Amazon/sylvia
                                    Edward Paul
                                       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.

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  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"
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