THE CHAMPIONSHIP By Quinton The arena was packed. It was Friday night at the wrestling matches. Tonight was special. For two months everyone had been anticipating the Championship Match. It was the last match on the card and was a match between the middle-weight men's champion and the women's champion. It was the first time the Wrestling Federation had allowed a mixed wrestling match at one of their events and the fans were ecstatic. The men's champion was John. He was 5'9" tall and weighed 160 pounds. He had been the middle- weight champion for almost a year. At 27 years old, he had been wrestling since high school. His all around wrestling skills were exceptional. Although he had lost some matches, he had never lost a match by submission. He liked to use his speed and expertise with wrestling holds, particularly the sleeper, to win his matches. The women's champion was Keli. She was also 5'9" tall and she weighed 140 pounds. Although she was outweighed by 20 pounds she was an exceptional wrestler and in top physical shape. Keli was 23 years old and had been champion for 6 months. Keli had started wrestling as a sophomore in high school after she had gone to a wrestling tournament with her boyfriend and had been intrigued and excited by the action on the mat. Since that time she had also participated in various forms of martial arts. Keli enjoyed combat, particularly single-handed combat where it was necessary for her to depend on only herself for victory or defeat. In high school there had only been boys to wrestle. She lost her first three matches, but as she trained harder and gained in skill and strength, she began to win her matches. Keli had also noticed the effect she had on boys. After all, she had long blonde hair, the face of a Nordic princess, and a to-die- for body. She took full advantage of her affect on boys and had usually won the psychological wrestling match long before there was any mat action. After graduation, she had decided to join the Wrestling Federation since she figured she could make money doing something she really enjoyed. In the early days, before she had made a reputation in the Federation, she had done some free-lance wrestling for a company that produced wrestling videos. It was here she had a chance to wrestle men who were larger and stronger that she was. She was undefeated. Her favorite weapons were her legs, and once she trapped a victim in a scissors hold the match was usually soon over. Keli had tremendous control over her leg muscles and she could end a match in a few seconds with a scissors hold or squeeze ever so slowly so that her victim might take 15-20 minutes to submit. Around the circuit, Keli was known as the "Black Widow" since she always wrestled in a black bikini and showed no mercy as she overwhelmed her opponent. Keli loved to wrestle and she loved to win. John was first to enter the ring. He had been worried about this match ever since it was scheduled. He had seen Keli wrestle and knew that she was skillful and strong. He was more worried about the fact that she was a woman. He wasn't sure how or where he should or could grab her. Since he was bigger and stronger he figured he would win, he certainly didn't want to be embarrassed by losing, but he didn't want the fans to think he was beating up on a woman. He had tried every way he could think of to have the match canceled, but there was just too much money to be made. He made up his mind to end the match as quickly as possible. Keli strutted into the ring. The fans were cheering her on and she was excited. Keli had been training extra hard for this battle, and she was determined to win and win in a big way. She wanted to beat the male champion so bad that there would be no argument about her abilities or the conduct of the match. She was wearing a new black string bikini that did little to cover her thrust out breasts or hide her jutting nipples. She was getting wet between her legs just from the sexual tension in the arena. Her whole body glistened with a light sheen of sweat. There was no doubt that this "Battle Between The Sexes" had the fans charged up. The ring announcer grabbed the microphone and started the introductions, "Ladies and gentlemen," he shouted into the mike, in an attempt to get the noise level of the crowd down, "tonight's main event is the first Mixed Wrestling Championship Match in Wrestling Federation history. Tonight's match is a barefoot, no-holds barred, two out of three falls, no time limit match. There will be no disqualification's and the match will not end until there is a winner. Wrestling out of the White Corner is John, the men's middle- weight division champion." The crowd cheered loudly for John as he raised his arms in acknowledgment as he walked around the ring. "And wrestling out of the Black corner," the announcer tried to yell over the wild yells of the crowd, "is the woman's wrestling champion, the Black Widow, Keli!" The crowd erupted into delirious shouting and cheering as Keli strutted around the ring, displaying her proud body. There was no doubt that most of the crowd was supporting Keli. As Keli was strutting around the ring, she was going over in her mind the plan she had developed for this match. Her first goal was to distract John. She could tell just by looking at him that he was none too happy about having to wrestle her. She stopped in front of John, smiled her most seductive smile and said, "If you win, I will be your sex slave." She looked at John's crotch and saw the bulge start to grow. Keli smiled again and strutted away. "Goal number one accomplished." she thought. Keli planned to start fast, keep John off-balance and win the first fall in a convincing manner. For the second fall, she planned to take her time inflicting a maximum amount of pain and humiliation. Keli wanted two submissions and she wanted John to be afraid of her. The bell rang to start the match. The two wrestlers came together at the center of the ring. They looked directly into each others eyes. As they raised their arms to lock-up to start the battle Keli said, "You can rip off my top if you're man enough". That was enough to distract John, he momentarily looked down at Keli's large, firm breasts and that was all the opening Keli needed. Keli pivoted to her left, reached back with both arms, grabbed John behind the head, bent over and flipped John over her back. As John hit the canvas, Keli quickly jumped on him and locked his left arm in a tight arm-bar combination hold. John was caught by surprise! Keli started to apply pressure to John's left shoulder as he desperately tried to break out of the hold. As John struggled, Keli slowly eased off, letting John start to get to his feet, all the time keeping the arm-bar tight. When John got to his knees Keli let go of the arm-bar, grabbed John's left wrist with both hands, stepped up and over his left arm with her right leg and pulled up on John's left arm. Now John's left upper arm was trapped between Keli's thighs and his wrist was being held tightly against her chest. This caused John to remain bent over, unable to stand up. Suddenly, Keli sat down! Her weight on John's left shoulder forced him to the mat, flat on his face. When Keli's full weight landed on John's left shoulder, he let out a short grunt of pain. John's shoulder and arm were filled with sharp pain. It felt like it had been dislocated. John started to feel fear. What had he gotten into! Less than one minute into the match and here he was, almost helpless. He knew that he wouldn't be able to use his left arm and that scared him. It dawned on him that he might lose the match. Keli smiled her secret victory smile. "Got him!", she thought to herself. "He won't be able to use that arm for a while. It's time to show him some female power!" Keli swung around, grabbed John's painful, throbbing left arm and locked it into a modified figure-four leglock. Using her hands for support, she raised up, causing John's arm to feel like it was going to be pulled out of it's socket. John screamed in pain! The referee bent over and asked John if he gave up. John said "No!" and tried in vain to struggle free of the hold. John had never submitted in a match yet, and he wasn't going to start now, no matter how bad the pain was. Keli kept the hold for a full minute as John writhed in pain. Keli told John, "Don't give up yet, I'm just getting started." Keli let go of the hold and stood up. John laid face down on the mat, barely moving. Keli grabbed John's left arm, pulled him to his feet and put him in a standing reverse headlock. Then she brought her right knee up and slammed it into the pit of his stomach. Keli held John up while she did this five times in a row. When she let go, John collapsed on the canvas, gasping for breath. The crowd had gone strangely silent. They were in awe of Keli's ability and apparent ease with which she was overpowering John. Once again Keli grabbed John's left arm and dragged him to his feet. John grimaced in pain as his shoulder throbbed. Keli backed him into a corner of the ring, draped his right arm over and under the top rope, grabbed his right wrist to hold him in place, and alternately drove her fist then her knee into his abdomen. When Keli let go of John's wrist he sank again to the canvas. Keli dragged John to the center of the ring and whipped him into the ropes. When John bounced off the ropes Keli was waiting with a clothesline hit. John landed flat on his back and didn't move. The referee bent over John, "Give up?" John managed to shake his head "No." The referee said, "Wrestle." Keli immediately reached down, grabbed John's ankles, lifted up and stepped over John's back, putting him into a painful Boston crab. "Time to set up the submission for this fall," thought Keli. She was planning on winning with an over-the-shoulder back-breaker hold. John struggled to get out of the hold, telling the ref "No!" every time the ref asked for a submission. Keli crouched lower and lower, making the hold more and more painful. Finally she let go. One more time, Keli grabbed John's left arm and dragged him to his feet. John offered no resistance. Keli reached down, put her right arm between John's legs, lifted him up and bodyslammed him to the canvas. She did this four times. Each time the ring shook from the impact of John's body. The fifth time Keli dropped to one knee and slammed John's back into her other knee. John screamed again in pain as it felt like his back was broken. Keli dumped John to the mat where he slowly writhed around trying to ease the pain. Keli strutted around the ring with her arms raised in victory. The crowd cheered and stamped their feet. "Finish him! Finish him!", they screamed. Finally Keli walked over and stood spreadlegged over John. With her right foot she rolled him over onto his stomach. Her feet straddled his chest. As John struggled to get to his hands and knees Keli reached down and grabbed him tightly around the abdomen. With a quick snatch, she lifted him up and placed him in an over-the-shoulder back-breaker. John was so racked with pain that he started screaming, "I give, I give" over and over again. The ref waved the submission sign and raised Keli's right arm in victory. The crowd screamed it's approval. Keli paraded around the ring with John draped over her left shoulder. He was utterly helpless and beaten. Keli whispered to John, "This was just the warm up. After the next fall you'll wish you had never entered the same ring with me. I'm going to hurt you even worse and humiliate you. I'm going to squeeze you with my legs until you pass out. Before I'm done you'll be begging me to let you go. I'm going to smother you with my tits and grind my crotch into your face. Oh yeah, tough guy, you can still rip off my top if you're man enough". With that remark, Keli pushed John off of her shoulder and he landed flat on his back on the canvas and didn't move. Keli went to her corner, faced the crowd, and felt the cheers and waves of sexual energy roll over her. She loved it. There was a three minute rest period between falls. John had started crawling back to his corner. He was hurt and knew it. He was still having a hard time believing that Keli had beat him up so easily. He also knew that he didn't stand a chance against Keli in the second fall. She could and would beat him at will. He only hoped that somehow he would get an opening to get an advantage. He determined to use every last ounce of strength to beat her if he got just one small chance. If not, then he would hang on as long as he could before he submitted again. Keli was going to have to work hard for her victory. The bell for the second fall rang before John had fully stood up in his corner. His left arm and shoulder were almost numb and useless and he was having a hard time straightening his back. He looked up to see Keli moving across the ring towards him, a slight smile on her face. He knew he was in trouble. As Keli moved across the ring toward John she could see the pain and fear in her victim's eyes. She was going to make him struggle until she got tired of hearing him beg for mercy. When Keli reached John he tried to raise his arms to grab her but she stepped up on the ropes, put her hands under his chin and bent his head backwards over the turnbuckle. Right away she was in control of the match, again. John wrapped his arms around Keli's midsection and tried to squeeze her in a bearhug but there was no strength in his left arm. John started to move away from the turnbuckle and when he did Keli wrapped her long, sinuous legs around his waist and started squeezing. John gasped as he felt the power of Keli's legs. She was still pushing his head backwards and this caused John to fall to the canvas. They landed with Keli on top and her legs still wrapped around John's midsection. Keli moved her body slightly and turned the hold into a full body scissors. John, realizing what had happened tried in vain to break the hold. It was to no avail. Just like a python, Keli's legs started their job of squeezing the life out of John. Slowly at first, the more John struggled the tighter Keli's legs squeezed. John tried bridging, sitting up, twisting and turning and unclasping Keli's ankles. Nothing worked. The muscles in Keli's long, perfect legs bulged as they slowly did their damage. It was getting harder and harder for John to breath. He started to worry that Keli might break some of his ribs if she squeezed any harder. Just when he thought he would pass out, Keli let up on the pressure. "How's that for power, big guy?" she taunted. "Want some more?" Keli laughed at John's feeble attempts to break free. Now Keli decided to start the humiliation. "What's the matter, big guy? How's it feel to get beat by a woman?" Keli taunted John again. "I wasn't even squeezing hard. I can finish this match any time I want, but first I'm going to hurt you some more." Suddenly, Keli started alternately squeezing and letting off the pressure, while little by little tightening her legs around John's midsection. Each time she squeezed John groaned in pain. The ref asked for submission, but John shook his head. "Your going to break my ribs!", said John through pain-clenched teeth. "That's kind of the idea" replied Keli as she kept the pressure on. Once again John was close to passing out from the pain and a lack of air. He was beaten again and he knew it. He just hoped he could hold on long enough to find an opening. If he passed out the ref would just wait for him to come to and continue the match. Finally, just before he passed out, Keli unlocked her magnificent legs and pushed John away. She stood up while John tried to catch his breath and clear his head. Keli wasn't even breathing hard. "Gotta work that arm again." thought Keli as she grabbed John's left arm and dragged him to his knees. She held his left wrist with her left had and came down viciously with her right elbow on John's left shoulder. John screamed in pain and dropped to the canvas. Keli pulled him up again and repeated the blow to his shoulder. She let him crumple to the canvas. John's entire left arm and shoulder felt like it was on fire and he couldn't move it. Before John knew what was happening, Keli again grabbed his left arm, dragged him to his feet and whipped him into the ropes. As he came off the ropes Keli caught him in an abdominal stretch. John could only hang there helpless as Keli put more and more pressure into the hold. He kept shaking his head when the ref asked for submission. Keli kept him there for about a minute. Suddenly, Keli raked the long nails of her right hand across John's abdomen leaving four trails of blood. John yelled. The crowd went crazy. The sight of blood made the match take on a sinister nature. Everyone in the crowd was standing up yelling and cheering for Keli. Keli released the hold and John again slumped to the canvas. Keli strutted around the ring showing off her magnificent body. Keli decided to work over John's legs for a while. His left arm was useless, his back was injured, and she had almost broken his ribs. Keli put her right foot on John's left ankle pinning it to the mat, grabbed John's right ankle in both hands and lifted up and to the left putting him in a leg spread. Both Keli and John realized at the same time that his crotch was unprotected. Before John's pain-racked body could react, Keli stomped John's left inside thigh right next to his crotch. Then holding his right leg high she knee- dropped onto the inside of his left thigh. John's leg throbbed in pain. Keli dropped John's legs and the crowd screamed, "Figure-four, figure-four!" Keli looked at the crowd, smiled a dazzling smile and locked John's legs into a figure-four legelock. She raised up on her hands, leaned back and put pressure on the hold. John gasped in pain and tried to get out of the hold. It was no use, Keli had the hold executed perfectly. Keli arched her back and put a tremendous amount of leverage into the hold. John almost passed out. Again he shook his head when the ref asked for submission. Finally Keli let go. John could do nothing but lay on the canvas, beaten. Still, Keli wasn't done. She wanted to hurt and humiliate John some more. Keli kneeled down beside John, rolled him over onto his stomach, straddled his back, slipped her arms under his arms and behind his neck and started putting pressure into the full-nelson. Then she started pulling back, pulling his head off the canvas and arching his back. Before John could even gasp in pain Keli rolled to the side taking John with her. As she did, she wrapped her powerful legs again around his midsection and started to squeeze and pull down. Again helpless and being tortured John tried to struggle but he was held fast. Keli's powerful arms were forcing his neck down and her amazonian legs were not only squeezing the breath out of him, they were stretching his back at the same time she was arching it which caused him to scream again in pain. John had lost count of the times he had screamed. He had never let out even a whimper in his whole wrestling career and here he was being held helpless by this Wonder Woman who was giving him the worst beating of his life. Now he was hoping to just come out of the match without serious injury. It was obvious to him and everyone in the arena that Keli was in complete control of the match and that she could hurt him anyway she wanted to. Mercifully, Keli let him go. But she immediately clamped him in a camel clutch. This was strictly a hold used in women's matches and for Keli to use it showed the crowd the contempt she now held for her victim. John was again helpless and racked with pain. Now Keli started taunting, "Ready to give up now, big guy?" John tried to shake his head but Keli's grip was too tight. Keli laughed. "This is nothing, the pain is just beginning." Keli released the camel clutch and John's face slammed into the mat. He didn't move. Keli pulled him to his feet and backed him into a turnbuckle. She draped his arms over the top rope, put her feet on the second rope and forced his head back with her hands. Slowly Keli put first one leg and then the other leg over the top rope until she was straddling John's neck. Now the only thing keeping John standing was his neck pinned to the top turnbuckle by Keli's legs. John's arms were trapped under Keli's legs and he could only move his legs to try and escape the hold. Keli sat there until John stopped struggling and hung there limply. Keli got down off the ropes and whipped John into the ropes. When he bounced off the ropes she sidestepped him and caught him in a standing sleeper hold. John waved his arms trying to get loose but it didn't do any good. He was quickly loosing consciousness. Just before he passed out Keli let him drop to the mat. He lay there helpless against her attacks. Keli still wasn't done beating him up. She still wanted to crush him with her legs and smother him with her breasts and crotch. She wanted to hurt him and make him beg for mercy. And so the end began.. Keli wrapped her python-like legs around John's head in a figure-four reverse headlock. With what little strength he had left John grabbed her rock-hard thighs and tried to pry them apart. He might as well have tried to bend steel bars. Keli's legs were locked in tight and she started squeezing ever so slightly. "I'm going to keep doing this, making my legs tighter and tighter until you start begging for mercy!" she hissed as John feebly struggled to break free. Finally John could take it no longer. The slow strangulation action of Keli's legs were too much. "Please let me go." begged John. Keli python legs only squeezed tighter. John was skirting the edge of consciousness when Keli once again loosened her vise-like grip. As he started to struggle harder to escape, Keli rotated John's head until his face was right in her crotch. Quickly raising up on her hands and arms, she violently tightened the figure-four headlock until John's face was buried deep in her crotch. John's body bucked and jerked as he tried break loose to breathe. His hands clawed at her steel thighs in an effort to gain relief. Nothing worked! He was completely helpless to escape. Suddenly John's body went limp, he had passed out. The crowd cheered louder than ever. Keli unlocked her legs, pushed John's limp body away, and stood up. The crowd yelled, "Finish him! Hurt him! Finish him!" Keli walked back over to John who way laying on his back in the center of the mat where she had left him. He was just starting to regain consciousness. The ref took one look at John and said "Wrestle." Keli look down at John. His abdomen was bloody from where she had raked her nails across his skin. There were bloody spots on the canvas wherever he had lain. Fresh blood still oozed from the wounds. He lay spread-eagle on the canvas completely at her mercy. Slowly Keli lowered herself to her knees until she was straddling John's waist. "Well big guy, since you're not man enough to take off my bikini top, I'll do it myself." she told him as she arched her back, reached behind her to untie the straps. As she took off the top her magnificent breasts sprung free. Keli had blocked out everything but her victim. The crowd didn't exist, the ref didn't exist, the arena didn't exist. Just her victim who she was getting ready to destroy. Keli threw aside her bikini top as she stretched herself out fully on top of John. Her legs intertwined John's in a powerful double-leg grapevine hold. She clamped her hands on his wrists and pinned them above his head, and lowered her breasts onto his face. John tried to struggle but Keli had him pinned too tightly. He couldn't move. Slowly she started to spread her legs driving his legs farther apart. Then she began pounding his midsection with her pelvis, driving it again and again into his body. Each time she drove her pelvis into him, she spread her legs farther apart. Every few blows Keli would lift up her breasts to let John take a breath of air. Each time John took a breath of air he would beg for mercy. "Please let me go, you're going to break my ribs, you're going to kill me!" he shouted each chance he got. Faster and faster Keli pounded her pelvis into him and wider and wider apart she spread her legs. Finally, John screamed as he felt two ribs break, and then a muscle in his right leg gave way. Again he passed out. Still Keli wasn't done. The crowd was now silent awaiting to see what she would do next. Keli untangled herself from John. Her abdomen was smeared with John's blood. Just about finished, Keli sat on John's chest in a classic schoolboy pin, and waited for him to come to. Slowly, John started to realize where he was and what had happened. He groaned and whimpered at the pain of his broken ribs and torn leg muscle. When he was fully conscious Keli told him, "Now I'm going to give you a treat that most men would pay their last dollar for. I'm going to smother your face with my crotch." Keli slid forward and placed her crotch right on John's mouth and nose. With he air cut off, John begin weakly struggling but it was no more than token resistance. He had been completely overwhelmed and humiliated. He had been badly injured and would not be able to wrestle for a long time. He had screamed and begged for mercy from a woman. Mercifully, just before he passed out he signaled his submission. The ref raised Keli's arm in victory. The crowd poured out of their seats and crowded around the ring yelling, "Keli, Keli, Keli!" Still sitting on John's face, Keli raised both arms in victory and smiled the biggest smile she could manage. She had done it. She had beaten the male champion. Not only had she won the match she had completely dominated her opponent. She had destroyed him. She had been in complete control from the opening bell until the end. She had humiliated him and made him beg for mercy. She was the true champion. The announcer grabbed the mike and made the announcement, "Ladies and gentlemen, winner in two straight falls by submission and completely overpowering her opponent, the first Mixed Wrestling Champion of the World, the "Black Widow" Keli." The crowd cheered their approval. Keli got to her feet, left John lying in the middle of the ring and made her way to her dressing room.