Archive-name: Amazon/sylvia.txt Archive-author: Edward Paul Archive-title: Sylvia [The part about Joan Wise is fiction. However, the des- cription of the wrestling match against Sylvia is a true account of my *first* real match against a woman] Joan Wise, the mighty "warrior" of women wrestling must have really been pissed the other day. I told her that I had been renting her video taped productions rather than buying them directly from her. Told her the prices she was charging was too high simply to see her ladies take on some middle aged over weight male weaklings. Sure they trounced their male opponents, but who couldn't. I must have got her goat. After calling me a dozen or so four letter words she challenged my manhood and invited me to her club to "see for myself." Whatever that meant. I arrived at 7pm, on the next Saturday. In all honesty I really was excitied to meet Ms. Wise and engage her in a match. At 5'10" and 155lbs I was in good shape. Though in my thirties now, I still remembered wrestling techniques from my highschool wrestling days. Joan answered the door to her NY apartment. Allowing me in, I couldn't help but notice her sizing me up (and down). "Not backing out are you?" I asked. "Humph" she replied, "You're not wrestling ME. I only wrestle proven opponents. You are going to wrestle one of our newer club members. She's pretty good but needs more practice." She showed me where to hang my clothes then motioned towards the door to the adjoining room. "You'll be wrestling Sylvia Steele. If you can beat her two out three times I will let you rent as many videos as you want for a year. But if she beats you, you must buy one of my videos every month for the next year. Deal?" I agreed. Stripped down to my trunks, I walked into the next room. Joan close behind. Entering I saw that the room was wall to wall wrestling mats. Some weights and exercise equipment were stacked neatly in one corner. The walls themselves were covered with photos of her club ladies. Some were simply shots of nice looking women posing for the camera flexing their muscles. Most, however, were of actual matches between these females and their male opponents. All of these depicted her ladies dominating the males. It was evident that Joan (and probably most of her friends) either hated men or got incredibly turned on by defeating them in these matches. Some photos showed a gleam of joy in their face as they stood over their victims, foot placed squarely on the man's chest or face. In others the males were obviously screaming in pain or humiliation as the women used their thighs to squeeze them into submission. Several large photos saw two extremely attractive females sitting atop their defeated foes. They were pinning their opponents by sitting on their faces. Each lady was looking directly into the camera, flexing their muscles as if to say "that will teach them who's boss!" Lost in the sense of power eminating from these walls I was jarred back to the present by Joan's voice asking "not backing out are you?" Turning to face her I saw that same gleam of joy in her eyes. No, I wasn't backing out, but I did begin to have some different thoughts about the whole affair. My interest in female wrestling began years before my puberty. Why I've always been fascinated by this activity is unknown. And may never be known by me. Some say it starts when a child accidently sees his or her parents engaged in sexual intercourse. The child misinterrupts the act as one of aggression. That may be the case with me. All I know today is the very thought of females wrestling males excites just about every sexual gland in my mind and body. I had never actually wrestled a woman competatively before. I was looking forward to what was to come. In fact, I was rock hard with excitement. "Better watch out, or that 'thing' will get you in trouble." Looking down at my hardon, Joan continued, "my girls are trained to take advantage of that weakness all you males have. If that pops out while you're wrestling, Sylvia's gonna grab it like its never been grabbed before and lead you around the mat until you beg her for mercy. Consider yourself forewarned." Interesting thought, but I wasn't really worried. I was confident in my ability to out wrestle a woman. I was expecting to have some fun and maybe even work up a sweat. "Ok, what are the rule?" I asked. Joan smiled, and replied, "Honey, there are no rules!" "Yeah" began my reply, "but how will you know when there is a pin." Her response caught me off guard. "Sweetipie, we don't wrestle to pins in this club. We wrestle until one or the other gives up. True wrestlilng is not just ability and strength. Its stamina and WILL POWER. And there is no stronger will power than female power. My money says Syvlia is going to wrestle you into submission and force to say things you won't want to say." "Oh yeah, like what" I challenged! "You'll see...You'l see." Turning back to the center of the room, I saw my opponent. Sylvia looked to be 22-24 years old. Blonde shoulder lenght hair. Slightly permed. She looked to stand 5'7" and maybe 125 lbs. I had 3" and at least 30lbs over her. But I had to admit, she was tightly muscled. She wore a two piece spandex exercise suit. Her tanned skin was accented by the black suit. I approached her. She stood in the middle of the mats, with hands on hips. Looking into her eyes she appeared to be looking straight through me. Moving from her eyes I gazed to her lips. Soft and red, slightly parted lips turned upwards in a mild smile. God, I rather fuck this woman than fight her. "On your knees wimp!" Pointing to the mat, Sylvia's command was so exact I found myself ready to obey. Catching myself, I could only manage a weak "No way." I moved closer to her and gently reached up to her shoulders expecting to grab her and push her to the mat. Remember, I had never wrestled a woman before and wasn't quite sure how to act. Before I knew it, she moved into me, took my right arm with her left hand. Quickly she grabbed my waist with her right arm and suddenly turned her hip into my bare stomach. Snapping my body over her hip she literaly threw me down onto the mat. With a Thud! I landed. Breath jarred from my lungs. Before I could focus she pounced and pinned my arms to the mat. Using only her arms to hold me down she laughed and said "I'm only using my upper body now, wait until I use my strength." She was right. After a few moments of struggle I found I could not escape. Now I began to worry. Repositioning herself over me, Sylvia wrapped her legs over mine forcing my legs in a split. Clearly she was more flexible than I. I tried to prevent her from stretching me but my leg power was no match against hers. I had always heard that the female legs and thighs were stronger than the male. Now I had proof positive. She had my arms pinned squarely on the mat and now she was pulling my legs and groin apart. The pain became so great I had to yell, begging that she stop. "What? I can't hear you" she whispered into my ear. "Oh, please stop" I remember begging. She could have made me say anything she wanted. Instead she released her holds and stood up. No question, she had won the first fall. Now I had an idea what I was up against. I was not about to take the second fall lightly. After a few minutes we were ready. I met her in the middle of the mats. Again she ordered me to my knees. Again I refused. But this time I came at her hard and grabbed her the same way she had grabbed me in the first fall. This time I was going to flip her to the mat. I positioned myself exactly as planned. When I moved my hip to gain leverage she remanouvered her body and somehow countered my plan. Again she flipped me to the mat. This time I quickly moved out the way and onto my knees. She jumped me and we began to wrestle! She knew the moves. For every move I made she countered. She was fast and slippery. I started to get winded. She remained calm. It registered that she was stronger than I, had at least as much ability, and now had more stamina. I knew that if I was going to win I had to make my move now. Facing each other on our knees I moved swiftly into her, ready to perform a 'fireman's carry'. Grabbing her arm with one hand I lowered my shoulder and grabbed for the inside of her leg. With leverage I could put her over my shoulder, lean back and flip her down onto the mat in a pin. No way did I ever expect what came next. When I went to grab her leg she jumped back (still on her knees), grabbed the top of my head forcing it down towards the mat. She released that hold, jerked her other hand free from my grasp, reached around my back and grabbed my stomach with her hands and arms. Taking a deep breath, then releasing it with an "urphm" she lifted me up off the mat, UpsideDown. I was completely helpless. Even though the match was not over I knew that I was beaten. I knew that there was now nothing I could do to defeat her. It would only be a matter of time before I verbally gave up. With my head a few inches off the mat and my legs standing straight up in the air, Sylvia laughed, "now I'm going to have some fun." Releasing her hold, luckily I fell to the mat in such a way as not to injure my head or neck. Turning me on my back, Sylvia had me pinned again. This time she moved up onto my chest and then lowered her bare midsection onto my face. "Lick it" she ordered. I complied. I had too. For nearly a minute I licked. She laughed, moaned, sighed. No question she was relishing her victory. In the background I heard Joan say "way to go girl. Make him beg." Rolling off my outstretched body, Sylvia placed me in a scissor hold with her calves wrapped around my ribs. Squeezing hard she ordered me to lower my trunks and "grab [my] cock". "What, are you joking?" I replied. Her reply came in the form of a steel cable squeeze. "No I'm not joking. Now grab your cock and start yanking." Wincing in pain I obliged. "Faster" she would say, each time squeezing even harder. "I'm not going to stop until you come" she laughed. Squeezing harder I began to yank faster. Soon I came all over my bare chest. Sylvia laughed, Joan clapped. I relaxed. Sylvia got up and walked towards the doorway leading out of the room. Joan came over and threw down some paper towls so I could wipe myself. Disposing them in a waste bucket I got up. Looking at Joan she reminded my that I owed her some money. She then motioned towards the door instructing me to grab my clothes from the other room and leave. On my way out of the wrestling room I was stopped by Sylvia when she positioned herself in the middle of the doorway. Smiling, hands on hip, she simply stood there, not saying a word. Puzzled, I looked at Joan. "She wants you to kiss her feet. I suggest you do it." Sylvia earned it. If that was what she wanted I knew I must comply. She had defeated me fair and square. If she wanted to rub it in there was nothing I could do to stop her. I certaintly did not want to feel her scissor hold again. At least not that night. Kneeling, I gently kissed both feet. She stepped aside and let me pass. Saying goodbye, I dressed and left. The next morning my ribs hurt. I was all smiles though! -- Edward Paul, PO Box 14422, Santa Rosa, Ca 95402 -- [author of "Tigra" video script & "The Prosecutrix" --