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"Excuse me, coach, according to the schedule we're supposed to get the weight room now," one of the players replied.
"Well, we're not done yet. You'll just have to wait."
Some of the girls started to grumble, and from the back someone said, "What's the hold up?"
"The wrestling coach says he won't give up the room yet, coach," the girl I'd spoken to replied.
"Oh really? Make a hole -- make it wide!"
The girls moved to either side of the doorway, making room for their coach to approach me. She wasn't exactly what I expected -- about five-three, and dressed as she was in her baggy sweatsuit, she looked pretty skinny. She was new at the school, and I hadn't had a chance to meet her yet.
"Okay, coach," she said, "what's the big idea?"
"We're not finished in here yet. Have your girls come back later."
"First of all," she said, her brown eyes hardening, "we're the WOMEN'S softball team, not the 'girls'. Secondly, your team was supposed to be out of there ten minutes ago."
"Tough shit. We've got the room and we're staying here until we're done."
She shook her head, saying, "I don't know what you think you're pulling, pal, but we're supposed to cooperate. The schedule was drawn up last month. Let's abide by it and not make this an unpleasant encounter, okay?"
"Look, lady, this is the top college wrestling team in the entire northeast. We get a lot of latitude from the administration here because of it. So, we'll use the weight room until we're done, and that's final!"
"I'm not going to stand here and argue all day with you, and I don't want to bring this to the athletic director's attention if I don't have to. You a sporting man?"
"What'd you have in mind?"
"Well, being as you're the wrestling coach, you must be a good wrestler, right? So, we wrestle. If you win, me and my team will back off until you're done, for the rest of the year. If I win, you have to abide by the weight room schedule."
I looked down at her from my six foot one and laughed. "You've got to be kidding. I've got almost a foot on you, and probably outweigh you by ninety or a hundred pounds."
"I don't mind if you don't. Rules are that pins don't count - submissions only - and no striking of any kind, no hair pulling, no eye gouging. Sound fair?"
I figured the AD would've backed me up if I told her to go see him, but the notion of putting this cocky little girl on her back and holding her down appealed to me. "Okay, you're on, little girl -- oh sorry, little WOMAN."
Her eyes narrowed. "The name's Coach Keller. Barb Keller."
"All right, Coach Keller. I'm Coach Dan Martin." I held out my hand.
"May the best man - I mean wrestler - win." She took my hand and squeezed. She had a surprisingly strong grip for such a small girl.
"Come on - the mats are set up right next door."
All the guys on the wrestling team and the girls from the softball team crowded into the small gym we used for wrestling practice. My men lined two sides of the mat, the girls lined the other two sides. I went through some quick stretches, loosening up for the quick win. All I had to do was put this little girl in some hold and put the pressure on until she gave up. I figured it wouldn't take more than five minutes.
Across the mat my opponent was stretching out also, still in her baggy sweats. I had to admit, if we'd met under different circumstances I'd be thinking up ways to get her in the sack. She was damn cute - button nose, freckles, curly brown hair and all.
When we'd both loosened up for about five minutes, she asked, "You ready, Coach?"
"I was born ready," I replied, to which a number of my guys laughed and called out: "Go get 'er, coach.", "Dump 'er on her ass!", "Teach her a lesson, coach!"
The girls responded: "Tie him in knots, Barb!", "Make him submit!", "Rip 'im apart, coach!"
I took up a position on one side of the mat, crouched and with arms outstretched. "Hang on a sec," she said. "Let me get outta this sweatsuit." She yanked the baggy pants down past her shoes, then pulled the shirt off over her head. She was in a white leotard that molded itself to her body in a very sensual way. She wasn't quite as skinny as I'd first thought, and she was definitely a female of the species. Her tits were small and well-shaped, and her arm muscles were well-defined. She didn't have a bodybuilder's physique, more like a gymnast or aerobics instructor's.
But it was her legs that really stood out - literally. Not huge, but exceptionally vascular. It was like a drawing in an anatomy book come to life - I believed I could see every individual muscle in those legs. I revised my estimate of her weight from one hundred to maybe one-ten - but I figured I had eighty pounds on her at least.
After tossing the sweats to a corner of the mat, she said, "Ready," and took up a position across the mat from me.
We began circling, closing the distance between each other. I noticed that she seemed totally at home on the mat, and apparently had some wrestling experience. I figured that she'd be quicker than I was, but I might still surprise her with my speed, as I was pretty fast for a six-one, hundred and ninety pound guy. I knew I was stronger than she was, despite her obvious fitness, and my strategy would be to close with her, get her on the mat and get her in a hold. Then it was just a matter of time until she submitted. But I also knew that her legs could be a tremendous equalizer, and I figured to stay away from them if I could.
She tried to reach in for a single-leg pickup but I put my hands on her shoulders and held her off. As she tried to get close enough to me to grab me, I noticed that she was stronger than I'd thought. The shoulders under my hands were hard with muscle, and I was having a tougher time holding her off than I'd expected.
I leaned my weight on her and pushed her to her hands and knees, then reversed myself so that I was across her back and wrapped my arm under her chin. I heard some of my guys saying, "That's the way, coach!"
"Yeah! Rip her head off!"
Surprisingly, she didn't panic. Somehow she grabbed my arm before I had the hold locked in tight and used a judo throw to toss me to the mat. I hit and rolled away, getting to my feet quickly. She'd been about to follow up but thought better of it when I got up so quickly. Her softball players cheered her on: "Nice throw, coach!", "Good move, Barb!"
She moved in on me again, quicker this time, and got inside my guard, picking up an ankle. I wasn't prepared for her strength as she held my leg and drove a shoulder into my belly. I went down on my back and my opponent tried to turn me to my stomach but I was able to wrench my leg away from her surprisingly strong grasp and roll away again. I scrambled up and nodded at her, to which she just smiled faintly.
We came together again, and this time I got the single-leg. It wasn't easy, but I pulled her leg in and put her on her back. Somehow she got her other leg up into my chest and grabbed my head, then flipped me over her head to the mat. I wasn't expecting it and landed hard, momentarily stunned. The woman in leotard was atop me in an instant, but I was able to throw her off with little difficulty.
My landing had slowed me, however, and before I could get back up she had a sinewy arm around my neck. It was apparent she really knew her stuff as she locked me into a sleeper hold. I wasn't being choked, but if I wasn't quick I'd be out very soon. Her team was ecstatic: "Way to go coach!", "Yeah! Give it to him!"
I reached up and grabbed her arm, trying to break the hold. Her forearm and wrist felt like wire cable thinly covered with human flesh. Try as I might, I couldn't break the hold, though I did loosen it enough that the blood kept flowing to my brain. My guys were stunned, but tried to encourage me: "C'mon, coach!", "Get up and kick her ass!", "Don't let her beat you!"
I could hear the laughter in her voice as she asked me, "Wanna quit?" I growled in response and rolled to my hands and knees. She wrapped her legs around my body, and I knew I couldn't let her lock that hold in.
Getting my legs under me I stood up and forced an arm inside hers, then bent forward and down, dropping to my knees and flipping her over my head to the mat. I took a deep breath and got ready to leap on her, but she wasn't there when I arrived.
She'd been able to roll, so the flip hadn't bothered her, and was on her feet before I landed. She dropped all her weight on my back, and it hurt like hell. Then my carotid arteries were again being crushed between her wiry forearm and surprisingly large bicep. Before she locked it in I twisted and was able to get her off me for a second, but she quickly resumed her attack, this time locking her arms around my middle and trapping my head between her thighs.
One quick jolt from those rock-hard legs and I knew I was in a lot of trouble. It felt like my head was trapped in the jaws of a vise, and someone was turning the handle, tightening those jaws. I immediately got the mother of all headaches, and I wondered if my head was getting flatter or if it was just my imagination.
Thinking that she might let go if she were upside down, I got to my feet. This didn't bring any relief - quite the contrary, she squeezed my head even more tightly. She constricted her arms also, and I was forced to rethink the power this little dynamo possessed. "Down, boy," she told me, "or I'll really start to squeeze."
That scared me more than a little. "Start to squeeze"? Shit, she was crushing my head as it was. But, incredibly, the pressure on my head and torso increased by the second, and I dropped to my knees from the pain. "That's better," she said. "Anytime you wanna give, just let me know." She gave a wrench and we were on our sides, with her still maintaining the killer headscissors.
Her team was screaming at her to finish me off: "All right Barb! Squeeze the shit outta him.", "Yeah! Knock him out!"
My team was pleading with me to get free. "C'mon, coach, she's only a GIRL for cryin' out loud!"
I just couldn't give up. Not to this little skinny - well, not so skinny, there was some quality muscle on her body - girl. I kicked my legs, trying to get her head, but couldn't do it. I rolled to my back, putting my full weight on her. She grunted a bit but kept up the pressure on my head. Her bear hug on my waist, however, loosened a bit.
Quickly I got my arms inside hers and was able to pry her hands apart. Frantically I kicked my legs backwards and into a handstand, popping my head from between her thighs. I did a backward roll and ended up sitting on the mat eight feet away.
"All right coach!" "Yeah - now show her who's boss!"
Unfortunately, I was dizzy and disoriented by the minute or so I'd been between her steely legs. I couldn't react when she attacked. She spun me around so my back was to her and pulled me backwards into her deadly embrace. She secured my arms and locked her hands behind my back, then wrapped those lethal legs around my waist.
My breath left my lungs in an audible wheeze as she crushed my midsection between her iron-hard legs. I was able to watch her thighs grow and bulge as she poured it on, and wondered that I'd ever thought her skinny. I tried to pull my arms free, but she had all the leverage she needed to keep them imprisoned with her own sinewy arms.
Her breath tickled my ear as she whispered, "You ready to quit yet?" I shook my head and she chuckled throatily. "Oh, stubborn, eh? Okay - I can keep this up for quite a while. Let's see how long you last." Her strength amazed me - she was really incredibly powerful. I could only get a little air to my lungs - her python-like thighs rippled as she squeezed and squeezed, sapping my strength until I was helpless. Now only semiconscious, I looked around to see that my guys had left the gym, humiliated at seeing their coach destroyed by a much smaller girl - woman. The softball team was screaming encouragement to their coach, at least it looked like they were. There was a roaring in my ears that prevented me from hearing much, and my vision was going gray.
She released my arms - I was too far gone to use them to try to escape anyway - and grabbed my chin in her strong hands, jerking my head back. At the same time she was pressing in on the sides of my jaw, and I swear I felt the bones bend. I reached up to pull her arms away, but in my weakened state she easily maintained the hold. Again I felt the steely sinews of her forearms and wrists rippling under my hands as she increased my pain.
She relaxed both holds, and I could breathe again! "Ready to quit yet?" she asked. Befuddled, I was a little slow to respond, and she said, "Okay, coach, let's see how you stand up to this one!"
In a flash her legs were around my head again, and she locked them into the classic figure-four. One muscular calf was locked under my chin and the softball-sized muscle it sported was threatening to crush my windpipe. "I know you can't talk very well right now," she told me, "but if you want to give tap my leg three times."
I frantically tapped her thigh before I totally lost consciousness and she loosened the leggy noose around my throat. "Say it," she ordered me.
"Say it or I'll put you back in the scissors."
"I - I quit," I managed to rasp, desperate to keep her from locking those deadly legs around me again.
"Say 'Uncle'!" she demanded.
"U-uncle." She laughed and unlocked her legs, then stood up as her team congratulated her. "Nice work, coach!", "Yeah, way to put that guy in his place!" "Atta girl, coach!"
She knelt next to me as I lay on the mat and said, "Nice match, Dan. You lasted longer than most people do."