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Then, she spread herself
across the blonde's body. Her arms and legs entangled Margie's, and her
crotch was pressed against the teacher's ass. But, this time, Marilyn
moved in to do damage. She wrapped her arms around her throat and
pulled Margie backwards.
The sleeper! Margie had been dragged into a sitting position with Marilyn
close behind her. She knew she was in a bad position and reached out for
the ropes. They were too far. Poor Kim was still recovering from her
beating and was of no help.
"Put her out!" yelled Shannon, "Then, I can do what I want with her!"
Marilyn pressed downwards on the weakened brunette, trying to shut off
the precious oxygen and blood to the brain. She knew that if she could
just hold it until Margie's strength was drained, then she could clamp
on her Boston Crab or Scorpion lock.
Margie's struggles became more vain. Her legs stopped moving and her eyes
shut. Then, she went limp.
'Oh, my God,' Marilyn thought, 'I got her. I've really got her.'
She released her grip and Margie fell back, completely sprawled on the
mat. Quickly, the brunette moved to grab her ankles and set her up for
the finisher. Once that strutting bitch was in her Crab, it was all
over.
Marilyn scooped up Margie's ankles. They were dead weight in her hands.
She began to pull her legs up, when Margie's eyes opened! The rejuvenated
blonde grabbed her stunned opponent's shoulders and rolled back, causing
Marilyn to somersault onto her back. Before she could move, Marilyn
felt Margie drop onto her. The impact knocked her breath out. She tried
to roll, but only managed to get to her side, where Margie wanted her.
Keeping her opponent pressed into the mat, Margie put her knee on the
side of Marilyn's head, holding her still.
"Poor dear, Marilyn. I can play possum with the best of them."
"You bitch!" Marilyn blurted as Margie grabbed her free arm, "Ahhh."
Margie kept pressing Marilyn's head down with her knee until she managed
to grab Marilyn's right wrist and ankle. Now, she was ready. Rolling
Marilyn back on her stomach, Margie planted her feet on Marilyn's
shapely ass and pulled her wrist and ankle in an inverted bow and arrow.
The limbs were being pulled to the side, something they do not do. The
pain was excruciating.
"Aaaaaaaahhh! You bitch! When I get my... Ooooh!"
"You were saying..."
"Come on, Mary," called Shannon, "Don't give up."
"Oh, please," Margie said and rocked back again, pulling Marilyn's limbs
in directions they weren't meant to go.
"Submit?" She asked. No answer. "Good."
Releasing what would have been the finishing hold on any other opponent,
Margie dove back on top Marilyn. Such determination, she thought. She was
going to enjoy this.
Holding her body across Marilyn's back, Margie grabbed both ankles and
crossed them, pressing Marilyn's feet to her buttocks. Usually, it was
just an immobilization hold, to keep an opponent still, but Margie poured
on pressure, stretching the thigh and just for the hell of it, she bit
one of Marilyn's toes.
"Owww! You slut!"
Margie pounced on her prone opposition again, this time in a
stranglehold. But, for an added taste, she pressed her knee against
Marilyn's shoulder blade so she would have no room to breathe.
"Fucking cow!" Shannon yelled.
"Do you want a rematch right now, little girl?" Margie called back,
"Then, shut up. All she has to do is submit!"
Marilyn managed to shake her head, no.
"All right, but you'll only delaying it."
Margie released the stranglehold and took a few steps away. Marilyn
gasped for breath. She would not underestimate Margie again. Margie
sighed she pulled at her short tunic, which had become twisted. Marilyn
moved her knees and started to her feet.
"One more lesson?"
Marilyn wearily padded across the mat, but it was into Margie's open
arms. She gracefully lifted the brunette and body slammed her. Before
she could recover from the first, Margie pulled her up by the hair and
did it again. Then, dropped on her again, across her fatigued stomach.
"Oooof!" Marilyn let out and she rolled onto her side, into a fetal
position. Margie again pulled her to her feet.
Marilyn was nearly unconscious at this point, the slams had her
spinning. She came to quickly as Margie twisted her into a standing
abdominal stretch.
"Aaaaaaaahhh. Ooooooooh. Pleeease," Marilyn wailed.
"Submit. Submit. Submit."
But, Margie was hoping she wouldn't. No one had yet noticed the silky
stream running down her thigh or her erect nipples. She was on fire
inside. Margie hadn't had a match like this in years. The college girls
were always so fragile and gave in too easy. She hip tossed Marilyn to
the mat.
'Don't give in now, sweetie. Please. I'm almost there,' she thought.
Marilyn rolled onto her stomach. It was more reflex now. She looked
around for Shannon, who was only a few precious feet away, out stretching
her hand. Shannon knew she couldn't beat Margie, but Marilyn had
suffered enough. If she could tag in, she could s ubmit. But, Marilyn
refused to tag.
Margie lowered herself slowly onto Marilyn's back. First, she sat on her
ass, then fell forward. As she tangled up Marilyn's arms, Margie's legs
found their mark, the waist scissors. She had the woman in her vice and
the suffering would belong.
For nearly ten minutes, Margie did nothing but torment Marilyn with her
scissors hold. She was rocking back and forth, not to strengthen the
hold, but help with what was coming. Marilyn's moans, the struggling,
the sweat and smells were bringing Margie nearly to a climax she hadn't
had since she wrestled professionally.
Finally, Marilyn could struggle no more and Margie opened her legs. She
sat on the mat in front of Marilyn, she juices secreting onto the mat in
front of her. She pulled the beaten brunette to her until Marilyn was
right in front of her waiting pussy. She rolled onto her side and slowly
slipped her legs around Marilyn's head. The scissors were more symbolic
as she squeezed and Marilyn moaned. The other woman didn't even have to
touch her vagina, before Margie was visibly shaking. Then, with an extra
squeeze , more of an after thought, she rung the words, "I give" out of
the spent brunette.
Margie released her and fell back onto the mat. She needed a cigarette.
Then, laughed at the thought. She looked up at Shannon, who was watching
intently.
"Still want that rematch, missy?"
"Only as your partner," Shannon replied.
Margie laughed.
"As a teacher, You should learn the moral to this little story. Don't
judge a book by it's cover and..."
"And?"
"And, don't mess with Wrestling Debutante' unless you like pain."
They both managed a laugh together.
"Why can't we be partners?" Shannon said as she climbed into the ring.
"Where are we gonna' find any women that can challenge us?"
"Why does it have to be women?"
"Yeah?"
"I can get my boyfriend to wrestle us and he's got a friend. I always
told him I loved wrestling. Now, he'll see why."
The two climbed out of the ring. Marilyn sat up and quietly gathered
herself. They would all wrestle another day, but then again that is
another story.
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