Face off the stronger girl

"I guess I'll fight the stronger girl," you say.

"Perfect," the coach nods. "Orla, come over here."

"Fuck it, let's fight the weaker one," you say.

"Oh," the coach says, looking uncertain. "I suppose she could help you learn the ropes."

"Precisely," you say with a grin.

"Orla, are you OK with wrestling with...?" the Coach starts.

"Jack," you say.

"Are you OK with wrestling with Jack?" the Coach asks the girl, Orla.

"Happily," Orla grins

The Wrestling Team sets up the various wrestling mats out across the school hall. You take one near the edge, standing opposite the girl.

"OK..." she says. "You have to try pin the opponent for two seconds. No punching, or kicking, or biting, or scratching or anything like that."

"OK," you say, getting prepared mentally for the match.

"OK," she says. "Ready?"

"Ready," you reply.

With that, you both step forward onto the map. She gets low, her arms ready to charge and pin you down. You wonder how best to take advantage of the poor girl in front of you. You could pin her down and dry hump her, or grope her tits, or...

You're still wondering when her ox-like strength literally picks you up and flings you to the ground. She leaps on top of you and you actually yelp in surprise as she lands atop you, crushing your back. You yell, as she grins.

"Pin," she says. "That was good, you lasted longer than everyone else here. Let's do it again.

Over the next... fuck, you don't know how long, you just know you had your ass kicked. As her arms crush you against the floor, the coach starts asking people to finish up. You groan, the only noise you can make, in thanks.

"I'll see you next training session," she says, smiling.

"Uh... yeah," you shrug.

You quickly head off to the showers and wash yourself and get changed, all alone in the men's locker room. With that, you limp out of the changing rooms to head to class, disappointed by your failures in wrestling.