SURPRISE SURPRISE!

By

Mixed Wrestling Freak

Staying in shape had always been something I prided myself in after being a wrestling jock in high school and college. Even though I'm now in my 40's, I've been fortunate to keep my 6', 185 lb. physique pretty close to the way it looked in my younger years through weight training, aerobic exercise and jiu-jitsu/combat wrestling classes taught by NHB type guys.

Which is why SHE was such as surprise.

Always looking for new ways to work out, I started taking spinning classes at my local gym. Those are the classes where you get on this racing bike type cycle and go through a class routine. It's great exercise. I'd been going to later classes in the day and kept hearing everyone talk about “Shauna” who taught the early morning classes. I decided I had to check this out so I pulled myself out of bed for an early morning class. I had just set up my bike and was starting to pedal a bit before class when I heard a voice say, “Is this your first time spinning?” I looked up and saw nothing short of a perfect fitness amazon vision brought to life. She was almost as tall as me (5'11” I came to find out) and looked to go about 160-165. It was ALL perfectly toned female muscle with a pretty face and reddish blonde hair. She still had a t-shirt on over some other stuff but her tight fitting lycra shorts had those thick, perfectly muscled thighs that all men dream about and calves that had spent considerable time getting developed. “I'm Shauna” she said. I told her I'd been coming to the later classes for a while but still thought of myself as a novice. “Don't worry. I won't beat you up too bad.” was her reply.

She was everything she was rumored to be. The class was a killer but the high point was when she took off the outer t-shirt about 20 minutes into the class to expose not only some GREAT shoulders and arms but a shirt that said “Asics WRESTLING” on it. Despite how hard the class was, I was completely aroused at the thought of this fit goddess as a potential wrestler.

After the class, she asked me how I thought I did and I responded with the feeling that I'd done okay but that she was, indeed, a formidable instructor. I then mentioned that I noticed the wrestling shirt and asked if she was a wrestling fan as I'd wrestled in high school and college. She leaned up and whispered in my ear something I'll never forget.

“The truth is, I like to fight and I'm good at it.”

“Whoa!!!!” I said. “Well, we might just have to go a few falls sometime.”

“How about now?” was her response. She held up her keys to various parts of the gym and said, “Come on. Let's go.” I was not about to let this chance go by.

We went into the room where the martial arts classes take place and she locked the door behind us. “No chance running away now,” she said with a sly grin. “What style and rules do you like?”

“How about competitive submission wrestling to tap outs,” I responded thinking that might intimidate her.

“Great!” she responded. “Most taps decides the winner. Twenty minute limit?”

“You got it.” I said.

We circled and I went in for a side headlock to do a hip toss. She pulled out twisted my right arm up behind me, forced me face first into the mat and had me down, her on my back with me in a choke, seemingly, in about one second. She tightened the choke and I knew I had to tap. She lightened up the choke but didn't let me up. Instead, she leaned down again and whispered in my ear, “I gonna kick your bitch ass.”

“Oh, a trash talker too I see.” I said. “Well then come on tough girl. Let's see who is who's bitch at the end of this.”

For the next THIRTY minutes we fought like two feral cats. We went after each other like we had hated each other for years. The falls were even and we were both starting to tire. We decided on one more fall.

“How about we change the rules for this last fall.” She said. “Total NHB. Kicks, punches, everything.”

“Bring it bitch.” was my response.

The next thing I knew, there was a foot firmly planted in my mid section and I was bending over in PAIN. I recovered just enough to duck a roundhouse left that would have finished me. As I came up, I was able to get my arms beneath her shoulders from behind for a perfect full nelson. I clamped it down HARD and knew I couldn't let up.

“Give now bitch.” I screamed. “I'll break your frickin' shoulders off.” She fought it for over a minute but, eventually, couldn't take it. “Alright, asshole, I give.” To add insult to her injury, I used a pro move and picked her up and threw her to the mat.

She looked up and simply said, “Rematch?” “Anytime,” I responded, “but first, how about dinner tonight?”

That was four months ago. Oh the things we've done since then but that's for next time.