Goes All In

Rebecca lunged at me as soon as the referee gave the signal, I did the same.

But before I had time to do anything, she grabbed my wrists and shoved me backward. I tried to catch her around the shoulders, but she slipped to my side, locked her arms around my waist, and threw me onto the mat.

I landed on my back with a grunt. Before I could get up, Rebecca was already on top of me, pressing her weight against my chest and pinning one of my arms.

I struggled to turn onto my side, but she followed every movement. Her grip was tight, her position secure, and my attempts to push her away only seemed to make her more comfortable. Our bodies started to rub on each other, and I noticed she wasn't wearing anything under her wrestling suit, just like me. I could feel her breasts pressing and squishing on mine as I had no strength to fight back.

“What's wrong, Aubrey?” she asked. “Tired already?”

I gritted my teeth and bridged my hips, finally managing to roll onto my side. The referee ordered us back to our feet.
I was breathing hard. Rebecca barely seemed winded.

I charged at her, hoping to catch her off guard. Instead, she caught my arm, turned sharply, and swept my legs out from under me. I hit the mat again, and she immediately wrapped an arm around my upper body.

She pressed close, using her weight and her strong frame to keep me trapped. Every time I tried to sit up, she pushed me back down. Her face was close enough for me to see the smug smile spreading across it.

I tried to wrench my arm free. She shifted her grip and forced me onto my stomach, twisting my arm behind my back until I had to stop struggling for a moment. She even humped at my butt a few times. I don't know if it was intentional, but I felt she was making a mockery out of me.

“Tap out.”

“No.”

She held the position, making me work for every inch of movement. I eventually turned onto my side and escaped, but by then my arms were already shaking. The referee separated us and reset the match.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. My legs felt heavy, and sweat was running down my forehead. I glanced toward Coach Laura and Jessica, who were shouting instructions and advices, but I couldn't make sense of them.

Rebecca rushed me again.

This time, she caught me in a tight body lock, one of her leg sliding between mine and touching my crotch. By instinct I widened my stance and tried to push her away, but she stepped behind me, grabbing one of my legs and drove forward. My feet left the mat, and I landed flat on my back.

She followed me down, keeping me trapped beneath her. I tried to turn my hips, but she adjusted her position and pressed me back into the mat, her breasts looming above me.

The closeness was uncomfortable, and she clearly knew it. She deliberately crowded me, using her body to smother my attempts to create space, forcing me to struggle in front of the entire audience.

I shoved at her shoulders.

“Get off me!”

“Make me.”

I tried to bridge again, but my strength was fading. Rebecca caught my wrist and pinned my arm against the mat, keeping her weight firmly over me.

The referee watched closely as I fought to turn onto my side. I managed to lift one shoulder, then the other, just enough to avoid the count.

Rebecca sighed impatiently.

“You really don't know when to quit, do you?”

She lowered her whole body, smothering me with her chest, my face dissapearing between her nice round tits.

This time, I couldn't escape quickly enough.

The pin was settled, she was controlling my shoulders by hholding my arms and hands above my head and as much I twisted and kicked against the soft mat - trying to bridge out of this my body barely responded. Air was starting to be a luxury, and my eyes were heavy and was hard to keep them open. I stopped moving the moment I felt her leg again between mine rubbing at my crotch. It made me relax my body for her.

From outside it was pretty humiliating. I was getting fucked, literally, on the mat. Rebecca was thrusting her knee against my covered pussy while I slept between her tits like a submissive bitch. I didn't relize I was so turned on and close to orgasm as I was, because I was too busy almost fading out.

The referee started counting, very slow, when she saw I wasn't struggling anymore and my shoulders were pinned down.

One.

I gave a soft moan of protest from between my opponent breasts.

Two.

Rebecca shifted her weight and held me in place.

Three.

The whistle blew.

“Five points! Maximum score!”

Rebecca immediately got up. She didn't offer me a hand or even pretend to show concern.

I remained on the mat for a moment, breathing hard, the wetness between my legs clearly more then the rest of my body, before rolling onto my side and forcing myself to stand, hiding my shame.

Five to nothing. The bell that ended the first round rang just a second later.

I had barely managed to make her work for her points, and now I had only one minute to recover before facing her again.

Rebecca brushed a strand of hair away from her face and smiled at me. “Can't wait to destroy you in the next round.”

I wanted to answer. I wanted to tell her she hadn't won yet.

But my lungs were burning, my legs were trembling, and I couldn't find the breath to say a word. For the first time that day, I wondered whether I could actually win.