| BATTLE IN THE RING By James (jimjunior2001@yahoo.com) Between Jill Johnson and a professional wrestler The crowds cheered when The Smasher slammed another one of his opponents into the mat. This time, the opponent did not get up. The referee ran over and put his hand on the fallen wrestler's neck. He was not breathing. Meanwhile, the Smasher was walking around the ring with his arms held up high in exultation. "Yeah, yeah!" he kept shouting to the crowd's delight. The crowd was cheering until they saw a doctor run onto the mat; then, there was a silence. The Smasher turned and looked at what was going on. He brought his arms down, and flicked his hands toward the scene and then down. "He'll be alright", he shouted. "Come on, who's next?", he gestured towards the audience, but no one was watching him; all eyes were on the fallen wrestler, and the doctor. Among those watching was our heroine, who was attending this wrestling exhibition as a means to get to know her students better. Many of them were into professional wrestling, and she wondered what all the fuss was about. She thought maybe if she experienced it for herself, she could relate better to their worlds. She had been disgusted by what she had seen all night; now, she was horrified. She became even more horrified when one of her students volunteered to take him on. His name was Sam, and he lept into the ring with enthusiasm obviously brought on by a few drinks. Jill ran to the ropes, put her hands on them, and shouted for Sam to come back. He did not even hear her. Jill then climbed the ropes, hopped into the ring, and ran over to Sam, pulling him away from the Smasher. At this point, several others had run into the ring, including a few police officers, and the Smasher was taken away. "What were you thinking, Sam?" Jill asked him at the ropes, her hands grabbing his upper arms. "Let go of me, Ms. Johnson," he said "What are you doing here anyway?" Jill did, and crossed her arms. "I wanted to see what the fuss was all about. Someone got hurt very bad tonight." "He didn't die, did he?" Sam asked, avoiding eye contact with our heroine. "No, but he could have. Would you like me to take you home, Sam?" "No, I'll be alright; just leave me alone." With that, Sam climbed out of the ring and left the makeshift arena with two of his friends. Our heroine brushed her bangs back, and sighed a deep breath, thankful nothing more serious has occurred. Luckily, the fallen wrestler survived, Jill read in the newspaper the next day. The Smasher was not charged with anything. "Hey, I was only doing what I do for a living", was his quote. Jill snickered at the comment as she read it, but she was grateful that someone she cared had not gotten hurt. Unfortunately for her, this was not the last time she would come close to the Smasher. A week later, Jill was waving her date goodbye, watching his car go by, when another car pulled up into her driveway. Out came the Smasher, and another man. "Hey you, are the woman who pulled that kid away?" the Smasher asked. Jill was so shocked she did not answer. They got closer, and Jill got herself into a defensive position. "Lady, I'm not mad; you probably saved that kid's life. I admire you; I like you; I want you!" "You'll have to fight me to get me." "I see." With that, the Smasher took off his shirt, revealing a huge body, mostly fat, but with some muscle on the arms; he must work with dumbbells, but not much else, she thought. As he was doing this, Jill noticed over his shoulder a sight which made her heart sink; there was Sam, sitting in the back seat of the Smasher's car, looking at her with an angry face. He was the one who must have told him. He must be friends with the Smasher, she thought. Despite this, Jill knew she had to hold herself together, for she had a fight on her hands, again. Her mood remained nervous, but for a different reason when the Smasher's friend went to the car, pulled out a gun, and motioned for Sam to come out. Sam had done this against his will! "Don't hurt him!" Jill cried. "We won't, as long as you come to Smasher's place with us, where he can do you." "Alright, alright, just don't hurt Sam" she replied, putting her arms down. Smasher put his T-shirt back on, and escorted our heroine into his vehicle. At the same moment, the friend told Sam he could leave, but that if he called the police, he would be dead. This put fear into Sam, and he did nothing. Our heroine whispered out the window to Sam, "Don't worry, I'll be OK." They drove off for the hour long ride to Smasher's home in a rural area, far from anyone. Once they got there, the man motioned for her to get out of the car. Smasher did too, and the man idled the car in the driveway. It was now just our heroine and the Smasher. Out of the corner of her eye, Jill noticed a wrestling ring in the back yard. "Can I see your ring?" she asked. "Certainly.", he replied, holding onto her hand. They walked around back, and Jill said "Let's go play inside it." "Yes, Ma'am!" the Smasher exclaimed. He guided her up over the ropes, and he then did the same. They were now standing in the ring. "I wanted to do you back at your place, right then and there, you are so sexy. As soon as I saw you run out on that ring the other night, I knew I had to have you. However, I couldn't risk your neighbors hearing you, so I drove you here to my place, way out in the countryside." "I see." "Do I still have to fight you to get you?" "No, if you fought me, it wouldn't be much of a fight" she said, knowing he would interpret that comment much differently than the truth of it. "Good; contrary to my notoriety, I am a lover, not a fighter." he said grabbing her arms. "So am I; a lover of male meat", she said smiling as she turned her arms upward and out, clasping the bottoms of his arms herself, and planting her right foot into his massive gut, falling backwards onto the mat. The momentum lifted the massive hunk of meat up off the mat, then flying over her, and headfirst into the mat. Our heroine was hurting, too; the man was so heavy it took a lot out of her. She got up, but slower than her normal pace. However, it was still before he did. She took one step, leaped up, got into a kneeling position, and came down on the Smasher's stomach on both her knees. She gave him a quick punch to the face with her left and then quickly got up before he could grab her. Jill moved around the body, staying in the defensive position, as he attempted to get up. As he got halfway up, our heroine delivered a side kick to his face which knocked him backwards again, but he then got up quickly. "I'm going to get you, woman" he said running towards her. As he got close to her, she took a quick step to her left, and delivered a karate chop to the back of his neck, and he tumbled forward. Only a blow with the speed and precision of our heroine could have caused a man that large to tumble to the ground. Again, however, he quickly got up. Our heroine knew it was going to take a lot to disable this man. His massive size could absorb a lot. "You know what?" he said, "I'm going to let you come to me; you can try to run, but the only way out of here is my front yard, and my friend is sitting there, gun in hand." Jill simply wanted to get into his house to call the police. It would be easier for her to do that if the Smasher were incapacitated for a while. Just standing or sitting there with him on the mat would not do the trick; she would have to engage him. She ran right at him, and he put his hands and arm out ready to 'receive' her. However, she leaped up just before him, leaned back, and extended her legs, smashing right into his face. The use of strong, nimble legs was not something professional wrestlers were used to dealing with in their matches; however, the Smasher had to deal with them here! The force was enough to knock Smasher backwards a few feet. Our heroine did a flip in the air and landed on her feet. She was facing the opposite direction from him, and he thought he could surprise her. Alas, he was the one who surprised when she delivered a rear kick right into his groin just as he was about to bear hug our heroine. It did not knock him over, but it stopped him cold. Our heroine turned around and delivered a punch to his nose while his body was bent over, caused by the pain in the groin area. This encounter was tiring our heroine more than the others had due to the man's sheer size. She needed a second wind, and knew where to get it. She jogged a few steps back so that her back was on the ropes, leaned back, and then pushed off; the force of the rope carried her right into the Smasher, and she wound up with her legs around him very tight and pushing into his back, but he was not knocked over. What happened next, however, the Smasher had never experienced before. He had experienced being jumped on in wrestling, and having someone holding onto him like she was. However, never had he experienced what followed. Jill released her legs, and keeping her grip on the Smasher's shoulders, gave her legs a full thrust forward and then the same backwards, back over both her and the Smasher's head. Using those legs and her arms, she was able to lift herself up and over the Smasher, using his shoulders as her support. She came down on the other side of him, and quickly tightened her arms around his neck. Squeezing as hard as she could, she used her legs and feet to ward him off as he would attempt to pull her arms off her neck. He shook himself violently, but every time he did, she would plant those feet back in his sides again and he could not shake her. After about a minute, Smasher's body went limp, and he went on both knees to the ground; our heroine stayed on his back, and she wound up face-up on the mat, keeping her arms in a noose around his neck, dragging his body to the mat with hers. A few seconds later, she noticed his head bow down, and she knew he was out. After letting go, she got up as quickly as she could with the limited breath she had, climbed over the ropes, and walked quickly to his back door. Our heroine dug deep within herself to find one last surge of power, letting out a kiya as she kicked down his door. Finding a phone in the first room, she called the cops, who arrived moments later to arrest the Smasher and his friend. The Smasher had experienced girl power big time. Our heroine had been able to do what many bigger men before her had not; she had smashed the Smasher. Now maybe her students would not idolize wrestlers so much. Seeing that their young teacher had physically manhandled one of their precious icons, maybe they would now be a little more open to what she had to say. THE END |