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[First- I appreciate the thanks and support. The first installment was riddled with spelling and grammar issues, as I finished it in a "fuck it, I gotta get this out on paper at some point" kick while drunk and stoned after a night out. I've proofread this a little more, making things a little more accurate and readable.]

I was caught off guard by Bella’s immediacy- she charged hard. She crashed into me and I took a few steps back. Fortunately, what she held in brashness she lacked in technique. Our inexperience was obvious, we both just grabbed what we could. She went for my shoulders while I just bear hugged her. I was happy to put her in it, she felt really good against my body, her tight swimsuit left no wrinkles and perfectly fitted her toned figure. I felt her hard nipples pressed against my abs. I’m sure she could feel my swelling dick below her belly button, but it didn’t matter. It felt human and primal, not awkward.

We remained standing in a struggle. I could feel her strong core contract in my grasp. I took the bearhug as a chance to feel her out muscularity for weak spots- she had none. Her arms were around my head at this point and had a surprising amount of influence over it. These fucking swimmers! First Casey and now Bella! Technically Bella was a surfer but it’s still the same motions right? with maybe a little more upper body strength and balance? They both had the same deal, except Bella put forth the effort to train, and felt bold enough about her physique to brag about it beforehand with the pictures! This was going to be tough.

Bella was breathing heavy. For how in shape she was, this wasn’t going well for her. Bella had a very feminine, high pitched cadence that soon made an appearance in her breaths. Her breaths became sighs and gasps. It was unbelievably hot. I was a sucker for voices like this. Once again, tough shit.

Suddenly, Bella jumped, pulling my head for support. She clasped her tan, powerful legs around my midsection. I grunted. She wasn’t squeezing yet, but she wasn’t letting go anytime soon. It felt amazingly intimate. I had been looking forward to a moment like this for years, and it was living up to the billing.

I eventually went down. Proving I was strong enough to have a 125 pound girl hang from me was a fun party trick but not a way to win a wrestling match. I lowered to my knees and she peeled off me and got down to the floor, facing me, maintaining her grip. As we separated, she grabbed my arms and kept them in check. Those surfer swimmer arms were not fucking around. She had a fine bicep and it started to flex some. I should of thought about my next move, but instead I looked down. I wanted to see her legs in action, and I was not disappointed. I was greeted with the same massive tan pillars of muscle she had sent me a selfie of. They were gorgeous, with her massive quads cloaked in beautiful natural tan skin sculpting out into bulging tendons and abductors near her crotch. I thought about maybe letting her out me in a scissor if I got up 2-0, I just wanted to know what it felt like.

I’m a dumbass. As I let my guard down, she shifted everything to the right and pulled me down with what felt like her legs alone. It was a very athletic move. She then used the momentum of me going down to catapult her on top of me. She took no time in flattening me into a schoolgirl pin. Yikes. She didn’t count, but was able to keep me down while she slowly creeped up her position on me. Soon her crotch was about 6 inches from my face. I could feel heat and wetness on my upper chest. She kept panting in the same high pitched sigh, she sounded like she was having a revelation too.

She abruptly clasped her legs against my head and swayed to the side. It was a classic headscissor. In a fit of major luck to me, she didn’t position me right, and I was still a solid 6-8 inches from her crotch. I wasn’t anywhere near her most intense leg muscles, instead much closer to her knees.. I got the best of both worlds, a headscissor I could both enjoy and escape from!. I looked up. Bella looked majestic, heaving with all of her abs and breast heaving up and down. I could make out the light imprint of her pussy in her swimsuit. I took a little longer to admire her body and my situation before a strong squeeze jolted back my focus. She was still strong, and it still hurt. It was time for me to go on the offensive.

I threw my body on top of hers, and repositioned us so she was on her back. It was a total flip in leverage. I pushed my arms against her upper thighs. They felt firm and strong, but not strong enough to make me tap. After a lot of resistance (and some hurt ears), I popped out of the hold. I had a plan. Bella was still on her stomach with me now on top of her. She started to get up, but it was too late. I quickly pivoted and jumped on her and put her in a headlock. I rolled, and her 125 pounds went with me until our backs were on the floor, similar to Casey’s finishing move. Bella was very strong but I still had the size advantage. I began to tighten my grip and clasped my legs against her lower abdomen and squeezed. I didn’t want bullshit. I wanted her to tap. I could feel her toned butt against my crotch, my dick perfectly fitting in between the cheeks. She was well aware of the interaction and started to grind as a last resort.

If anything, it made me stronger. The surge of adrenaline that followed her grinding coursed through my body. I squeezed with 100% power. She began to gag and quickly tapped. “Can’t wait to hear that sound on my dick later” I jabbed, loosening but still holding her in position. Wait a second, did I really just fucking say that?? I wanted to taunt her but didn’t expect a cocky outburst like to come from my psyche. Hopefully it wouldn’t backfire later. She gave me one more jostle with her hips and started to get up. She was in on the game too.

We both got to our feet and caught our breaths. “Take your top off” I ordered. I wanted to see the spoils of victory. She undid her top, revealing her cute, hardened breasts. and jumped around a bit. Her firm B cups barely bulged, foreshadowing their plump firmness. They looked amazing and I couldn’t wait to sneak a feel in at some point.

“So, here’s my first tip. Scissors like that are one of the most effective things in this tournament. But you can’t be shy. If his nose isn’t inside of you, then you can make a tighter headscissor. And he will tap. What better place to make a man tap than right at your pussy? Just my two cents” Chelsea announced. Come on. Of course she was going to be feeding women advice. It mean, it was good advice. Maybe I could utilize it.

Bella began to get on her knees, “can we start from here Tom”? I obliged and got on my knees. I was a fan of already getting on the ground. Bella was slightly sweaty and still panting a little from the last match. Her tight, tan body silhouetted against the sunlight was a sight. The charcoal bikini bottoms were working overtime to keep her cheeks in.

We shook hands then began to ponder our next move. We stared at each other. As we began to clasp shoulders. I tried to twist her to the side, but her low center of gravity kept her on her knees. Must be nice to have one of the most well formed lower bodies of the entire event. Only Alana’s compared. I glanced at Alana, who was sitting on a couch about 15 feet away from us. We caught eyes and she shot me another grin. I could not wait to wrestle her.

I was jolted out of my reverie by a hard charging Bella. She put all of her weight on me and suddenly pushed, using her massive quads for power. I tumbled down on my back and she followed on top of me. She kept her arms around me and pulled me into her breasts. On the lower end, she tried hard to put me in a grapevine- I knew I was toast if she caught a good grip so I struggled hard. She was able to occasionally catch one leg in something that completely immobilized it. Her bulging muscles contrasting with her silky tan skin felt amazing. But I was strong too, and I resisted hard. I was starting to frustrate her- I wasn’t the subservient dope on some of the videos she may have watched to learn techniques. The breast smother side of things, however, was more effective. Her breasts, while shapely and firm, were still only B cups and I was able to sneak sips of breath through. I tried to pull at her arms but I was completely futile, her powerful biceps kept me in her vice. It was uncomfortable, but I was really enjoying being intertwined with her.

Bella got sick of trying to tie down my legs and instead opted to use her tight grip on my upper body for leverage. While still holding me down in her breasts, she pivoted to the side, so that her legs were to the side as well. I didn’t know what she was doing, so I put my arm in between her legs thinking that it would give me more leverage. That was a major mistake. She immediately clamped down on my arm, rendering it immobile. She was squeezing at what felt like full intensity, and while I loved being encased by her beautiful tan muscles, it also hurt. She then released the hold on my head and sprang towards my other arm, pushing it down with both hands. She had me in a cross body pin. She had been studying.

“One” she began to count through her high pitched panting. Oh shit, she was pinning me! I had to do something. I was in no rush since pins took 20. I took a bearing of my surroundings. To my right, her legs were scissoring my arm. Her huge squads were bulging, and her shapely calves looked good near her crossed ankles. Her butt was huge and bubbly. Her abs and hips were right at eye level, with her breasts pinning my shoulder down. Those toned swimmer arms were fine at keeping my arm down, even though I thought I was stronger. “Two, three, four, five” she had been doing some counting while I had been looking. Crap. I tried to buck her up, to no use. I would have needed my core to lift a 125 human stuck to my upper body, and that was not happening. “Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven”. I was in trouble. She began to grind her hips on my right arm, which was positioned right next to her bikini bottom. It was hot and damp in there, and I could tell she was enjoying herself. The only thing I could think of was to distract her. As she grinded on my arm, I returned the favor and flexed it and matched her rhythm. Did I like being completely used for her pleasure? Not really, but from a physical aspect I enjoyed it very much. I was in a position to grab her ass so I began to massage it. I could spread my hand only over about a third of one of her taut cheeks. It was blissful. I remembered a girl I had dated for a while that was pretty, but had a small and flabby butt. I remember grabbing what felt like an entire cheek with one hand. This blew that out of the water. The Event had already rewired me- I was an assman now.

“Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen” Losing a fall wasn’t the worst thing in the world I thought, especially with a handful of world class ass as consolation. Bella then took her right hand and in one swift motion navigated my basketball shorts and got a hand on my shaft. I was not expecting that. “Eighteen, nineteen, twenty” she counted as she began to stroke. My dick was already very hard and I moaned in surprise and pleasure as she jogged her hand up and down. This was unfair! All elements of what my normal endurance were thrown out the window- If she kept this up I would be cumming hard in 30 seconds. As she ended the count, she relaxed but kept the hold and kept a hand on my dick. She was in charge. “Not such a tough guy now, huh” she cockily said as she gave my dick a final squeeze. “I’ll finish him off in a few minutes” she said.

Fuck. I was jolted back to reality and began to panic. Bella was building a house in my psyche. Fuck. She slowly got up then helped me up as a show of both sportsmanship and dominance. I went ahead and took my basketball shorts off and revealed my favorite Calvin Klein briefs.

I didn’t look around the room. There were a few scattered oooohs and ahhhhs when Bella grabbed my dick but I decided not to entertain them. I didn’t dare look at Alana. We gathered ourselves then met on our knees at the center of the mat again.

A quick aside- I said that it wasn’t a mat, but a puzzle piece looking foam set up like Fight Pulse earlier in the story. But, “mat” is way easier to say than “foam puzzle piece set up”. When I say mat, that’s what I mean, to clear any confusion.

The momentum was on her side as I looked at her. We kept our intense glares, but now she sported a smirk. We shook hands and she immediately charged for me, and my midsection. Was she going for my cock to turn me on some more and weaken me sexually? No idea, but it was a bad move. As she charged low, I went high and maneuvered over her, and draped myself across her back, dodging her. Suddenly, I realized her head was mingling around my butt, looking towards my feet. I clamped down into a reverse headscissor. What a gift! My legs were no joke either. I took Chelsea’s advice and took one hand and grabbed Bella’s forehead. I had no intentions on being so violent, but I needed this fall. I jerked her head backward into my ass. I wish she was on the other side so she could see my toned ass in her face, but beggars can’t be choosers. I squeezed at 80% power and she grunted in pain, grabbing my thighs trying to pry them apart. No use. What a fucking gift. I had a perfect view of her powerful butt and legs. I guided my hands towards each butt cheek and kept weight there so she couldn’t buck. As she began to slow, I untied her bikini bottom and began to take it off. “Hey you can’t do that asshole” grunted Bella, her first adversarial words of the match. “Well you’re going to tap anyway!” I gloated out of her sight, and I began to massage her ass again. “I will never tap to this weak shit!” she said defiantly and gave a last stand, kicking her legs as much as she could. That was my cue. I squeezed as hard as she could. She screamed a little in her high pitched cadence and tapped. I relaxed my legs but began to sit up on her and scooted up to her ass, putting my dick between her now bare cheeks. Just the simple firmness and muscles of her gluted were able to grip my dick. I was winning but I knew her lower body was going to keep her in the match no matter what position I got her in. “That was fun, can’t wait for the next round!” I boomed. She threw me off in frustration.

We both got up and got on our knees for the next fall. We were both very “in the moment” and didn’t need much rest. I was drinking a vicious cocktail of deep arousal, lust, fear, and determination. Adrenaline coursed through my veins. It was the emotional equivalent of shotgunning a 4 loko and snorting meth and cocaine. I studied her now bare body: She brandished a freshly shaved pussy that was light pink against her tannish frame. There were no imperfections- no ingrown hairs, bumps, anything, just a smooth transition from delicate pussy lips to silky, thick, powerful tan thighs. “Wow, you’re really drooling over me” remarked Bella, obviously proud of herself. “You know, two days ago I hit 200 pounds for a squat. Can you do that?”

I thought about it for a second. I had squatted 255 a year and a half ago, but since had neglected serious, formal leg workouts. I’m sure my legs had atrophied a little from their perfect peak 18 months ago. “You ready to tap to these things? Tap to a girl that is stronger than you, that can squat more than you?” My breath shortened and I got lightheaded. She was searching for insecurities and found one of my largest on her first try. Yeah, right I’m going to tap. Fuck you, Bella. I only need one more fall, I’m about to end you. Indignation turned into rage steaming into me as we got to our knees and I charged for her brawny shoulders as hard as I could.

She was expecting me but was not prepared for the lust-fueled boost in my charge and I knocked her over. Bella landed under me. I tried to wrap my arms around her head and draw her into my chest. It would be a killer move… if I had breasts. But my pecs were nowhere near defined enough to have the same effect. Bella struggled but it was apparent she wasn’t tapping. She tried to bear hug me which felt more like a warm embrace. On the lower body end, she was able to maneuver her legs to scissor my pelvis, I could feel her warm pubic mound on my dick through my briefs. She still had a plan. We struggled for a minute or two- I was fine with staying in the position, I wanted to wear her out. But my complacently allowed her to slowly inch her way forward, until we were face to face. Then she smirked. “Watch this” she mused as she suddenly flexed her scissors, now on my lower abdomen.

Oh my god. The hype was real, for… everything really. Her legs. Bodyscissors. Scissors in general. Girls wrestling in general. It was then that my focus snapped into place, that this was real. Female physical superiority wasn’t just fancy acting in a section of clips 4 sale. It hurt like absolute fucking hell. My knee jerk reaction was to push off of her and sit up on my knees, where she easily kept up. I looked down. Everything was bulging, from her quads to her tendons connecting her legs with her pelvis, to the smaller muscles near her knees at my sides in perfect harmony to make me suffer. It hurt, but it was an intoxicating feeling, Bella grinding me down with her amazing thighs. But I had a match to win. Years of repressed sexual energy came out and powered me to the only solution I could think of- to stand up. I was hoping that would peel her off.

I slowly positioned myself to stand, then in a burst of my thighs, surged upward. I was standing, but to my dismay, Bella took it in stride. Bella simply used her abs to lift herself and and reattach her arms to a hug around my shoulders. It was amazing. It looked like something out of a fitness app ad, with a girl wrapping her legs around a punching bag and doing vertical sit ups. Instead, it was on me.

Bella pulled on my shoulders as she quickly jumped and repositioned herself upward, now her shoulders were level with my head. She reapplied her grip, including a headlock this time, while clamping down on my torso. I wasn’t going to last long in many departments- not only was the pain unbearable, but by pure luck my dick had found its way in the crevice between her cheeks. I needed to think quickly. Bella continued with her high pitched sighs as she looked over me, her hot breath on my shoulder.

I decided to get dirty. I dropped to my knees and slammed her to the ground. The force of the impact loosened her grip. “Fucking asshole! Chelsea said don’t be an asshole!” Bella was both focused and pissed now. She was right too! I was being an asshole! I tried to escape by crawling backwards and resetting the fall- bad bad mistake. Before I could clear her legs, Bella immediately clasped them and caught some of my head. It wasn’t a strong hold but it was too late. She then sat up, her 8 pack showing, and pulled my brown hair straight into her crotch. My head followed. She took Chelsea’s advice and pulled me until my nose was inside her. Then she clamped and squeezed. I honestly don’t remember what I was doing to prevent it because it was such a bang bang action. “Hey fuck yeah Bella! Fuck him up!!” I heard Casey yell from her chair. She was the first to break the barrier and actually actively cheer somebody.

When you’re in school and you learn about the Titanic sinking, they’ll always touch on the water pressure: How it was so hard to find because submersibles couldn’t withstand the awesome water pressure or something like that. 3 years later, that’s the only thing I can think of when I think of that headscissor. She wasn’t scissoring my neck, she had applied both thighs the the entirety of my head so I could barely see over her pubic mound facing her. Her thighs were incredible, muscular enough to obviously hurt but still feminine enough and with enough fat to form to my face. I couldn’t hear, as her thighs created an airtight seal on my ears. I really felt like I was underwater, my head outside the submersible experiencing the indescribable pressure of the deep sea. Bella smelled strong and feminine, and I was entranced by the primality of her odor.

I wasn’t going out without a fight. So of course, I tried to use my arms to separate some of the most powerful and impressive lower bodies of the event. I didn’t go far. Bella grabbed my arms and pulled them towards her, resting them on her breasts. She said something but I had no chance of hearing. I tapped her right breast to give up. Bella loosened her legs but didn’t let go. She pulled my hair some more to scissor my neck instead, so I could hear her. “Tom, if you ever slam me to the ground like that again, I will squeeze you so fucking hard you’ll need surgery.” She gave one more pulse through her godly thighs and then let me go. I scooted away while she still sat. If that wasn’t her hardest squeeze, I didn’t want to find out what was.

We got on our knees for the next fall. She was still mad but horny. When my nose entered her, she was plenty wet and her nipples poked out like pencil erasers. I had a plan, but it would take some acting. “Take your fancy underwear off, don’t be shy” mused Bella. Almost forgot. I snaked my Calvin Kleins off, showing my dick, still at full throttle.

I was not a man whore but any means, but I was pretty confident in my sexual prowess. I’d had a nice variety of long-ish relationships and short flings over college to keep my game up. I wasn’t a two pump chump. Down there, I was slightly longer than averaged and well proportioned, I didn’t have a huge shaft and a tiny head or anything like that. So, I apologize for being TMI in this regard, but in such a sexualized environment, everything needs context. Everything.

I began to wave my dick around. “Is this the best cock you’ve ever seen? Are you not entertained?” I began to jaw at Bella. I wanted to make her mad. “No that shit is small as hell”. We both know this wasn’t true. Bella wasn’t a good shit talker. “You’d be lucky to ever get dicked down by a guy like me. I can-” I was cut off by a charging Bella. “SHUT the FUCK UP” she screamed as she barrelled me down and buried me in her tits. I flopped onto my back as Bella sat on my stomach and tried to smother me with her tits, arms pulling my head inward, similar to a couple of falls ago. Her arms were just as hearty and strong as before, and it was hard to shift position. Meanwhile, her breasts pushed against my face and left me sneaking air. We struggled for a minute or two like this, vying for position. Bella had me pinned, but whenever she began to count I would easily raise a shoulder. She had a firm grip on me, but she didn’t have complete control.

Slowly, Bella was able to grab both of my arms and force them down as she began to sit up a little. She slowly began scooting forward. I got a perfect view- she was heaving, making her abs rise and fall. Her tits were firm and hard with not a touch of sagging. She was staring me in the eye with lust and focus, her freckles driving me insane. Those fucking freckles. How could something so cute be on the verge of dominating me? She continued to edge forward. It was getting harder to raise my shoulders when she began to count. Her legs began to snake around me and pressed against my cheeks. She was thinking about another headscissor. I could feel the heat from her crotch on my chin, about 5 inches away at this point. Bella in a swift motion raised my right arm then brought her leg forward, trapping my arm. She did the same for the other arm. It was a classic schoolgirl pin, and she was playing right into my trap.

Here came the moment of truth. Bella’s pussy was now two inches from my nose. If she wanted, she could just sway to the side and make me tap with another scissor. But hopefully I had gotten her riled up for her to want a dominating conclusion.

It worked. Bella scooted until she was almost sitting on my face, her pussy on my chin. She looked down on me. Everything looked amazing. It was a dominating position, words can put into justice when you look up at a girl through the space between her breasts and catch her beaming. I sat there for 10 seconds, soaking things in. She was on my throat, but I could breath. The adrenaline masked any pain it brought me. I smirked back.

“I’m still going to win this match” I sputtered between her thighs. “Oh yeah? You couldn’t take these things last time, you ready for round 2?” “Bring it bitch”. Enough fucking around. It was go time.

In one swift movement, I used all my force to suddenly shoot my arms outward, breaking her grip. I grabbed onto the small of her back and pulled. I contracted my abs to pull my core inward. Bella was tough to budge, but the plan worked, her pussy was now pressed against my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and got to work.

Bella gasped as I entered her.I got right to work, swirling my tongue around her clit. She loosened her grip on me and tried to buck me off, but it was too late. Her high pitch gave me an excellent barometer on how close she was to cumming. I had an excellent grip on her back and my mouth was fastened to her crotch. Wrestling was excellent foreplay and Bella was already excited. I flitted my tongue back and forth and Bella writhed in ecstasy, pulling and tussling my hair. She tasted salty from the exercise and a little sweet; it was a wonderful taste. She was losing focus. She tried to squeeze me into a headscissor, but whenever she did she would just engage her abductors and pull me closer, putting more pressure… and pleasure... on her. She tried to sway back and forth, but my arms kept her upright. In a last ditch effort, she spit on her hand, leaned back, and began to stroke my cock.

I was 90% done. This was my plan all along, to lure her into a position where she thought she could win but put her pussy near my mouth. The wildcard was simple sexuality: Guys are pretty straightforward, but many girls have different preferences on how they orgasm. I was taking a gamble, especially now that my time was limited. What if Bella didn’t like oral? Bella was an excellent stroker and knew the nuances to a handjob. I began to feel tingly and wondered if my plan was all for naught. I started to get caught up in the gorgeous thighs still wrapped around my head, and the surfer’s body with her cute breasts and great biceps looming over me. Casey had broken the ice and people were cheering us on, making it feel more “normal” instead of some supernatural event where everyone was quiet. I tried to think of nuns. I felt a sharp tug on my hair.

“hoooAAHHH! AH! Oh my gosh! AH! Fuck! Ahhhh!”! Bella almost choked me with how much she was pulling me in as she began to orgasm. Mission accomplished. I kept servicing her as her as her convulsions started to get less and less in intensity. A few guys, some buddies of mine began to clap. “Yeahhh Tom! Pussy eating is a fucking art man!!” Bella repositioned herself and began to catch her breath. “Fuck you” were her first words. “You totally knew I was going to try to crush you again didn’t you”. “Yeah, aren’t I smart?” I came back. She scowled as she began to edge off of me. I, still with a full load, wanted to wrestle more. “Hey, if you suck my dick and make me cum in one minute, I’ll give you a rematch!”. “You’re fucking on, jerk.” Bella crawled towards my dick, pulled her hair back, and took it in. Bella was skilled, although with how horny I was I would probably have called anyone “skilled” Bella cupped my balls as she circled her tongue around my head. I didn’t last long, and I grunted as Bella kept me in about mid-shaft deep and swallowed. She looked at her stopwatch. “46 seconds. Keep me posted” she said as she winked. The tension between us had evaporated and had reverted back to a playful college dynamic, with some kinky twists. We put our clothes back on. Bella, as per tradition, took a few minutes to wipe down the mat, then Chelsea directed us to a bathroom to wash up.

I was radiant. The hype was real. Not only did I get the closest I had ever felt to a woman in a primal manner, but I had beat her with shit on the line- with my tongue nonetheless. Rational thought began to stream back as I came back from the euphoria of Bella's blowjob.

“I’m really sorry about pulling your hair so violently, that was an asshole move” said Bella in the bathroom, feeling remorse. “I was just pissed you slammed me like that”. “Yeah, I’m sorry I slammed you. But other than that it was a really fun match. You trained a lot. You’re really fun and really, really hot to wrestle with Bella. I hope you’re serious about that rematch”. “I am serious”, Bella retorted. “That was a lot of fun, and you know you’re not too bad yourself there big guy” Bella said, tapping my ribs. “I feel sorry, and I’m completely jealous of any girl that has to deal with that tongue of yours,” Bella said as she bit her lip. “Glad you liked it, can’t wait to try it out again for our rematch!” I said, feeling myself. ‘Who said our rematch was going to be sexual? I just want to wrestle! I want to crush you. I’m pissed I never got to do the reverse headscissor thingie I saw, so, you know, I want another chance at that”. I stopped to think about a reverse with Bella. Then I said “I’m going to need practice for my next match, I’m ready when you’re ready”. “I’ll keep you posted” said Bella, as we shuffled out of the bathroom, somewhat cleaner.

I decided to stick around to watch a few more matches. I looked at the schedule. There were 8 more matches to go, so I might as well see how others react. I watched my friend Walker dominate Lizzie, an innocent seeming girl who ran on the university club cross country team. Lizzie never got comfortable, sporting plain black yoga pants and a sports bra, and Walker wiped the floor with her- headlock, headlock, headlock. Walker barely popped a chub as Lizzie limped around during the awkward match. They cleaned up and Walker said “damn dog, how did you struggle so hard?”

“Walk”.

“Yes Tom?”

“Look at Bella’s thighs. Now look at Lizzie’s.” Lizzie’s thighs looked like arms compared the Bella’s powerful build.

“I’m just giving you shit. We’re surviving to see the light of day, you know?”.

I watched some other matches and cheered the guys on- It was a front loaded docket for the girls, with 4 straight guys including me winning. I wasn’t expecting that to continue though: Looking through the schedule some great prospects still had to wrestle: Estelle was a curvy, thick redhead in theater just an inch shorter of me. She played golf? It wasn’t a sport conventionally connected to hot athletes but here she was, in a loose t-shirt and shorts looking hot as shit. She was incredibly outgoing and oozed charisma, outspoken and blunt, looking to find a career in broadway. Kindra was slender and petite, half Asian with silky black hair. She was a former gymnast and a yoga buff, with a limber frame and definition on her arms and legs. She currently worked as a personal trainer. And then there was Alana.

Estelle won. Her opponent, Eddie, was frail and cocky. My least favorite brother, he needed to be put into his place. Estelle breast smothered him twice and applied a killer bodyscissor in an 80s aerobics outfit. She looked good. Kindra also won, showing unexpected technical proficiency on her opponent Taylor, a nice but somewhat meek and feminine boy too shy to engage Kindra. She efficiently placed two armbars and a full nelson on an unaggressive Taylor.

For my mental health, I shouldn’t of touched Alana’s match with a 10 foot pole. But my intrigue was stronger than my resolve. Alana was facing Macon, one of the more stereotypical frat guys we had at OPE. He was a fine enough guy, but you could catch some whiffs of misogyny and pride off of him. I don’t think he really “got” what was going on, and that the guys who lost just weren’t masculine enough. If anyone was going to cry, it would be Macon this tournament against Alana, who every intrinsically “got” that she had a chance to be the Gunner. She had the look.

Both wrestlers began to strip. Macon, the proud frat boy he is, showed a green Southern Tide swimsuit with ducks embroidered on it. Then Alana began to strip… To Be Continued.


[These installments are taking forever to write- I'm a deliberate writer with attention to detail, a pretty lethal combination for time's sake. Expect maybe on a month? I hope? Anyway thanks for reading, take care yall.]

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