules’ arms taunt, Lisa pushes her legs out and suspends Jules off the ground. Jules’ upper back arches across Lisa’s feet. Though her own feet can touch the mat, almost all of Jules’ body weight is on her back, where Lisa’s heels dig in.
Jules’ perky breasts reach for the ceiling as the muscles in her chest are stretched to their limit. Jules, blinded by the ring lights, closes her eyes, and moans steadily, in agony. Her abs strain and her tan skin pulls tightly across her ribs. Beads of sweat roll down her firm trembling midriff as her legs twitch uselessly. Jules has the strength to struggle, but Lisa has her arms pulled too tight. Any movement on her part only adds to the intense pressure on her chest. Jules has no choice, but to cut her losses and submit.
The referee raises her hand and the bell sounds. Lisa lessens the pressure in her legs and lets go of Jules’ arms. Jules collapses to her knees. Hunched over, her face is still a mask of pain, as she massages her acing chest, through her sweat-soaked bikini top.
“Fall one goes to Lisa!” shouts the announcer. But, Lisa has mixed feelings. She’s proud of herself, but seeing her friend’s pain tempers her enjoyment.
Lisa goes to her corner as Jules gets to her feet, a little fatigued. She goes to her corner as well and leans on the ropes.
Lisa moves around to stay loose, while Jules stays fairly still looking tired. Lisa wonders what Jules is thinking. “She wasn’t expecting a real challenge at all,” Lisa assumes.
The announcer calls for the bell to start the second fall.
At the bell, Lisa starts to shuffle her way around the ring, expecting Jules to do the same. But, Jules doesn’t leave her corner. Lisa bounds up a little, then jogs back. Finally, deciding to attack, she charges forward and gets kicked square in the gut by Jules, who was not as tired as she looked. With the wind knocked out of her, Lisa staggers back and drops to her knees folding her arms over her stomach. Lisa is on her hands and knees. Seeing an opportunity to capitalize, Jules wraps her firm thighs around Lisa’s neck and begins to put Lisa in a standing head scissor. But, Lisa acts fast, pulling at Jules’ legs behind the knees. Jules’ can’t keep her balance. Thinking quickly, she grabs Lisa around the waist. Jules manages to execute a weak pile driver.
After the impact, Lisa rolls to the side and sits up quickly, rubbing the top of her head. Jules is on her in a flash, applying a half nelson. Lisa is still winded from the kick and a little dizzy from the knock on the head. She starts to panic in the clutches of Jules’ chokehold. Operating on instinct, she tries the pry Jules’s arm from around her throat, with her free hand. Lisa, loosing precious air, realizes she needs a better plan. “Sorry, Lisa,” Lisa hears Jules say, plainly, “Next fall’s mine.”
To Be Continued…