This is a prequel to "My Dream Match". This is the first time I
got to see my wife Ayn wrestle and is the match that got her
started. Lots of wrestling matches since then, some playful,
others more serious. But this is where it all started.

Long before Ayn and I were married we both attended college in Georgia. I went to a different college than she did, but we were only about 1 hour away from each other. Naturally, we both took lots of road trips to each other’s schools. I was lucky enough to have a single room from my second year on, and we spend many long weekends together at my place at Georgia State. Drinking games were common, and I never passed up a chance to get her a little buzzed. Like most people, she was less inhibited after drinking and more open to suggestions. In addition she was even crazier in bed after a few cocktails. Always energetic during sex, once she'd had a few drinks she was an absolute animal! With a 5'2" body worthy of an Olympic athlete, she could turn me on just by walking past me, those muscular thighs and calves dancing with every step. Years of gymnastics and swimming have given her a physique that screams STRENGTH! Toned, six-pack abs and a narrow waits, broad muscular shoulders with impressive lats, and arms with peaked biceps and defined triceps. She knows I'm nuts about her muscular body, that I'm enthralled by her strength, and she uses it to turn me on all the time. Dark hair that looks almost black, it's actually brown. Shoulder length and naturally curly, it tends to be wild so she keeps it pulled back into a pony tail, letting it down to fall all over my face during sex.

Coming back to my room after a great party on fraternity row one night I could tell she was horny and not about to accept anything but full compliance with her desires. Yeah, like I was going to offer any resistance! As I opened my door she tackled me onto the carpeted floor and immediately straddled me, face to face. Or, more accurately, her bare bosoms to my face, those perfect 36 C breasts just shy of measuring a full D-cup, and wearing nothing but thong panties and high heels. She had let her skirt drop off her in the hallway, pulled off her shirt while I was putting the key in the door, and got ready to make her move, all while standing outside my room! The hell with anyone else that might have been in the hallway, Ayn was a little drunk and ready for action.

After a marathon go-round, we're lying in bed and I gather up the courage to broach a difficult subject. I'd absolutely love to see her wrestle another girl, but I don't want to bring it up in a way that could offend her or piss her off. It's a taboo subject for many people, akin to asking her about a threesome. I start complimenting her on her awesome body for about the 1000th time and she eats it up, just as eager as ever to hear compliments.
"You should get back into competitive sports," I say. "You're in the best shape of your life, you could compete and win at anything you put your mind to."
She answers, "I thought about the swim team, but that takes so much time. I would like to compete again, though."
Sensing an opening, I push on. "What does your friend Jenny do? She's in pretty good shape." Now a slight frown from Ayn. She doesn't like any comparison to another girl that doesn't end with my extolling her superiority. Jealousy?
"Yeah, she's in o.k. shape from tennis, but nowhere near as strong as me," she says.
I continue, "You could handle her, I'm sure of it." Ayn laughs.
"Not on the tennis court. She'd destroy me! But I could take her in a fight."
O.K., THAT got my attention!!
"Would you ever wrestle one of your friends?" I ask.
"I have," Ayn says. "How do you think I know I'm stronger than Jenny? We wrestled at her house, out by the pool this past summer. We started out in the water, just fooling around, ya know, and then it got a little competitive. It was her idea that we get out of the water and move around back of the pool house on the grass. It started getting a little serious there for a minute, but she gave up when I got my legs around her." Big smile on Ayn's face now. She sees the obvious effect this is having on me.
"Do you want to see me wrestle?" she asks, climbing back on top of me. "I don't think Jenny wants a rematch, but there has got to be some one around here that would try me." She wraps both her arms around my head and neck, burying my face in her bare breasts. She's straddling me but I'm not inside her. She's starting to apply pressure, squeezing my face harder and harder into her chest. She only lets up when I take her nipple into my mouth and start to suck it and bite it gently. She gives me just enough room to look up at her face, her breast still in my mouth, and says to me,
"Do you think you can find me a match?"
"Hell, yeah!" I respond, trying to speak with a mouth full of nipple. "I'd kill to see you in a tussle with another girl. What kind of match are you thinking about?"
"Well," she says, "definitely no hitting. No fist fighting, just wrestling. But anything one girl can do to get the other to submit. I'm willing to try that."
And then I'm inside her for round two.

The next morning I'm lying in bed and wondering where Ayn's gotten off to. She's not in the room. I'm a bit hung over and drained from last night, but I remember everything we talked about. I just hope she remembers and feels the same way about wrestling as she did last night. I hear keys in the door and in comes Ayn, just back from a solo breakfast run in the U.C.
"Look who's finally up!" she says. "I was hungry and you needed your sleep. Gotta keep you fresh for tonight."
I'm groggy, but not totally out of it. I ask, "What's tonight?"
Ayn answers, "My wrestling match. Right here in the room. Just the three of us."
"Huh?!!" is all I can manage.
"I met some one at breakfast. She's trying to make the swim team so we had something to talk about. Turns out we have a lot in common. She said I looked like a swimmer, I said she looked athletic too, and just as I was wondering how to bring up a wrestling match, she did it! She said maybe we should wrestle to see who is more athletic. I think she was only joking, but I jumped at the chance and said I thought it would be fun. She hesitated slightly but agreed. Her name is Larissa; she's blond, my height and weight. She's got bigger boobs than me, but my legs are better," Ayn says with a mischievous smile. "I told her you would love to see me in a wrestling match, and that I'd do ANYthing for you, so this seemed like a no-brainer. I mean, it's not like you're asking me to rob a bank or anything. Just a competitive little girl-on-girl wrestling match. As long as no one gets hurt, what's the harm? Larissa actually thought it was sweet of me to try something just for you. She said her boyfriend back home asked her to do something like that with another girl and she said no. They broke up and she regrets not having done more to make him happy. I guess that's why she's willing to do this."

That night, Sunday, at 8:00 PM, we hear a quiet knock at my door. Ayn springs up answer it and there stands Larissa. My first thought is "Holy crap!! I know her. She's in my Poli-Sci class." We haven't said more than a dozen words to each other all semester but the recognition on her face is obvious.
She breaks into a huge smile, points at me, and says, "I know you! We have a class together!" Then to Ayn she says, "I was starting to feel a little nervous about this whole idea. I almost didn't come. But I feel much better knowing Ombar. Makes it a little less strange."
Larissa is gorgeous. 5'4" tall so she has a slight advantage there. Shoulder length blond hair pulled back into a ponytail. Pretty terrific legs, a fair amount of muscle like a runner's but not as muscled as Ayn's. She's wearing a one-piece leotard, black, with long sleeves but it can't hide a set of 34 D's with rock-hard nipples threatening to poke through. She shrugs off her windbreaker and lets her sweatpants drop, stepping out of them. "I didn't know what to wear. Is this all right?"
I can't take my eyes off her and Ayn is not happy about that. I'm struck mute, but Ayn answers, "Sure, that's fine, but I was hoping you'd wear a bikini, because all I have is my underwear. Either that or I'll have to wear a t-shirt and shorts."
"Get comfortable, I'll take you on in whatever you want," says Larissa, a little confident smile coming to her lips. Maybe she's taking Ayn's discomfort over my staring as hesitation and a little fear. Larissa has a killer body, tight stomach and solid ass from all the time she spends in the pool but if she thinks Ayn is intimidated by her then she's sadly mistaken.
Having gotten the green light from her opponent to disrobe, Ayn pulls off her t-shirt and gym shorts. Now it's Larissa's turn to show a little discomfort. At breakfast she saw only Ayn's legs and forearms. The t-shirt Ayn had on was too loose fitting to give any detail of what lay beneath. Now, in a bra and thong, Ayn's true muscular form is on display, and Larissa is intimidated. You can see it on her face, the smile completely gone, replaced with a look that says, "Where is the damn door?" Ayn reads this right away and reassures her that no one is going to get seriously hurt. "Maybe a bruised ego, but that's about it." Now Ayn is smiling again, spirits buoyed by her opponent's unease. We spread a comforter out in the middle of the floor and I explain that it will serve as the safe area. The carpet and thick padding below will feel almost like an athletic mat and the blanket will prevent rug burn. The match will stop and restart if both girls end up off the blanket or in any dangerous position. I make all the calls. The contest will continue until one girl wrestler surrenders to the other, and that girl has to accept the loser's submission. I reassure them both that I won't let anyone get seriously hurt, but I won't interfere with their battle either. No kicking, no striking with hands, knees, elbows, but ANYTHING ELSE GOES. Pull hair if you want, choke, whatever. I suggest they start on their knees in the middle of the blanket, facing each other.
Ayn vetoes that right away, saying, "Nah, just let us do this our way. I want to start standing up."
Larissa says sure, "Whatever. I'm going to have you begging for mercy in no time." And there's that smile again.
Ayn raises an eyebrow at her, and then brings up both her arms in the classic bodybuilder's double-biceps pose, flexing those killer arms, shoulders, and lats. Even those fantastic abs are standing out and it's quite a picture. Larissa just smiles though, apparently no longer worried.
The girls move to the center of the blanket, face to face, only 6 inches away from each other. I say, "Wrestle!" and it's on. Ayn goes for a bear hug but Larissa is fast and turns slightly to her left, at the same time going for a headlock. She sinks the headlock in easily as Ayn wasn't on guard at all. Ayn might be strong but she's very inexperienced, having wrestled only a couple of times in her life, and never against some one with Larissa's speed and athleticism. Ayn's face is turning red as a beet and I can tell Larissa is working the headlock as hard as she can. Ayn's arms encircle her opponent's waist but she can do little but squirm and moan in Larissa's powerful hold. It's pretty tough for Ayn to say anything with one of Larissa's luscious 34 D's crushed up against her face. The only sounds are Larissa's heavy breathing and Ayn's muffled cries of pain.
"Nnngh!!"
Larissa starts to twist back and forth at the waist, jerking Ayn's head forward and back. Ayn desperately tries to entwine her leg in Larissa's for a trip but she's having no luck. Still in the center of the blanket Larissa drops down to her knees, dragging Ayn down with her in that killer headlock. As her knees touch down on the blanket Larissa executes a perfect hip toss, flinging Ayn over and onto her back.
"Thud!" Ayn lands hard despite the heavily padded carpet and thick comforter they're on, and Larissa has maintained the headlock all the way, still applying the pressure from the sitting position next to her weakening foe. To add to the misery Ayn is suffering Larissa leans onto Ayn's chest and adds her body weight to the hold. The fight is going out of my girl pretty quickly at the onslaught of this busty blond. Ayn's legs are thrashing uselessly, her arms still around Larissa's waist but doing very little.
Sensing that Ayn is almost done, Larissa decides to change tactics. Maybe she was getting fatigued with the hold, but for whatever reason she released it.
I ask Ayn, "Do you want to give up, sweetheart?"
Ayn says nothing but shakes her head no. A little redness fades from her face and she's breathing in ragged gasps. Larissa wastes no time in mounting Ayn and straddling her. From a position where she's sitting on Ayn's stomach she quickly uses those gorgeous toned legs of hers to grapevine Ayn's more muscular, slightly shorter lets. Her ankles hook inside Ayn's ankles and her thighs tighten, showing off the sinewy muscle that's going to be devastating Ayn any second. For now the hold is secure but Larissa is not applying any pressure. It's easy for her to pin Ayn's arms to the floor by simply grabbing her wrists and leaning forward. Ayn offers no real resistance and I think she's just grateful for the end of the pain her foe's headlock was inflicting. But now she's facing a new dilemma, staring up into a pair of tits that are only a few inches from her face, with rock-hard nipples that threaten to poke an eye out!
Larissa's back muscles and triceps are bulging with the relatively minor exertion she's putting out now, but they're easily visible through the black leotard. The fabric is stained darker from sweat between her breasts and in the small of her back, while Ayn is only showing perspiration around her throat and upper chest area, the rest having been wiped off on the blanket or on Larissa. The blond is clearly excited to be in total control and her smile is a mixture of childlike joy and pure female evil. Girls are way more competitive than most guys give them credit for and I'm getting a first-hand demonstration of this competitiveness. All the muscle that Ayn used to flex and intimidate Larissa before they attacked each other has done her no good. Her opponent has been in total control for the entire 5 or 6 minutes they've been locked together in combat, and I'm wondering if she has a chance, or even the will to fight back.
After staring malevolently into Ayn's eyes for maybe 10 full seconds, Larissa goes back to work. She clenches her teeth into a grimace of exertion and rams her legs straight. The effect on Ayn is immediate and Ayn cries out in pain.
"Oooowwww!! Stop it you bitch!!!"
Surprised by this outburst, Larissa asks her victim, "Are you submitting? I hope not because I'm having too much fun to stop just yet." She relaxes her legs for just a second and then rams them straight again, all the pressure on Ayn's knees causing more and more pain.
"Aaaahhh, FUCK YOU!! ...No....quit...." I'm stunned by how much of a beating Ayn is taking but she refuses to give in. The look on her face is one of suffering, but defiant at the same time. I'm impressed and now I can see Ayn's competitive side. Giving in to another girl, be it something as mundane as checkers, or as primal as a wrestling fight, is simply not in her nature. I just wish she'd fight back a little.
Then Larissa makes her first mistake. She relaxes her grapevine for just a second to sink it in a little deeper. She had been starting to ride up on Ayn a little and her legs had slipped up onto Ayn's calves, making the hold less effective. This is all Ayn needs to plant both feet on the floor and arch her back, she gets the two of them up maybe 8 inches off the floor, her blond tormentor still straddling her, but the grapevine is broken now. Larissa realizes this and immediately uses the space between Ayn's back and the ground to slip her legs around Ayn's waist, lock her ankles together, and apply a body scissors. Quick thinking and signs that she's had a few wrestling matches before. As far as I know the only match Ayn has had was her overpowering of her pal Jenny, and I don't know how long that lasted, but I'd guess only a minute or two. Larissa starts squeezing again with her legs, still keeping Ayn's arms pinned to the blanket, but aside from a grunt when the pressure starts Ayn is not in any serious pain. Those awesome abs of hers are protecting her and as long as Larissa keeps her beautiful gams around Ayn's waist and not higher on her chest Ayn should be able to withstand a fair amount of scissoring. Finally time to fight back!
Since she can't just bench press Larissa up off of her, Ayn tries another tactic. She extends her arms outward from her shoulders which has the effect of bringing the blond that's been mounting her down onto her, chest to magnificent chest. Oh, what I wouldn't give for them both to be bare-breasted right now! Truthfully, I have no doubt that Ayn would fight bare-bosom, but there is no way I could ask Larissa to get topless. (Note to self: ask Ayn about her next match being bare-chested, if there ever is to be another match.) Larissa is still confident her legs can hurt Ayn so she releases Ayn's wrists and wraps her arms around Ayn's head, crushing her massive chest against her opponent's face. The smother would be more effective if she were topless, or at least in a bikini, but the leotard prevents a true bosom smother. Her upper body strength is enough, however, to hurt Ayn and now Larissa's back muscles and biceps are bulging with the effort of a crushing bear hug on the muscular brunette's head and neck. With her legs still scissoring Ayn's waist Larissa doesn't have a stable position that will keep the two entangled wrestlers from falling over to one side, and that's exactly what happens. Larissa is slowly crushing her victim's head with her powerful arms and back plus she's maintaining the scissors, although her legs are only holding Ayn and not inflicting any damage. She must realize this and decides for something a little more secure, quickly bringing her right leg down across Ayn's lower back and using her left leg to secure it into a figure-four, placing her right foot behind her left knee and curling her left leg back. It's in good and tight, but she doesn't dare use her arm to grab her left ankle and pull the figure-four tighter. She maintains both arms around Ayn's head for the bear hug.
Ayn's arms are finally free and the first thing she does is wrap them around Larissa's waist and try a bear hug of her own. It's the first offensive move she's tried since her opponent's headlock almost made her cry. Her face is still buried in the blonde’s massive chest but I still hear her grunt with the effort. I'm surprised to see what an effect it has on Larissa. Suddenly she's the one grimacing and I'm thinking, "Keep going, baby, it's a start." Sure, Larissa has an athletic build, she's strong and toned, but my little wrestler is definitely more muscular and stronger. She's finally bringing this advantage into play and I'm getting even more excited if that's at all possible. Seeing two knockout girls wrestle is a real thrill. I was even turned on by Larissa's dominance and overpowering of my Ayn, but to have my baby actually make a fight of it, well, I'm going quietly out of my mind! Because they're on their sides, still locked together by Larissa's legs and mutual bear hugs, neither girl can apply the pressure she wants. Larissa is trying to relax her legs slightly and then suddenly crank down hard with them but it's not doing much. Her bear hug has lost some steam as well, probably due to Ayn's bear hug on her ribs. Ayn's back is alive with the strain, muscles popping out, lats bulging like she's doing pull-ups in the gym, biceps peaked and well defined. A sheen of sweat is now covering her back and staining the thong panties she's wearing a darker blue. Sweat is pasting her hair flat along the sides of her face and the blond is sweating profusely now as well. Larissa's breathing is labored now for the first time and she's not at all pleased at losing total control of the fight. Pain and worry creep into her facial expression as she begins to grimace. Ayn's knuckles on her right hand are digging into her opponent's back, pressing in with the help of her left arm as well. Larissa is about to make her second mistake, and it's gonna cost her.
Releasing her bear hug, Larissa arches her back and leans upward, away from Ayn, and reaches back with her hands to try to pry Ayn's arms from around her and relieve the agony in her own back. As Ayn's face is finally free of Larissa's leotard-clad bosoms I see only a look of anger and determination on her face, no sign of the pain and suffering she had endured.
"How about you, blonde? Want to beg for mercy yet?" asks Ayn.
No answer from her foe. I snap out of my trance and move in to ask Larissa, "Do you want to quit?" She's moaning now and looks on the verge of tears herself, quite a change from maybe 10 minutes ago when she was in the driver's seat and Ayn looked finished. But no response, just moans and an expression that says she's enduring about all she can.
Teeth gritted, eye's closed, she finally croaks out the words, "No....Fucking...Way..." so I let it continue. Ayn is on her left side, arms around Larissa's back, the blonde’s legs in an ineffective figure-four that has slipped even lower, down around Ayn's hips. Ayn pulls her right leg back behind her, plants her foot, and pushes, rolling up and on top of the other wrestler. Larissa releases the figure-four and relaxes the bear hug on Ayn’s head. As her feet come down on the blanket, knees bent and ready to arch her back to try to dislodge the muscular brunette, Ayn springs forward like a pouncing tiger towards Larissa's head, releasing her own bear hug and landing with her chest on her opponents upper chest and head. Ayn's bra pops open but she's not about to stop and remove it completely. She'll wrestle with it hanging from her arms if need be. She's straddling Larissa now and brings her bare breasts down onto Larissa's face. Her arms lock around the blonde’s head and neck and just like that their positions are reversed. My well-muscled wrestler has got her tormentor in a bare-bosom smother, cranking down a bear hug for all she's worth. Larissa thrashes about, legs kicking wildly, feet searching for traction, trying for snatches of breath between Ayn's awesome 36 C's. They may not be quite as huge as her tits but they're doing a good smother job nonetheless. Rather than go for the same grapevine she had to suffer through when Larissa was in control, Ayn chooses to keep her legs in the straddling position, preventing her opponent from rolling them over like she herself did. They're lying still for a moment with both catching their breath, Ayn pinning Larissa with bare breasts crushing down in her face, Larissa's arms around Ayn's lower back, and I take the opportunity to step in and cut the straps of Ayn's bra with scissors. I'll leave it there for now but when it falls away later as they move around on the floor I'll grab it and put it in my desk drawer, a souvenir of the show I'm witnessing.
Larissa doesn't dig her fist into Ayn's back like Ayn did to her, instead reaching up with one arm towards Ayn's face in an attempt to push the muscular wrestler up and off. Ayn gives her head a shake and Larissa's hand slips away, ineffective. She tries again with the same results. Then Larissa grabs a handful of Ayn's ponytail and gives it a yank. Ayn's head comes back and her bare bosoms come up out of Larissa's face, but only by an inch or so. Still, it's a relief for the girl on the bottom, gaining some breathing room and getting another girl's sweaty tits out of her face, even if just for a second or two. I don't know what either of these two fighters were thinking when they first decided to wrestle each other, but one thing is for sure, now his has gone from a playful tussle to an all-out girl fight, each determined to hurt the other and come out the winner. After spending so much time getting abused by the blond Ayn is not about to give her back any advantage. With Larissa pulling her head back by her hair Ayn pulls her foe's head up into her bare chest, burying the blonde’s face in her bosoms again. Ayn looks over to me with a smile, just in time for Larissa to plant her feed and perform a fast and violent back arch. This has the desired effect as Ayn goes flying forward off her opponent, landing at the edge of the blanket. Larissa is still lightning-fast and gets to her feet just as Ayn is realizing what happened, and in no time Larissa is on Ayn's back, her body weight pushing Ayn down flat onto her chest. Larissa is sitting on the small of Ayn's back and smiling that malevolent smile again, straddling her, and drops down chest first onto Ayn's bare back. With her right arm Larissa applies a cross face wrestling hold, pulling Ayn's head back and straining her neck. Ayn reaches for Larissa's arms with her own arms, caught in an excruciating hold that's bloodied her nose slightly, but she can't break the hold or even get some room. Larissa has it sunk in tight, and she's pulling back harder and harder, Ayn trying to scream but not able to make more than a muffled cry through the attacking girl's forearm as it slips over Ayn's mouth. After what seems like an eternity, but what must have been 20 or 30 seconds, Ayn goes limp. Larissa feels the change and releases Ayn, letting her fall back down face first onto the blanket. Ayn's fully conscious but it's clear she's beaten and has no more fight left. She's actually crying quietly, which seems to empower Larissa. Still sitting on Ayn's back, she looks at me and says, "We agreed on a submission, right? And I have to accept it, right?" I nod and say, "Yeah, it's not over until she submits and you accept. The fight is still on." Ayn, through her tears, half screams, "I FUCKING QUIT, O.K.?!! Get the FUCK off me!" Ayn's nose stops bleeding almost immediately and her tears are running down into the little bit of blood under her nose.
I stand and move towards the wrestlers when Larissa gives me a look that chills me. "Not yet, back off!" The venom in her voice surprises me, and I want to protect my beaten girlfriend, but I did lay down the rules pretty clearly and although Ayn may be hurt, I really want to see more. "Sorry, sweetheart, but Larissa hasn't accepted yet. Either fight back or take it, your choice." Ayn seems resigned to her fate, a little more beating by the busty and powerful blond swimmer. At least she's stopped crying. Larissa moves forward from the small of Ayn's back onto her upper back, Larissa's legs pinning Ayn's shoulders down face first, her head pressed against the carpet as Larissa's weight rides up onto her neck.
"OOOWWW! Fuckfuckfuck Let Me Up!" Ayn cries, but Larissa is not quite ready to end the match.
Grabbing Ayn's ponytail she jerks the beaten muscle girl’s head back, eliciting a new cry of pain. Then Larissa wraps her left leg around Ayn's neck, her thigh on the left side of Ayn's head and her shapely toned calf back along the other side of Ayn's head. She than hooks her right leg around her left foot, completing the figure-four around her opponent's head. "That's more like it," she says. "I wanted to finish you off like this during the match, but you were too strong." Larissa continues, "For putting your sweaty tits in my face this is your penalty." Ayn's face is smushed up but she's not being hurt so she's just taking it. Larissa leans back a little, tightening the figure-four and adding some pressure, and through the smushed face she's moaning and trying to say something. I can guess what it is, probably more begging the blond for mercy, but Larissa is enjoying this torture. She leans back more and tears start streaming down Ayn's cheeks again. Larissa senses that I'm about to put an end to it as this is starting to look dangerous. Any girl could hurt some one with that hold, but some one built like Larissa could kill Ayn with those legs. She suddenly leans way back, causing Ayn to come part way up off the floor, Ayn's bare chest up in the air, arms flailing wildly in pain, slapping at Larissa's leg. That's when I grabbed Larissa and almost tackle her, pushing her forward, probably saving Ayn's life! Larissa breaks the hold by releasing her right leg that was holding the figure-four tight, then slips her left leg from around Ayn's neck. She stands and adjusts the sweat-drenched leotard, looks down at Ayn, and then does something that surprises me again. Larissa kneels down beside Ayn, who is still lying face down and gasping for breath, and puts a gentle hand on Ayn's back.
"Are you gonna be alright? I'm sorry if things got a little out of hand. I got carried away - we both did."
Ayn looks at Larissa at first with resentment, obviously despising the thought of another girl beating her in a wrestling fight. Then her look softens and she smiles almost shyly.
"Yeah, I'm o.k. You?"
"Well, my back is gonna be sore, but yeah, I'll be fine. I don't know if I can get the image of your breasts in my face out of my head." They both laugh at that. "They're nice ones, but I've never seen another girl's chest up so close and, uh...personal." More smiling.
"Shit, I thought you were gonna break my neck!" says Ayn. "Where did you learn to use your legs like that?"
"My two brothers both wrestle. One's All-State in high school back home and the other is at Michigan on a scholarship for wrestling. I've been on the receiving end of a lot of those holds for more years than I care to remember!"
"That explains a lot. I still think I'm stronger but you definitely have more skills. I'm gonna ask Ombar to teach me some wrestling moves and then maybe a rematch? A chance for me to get even?"
Larissa smiles like a joyful kid again, no malevolence, and answers, "Sure. I'd love another go-round with you. It was kind of exhilarating. All things considered, I think we're pretty evenly matched."
"Cool," replies Ayn. "It's on then. Our guy here can set it up."
Yeah, that works for me. Maybe next time I'll get topless too."