Sofia's First
by: Rebecca Lawe
“I am happy for you, young Sofia,” the mature muscle woman said with a smile. “But coming in here is a different thing entirely and you better think about it.”
The young blonde wrestler stood in her club singlet in the middle of the ring at Daisy San Juan's gym. She had long talked about wanting to take on the champ and today seemed the day. Sofia had been wrestling since she was a small girl. Living next door to a wrestling champion and having a father that was a wrestling coach, she was sort of inundated in the sport. Sofia took to it well and had been a champion in high school and college. She was in the running for a spot on Team USA to train for international competitions. But she had always wondered what it would be like to go in the ring and take on her amazing neighbor.
“Oh, Ms. San Juan. I think I can handle it and it's always something I wanted to try,” the young blonde said as she tugged at the ropes on the edge of the ring and pulled herself into it. Sofia was 20, with a fit, athletic build of a freestyle wrestler. Lanky arms and legs with hints of muscle but not much bulk to weigh or slow her down. She was quite pretty with flowing blonde hair and a fresh, happy face. She seemed to have boundless energy as she showed off a bit by tugging and leaping to over the top rope and landing on the matted flooring with a loud thump. She was wearing an orange wrestling singlet. It said Powergirls Incorporated on it in white letters. “I am on break from my club and school and got some time to come and see your gym.”
The woman already standing in the ring smiled and clapped at the display. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Daisy? Or do I have to headlock it into your brain,” she said and giggled. An honest to god giggle. “I was so proud when I saw how you did at the Pan Am games hon. You are doing so great. But this is a ring, and this is a different style.” Dalisay "Daisy" San Juan was a 5'1” tall Filipino woman with a lovely accent and an even lovelier body. She was wearing a dark blue suit that looked more like a one-piece bathing suit that hugged her body so tight it appeared painted on. And though she was nearing 50 years old her body was ripped. You could see abs even through the tight suit. Her arms had impressive bulging muscles and her legs joined in and followed suit. Her look certainly lived up to her wrestling moniker – The Tiny Titan. There was still enough muscle on that frame at her scant height to have her equal or even weigh a little more than the 134 pound Sofia. Daisy had been using the Tiny Titan name since she started and had been the champ of the CWFL for many years running now. This success had led her to co-own the gym the women were standing in now.
But to the neighborhood kids, she was still always hot mom. “Hey look, hot mom is wrestling on tv again.” And now Sofia was going to have a chance to grab her right here in the gym. “I have wrestled every day since I was 10, Daisy,” Sofia replied. I train hard on my moves and dabble in jujitsu as well. I think I can last a few rounds in the ring with hot mom,” she said and gave a broad smile as she stared at the amazing body of the older woman. Ms. San Juan was always THE hot mom to the kids in the neighborhood growing up. Her fit look and infectious smile were hard to miss and lit up every room she entered. Dalisay San Juan wearing tiny little jean shorts and a tank top out cutting her grass was an event you could sell tickets for. Everyone around seemed to find an excuse to be outside at the same time. Her combination of sweet smile, bulging muscles, and chesty figure were a sight to remember. She was as well known for her beauty as she was for her power.
Sofia, on the other hand, had been a late bloomer. She had always been a tomboy, “one of the guys” on the wrestling team her dad coached. Somewhere after her 16th birthday, the shape had caught up with all the endless exercise and practice she had done for all those years and the boys started noticing that Sofia was indeed a girl. A girl that could kick the butt of any 130 pound and under wrestler in the state, but a girl no doubt. Once she started college she had started dressing the part and showed off her shape now. Outfits that showed off legs, or showed tummy. Daisy noticed she was becoming quite a confident girl. But she did not know what she was getting into here. Daisy didn't fight halfway. If they started – it was on!
Sofia made any further discussion moot as she approached the hot woman she had grown up idolizing. When she had worked out in high school and even now in college she would often use the refrain: “one more rep for hot mom.” To push herself to look as amazing as the short, perfectly muscled woman. Now she wanted to see how strong was that frame she had watched since she could remember. So, she stepped out to lock up with it. She put her hands in a traditional lockup and set her feet in a crouch. Her weight was positioned well to push forward as her hands looked for an opening.
Daisy inhaled. Going into a ring was one thing, but wrestling the champ was another one entirely. Her competition buttons were being pushed and she wanted to show the young blonde a thing or three. OK, then let's do this. And she exploded into a hard flex and pushed Sofia back with three, four steps and pressed her back into the ropes back where she had just come from. She leaned against the body and pressed it back so hard the ropes bent back with their weight. At her height, her chest was under Sofias and she jerked up and down on her toes to push her hips and chest in and lean in tight. “Get intent little girl, this is going to be good.” Daisy stepped back and gave Sofia an arrogant little swat to the side of her cheek with her hand. Not to hurt, but to fire her up and see what the girl could do.
Sofia was stunned. She had a good crouch. Her arms were in position. Her hips were set to stop motion back. She had held against many wrestlers in this position. But the Tiny Titan powered her back into the ropes like a bulldozer steaming through a pile of dirt. Sofia didn't think she had ever wrestled anyone THIS strong. Not even that powerlifter from Columbia she had struggled with in the Pan Am games could have thrust her backward like this. The slap did make her eyes widen and face redden. She knew Ms. San..uhh Daisy... was just trying to get to her, but ok let's do this then. She had spent a lot of years wrestling guys and people stronger than her. She knew what to do. She put her hands up and Daisy pushed off the ropes with a smirk. Sofia came off the ropes and this time instead of locking up she thrust the left arm of the Titan up and did a beautiful up and under to get around behind her. Her arms cinched in on the perfect abs of the cougar wrestler and wrenched tight. It felt like she was squeezing a statue, but Sofia didn't let it stop her. She pulled in like doing a Heimlich Maneuver – in and up, lifting the beauty and then wrenched it sideways slamming her body down on her right shoulder in a hard takedown.
Sofia was rewarded with the surprised sound of pain and gasps from Daisy as she slammed down. Sofia wrenched on her grip on the older woman's midsection and twisted herself so her arm hit into her chest with a thud. She worked to turn her over onto her back. Her body positioned itself in a T across the shorter body. Her right arm was under Daisy's head and her left arm under the leg working to compress the super body into a cradle. She jerked it as hard as she possibly could knowing better than to go half-speed against this amazing body she was sprawled over. Her legs kicked the mat working to help her jerk and roll the body back and try to keep it from having leverage.
Daisy's arm throbbed. She was pissed at herself for letting that happen. The girl was good. But the follow-up is a pure amateur move looking for a pin rather than to punish the body. If this had been one of Sofia's college matches this was probably a pin and a win for the young girl. Her shoulder blades probably did both go down together at some point. But this grip was hardly going to get her to submit or wear down enough for it to be too useful in this sort of match. Dalisay was determined to show this girl the difference between a ring match and a mat match. It took some struggling and working but eventually she was able to bull her neck and kick her leg and break the grip and roll to the ropes and get up. “Good move girlie,” she said with a hiss. “But pins aren't going to help here.” She bought some time and shook out her arm before moving off the ropes back to meet the young blonde.
Sofia knew she was right. It was a sweet takedown. The next move was pure instinct and she saw now that it was the wrong step. And wow what power the woman has shown kicking out of it like that. It was going to take more to wear down hot mom. As they approached this time she went to her best move. She came in hard and used the extreme speed that had made her single leg takedown the best in the state as she shot in low and took down the veteran in a flash. But this time, rather than try to ride it into a pin or anything she took the leg, raised it, and crashed her knee into the back of the thigh. This should cramp up even muscles this big she thought as she repeated the driving bang into the muscle. “Is THIS better, hot mom?” she grunted out as she banged into the back of the thick thigh a third time.
Daisy reached and the girl wasn't there. Shit, the single leg. She knew that was Sofia's move and she had still fallen for it. Screw your head on Daisy she screamed at herself - she's being more intent than you. She expected another riding pin and readied herself and was surprised when Sofia pulled the leg up and instead worked it well. Oh. She bit her lip and strained to not
cry out and show the level of pain. On the second and then third one though she did cry out AHHH in pain. She was good, but the girl maybe was taking too long at one grip. This allowed Daisy to get her other leg up to kick it into Sofia's hip and shove her off. Daisy rolled over her shoulder and up to her feet, limping as she shook out the leg.
Just as Sofia was wondering what twisting torture hold to put the leg into, hot mom got her leg up and pushed her away with that damn power again. Fuck, she was strong. She growled but smiled some at her now. I bet she wasn't expecting that one as she watched the woman limp and she came back to meet her. She seemed to be favoring that leg so much that Sofia could not resist throwing her hands up and going in low for the leg again.
Daisy had hoped she would do that. She was ready this time and as Sofia came in with her stunning speed she had raised both her hands high and crashed them down on the girl's back so hard it made an echoing THUD. Sofia was so fast she had already grabbed the leg and lifted it again but the thudding arms stopped her dead. Daisy smirked and raised her hands again and thudded them down even harder. THUDD and Sofia fell to her chest like a nail being driven into a board.
OH, Shit! Sofia thought. She had just violently felt that this was not her style of match. This was ring-style wrestling and she had paid the price for exposing her body that way. In amateur wrestling, you didn't have to protect against that sort of blow and Sofia realized she had left herself open. She had never been driven down so hard. Gawd. Did she hit me with a damn bat or something? She coughed and groaned but her training kicked in and made her keep moving. Her hands went down in a pushup position and she tried to crab forward and push her shoulder into the woman's knee. Her mind screamed, move, move before she kills you here. It did force Daisy to dance around and shake out her leg as she went sideways.
Not bad, Daisy thought. Good counter. But I got her now, she thought. She grabbed the blonde's suit down at her butt and at the scruff of the neck. Sofia was scrambling and trying to rise so Daisy “helped” her. Her arms bulged even more than they already had been as she hauled Sofia up and carried her like a bouncer leading a bum out the door. Her power allowed her to lift high enough this way to arch Sofia up. She slammed her chest first into the top ring robe turnbuckle. She let her grip on the bottom half go and the girls legs landed and got under her. Adjusting her grip, Daisy pulled Sofia back, jerked her up tall, and pushed. She slammed the blonde chest first into the corner. She smiled at the scream. Gawd, that felt good. Her arms bulged and veins started to show now. She slid up tight behind Sofia as she sprawled over the top rope and whispered in her ear. “It's showtime now.”
Sofia worked to get up when suddenly something grabbed her. It felt like some giant crane hauled her back wedgying her suit into her butt. And then slammed her boob first into the corner. Pulled. And again! Ohh she screamed out, wondering if you could break your boobs. Oh, even hot mom can't be THAT strong, can she? Her mind yelled at her to keep going but her body was slow to respond with the extreme pain in her body. She had fallen a lot in her matches but this was next level. She felt the statue of muscle behind her whispering into her ear. It chilled her but also set her into action. She grabbed the top rope in her left hand and her right arm swung back elbow first to try and clear the body off of her.
UHHH Daisy grunted not expecting that. She was forced back a step. Shaking her head. The girl was tough! Her head buzzed, but her power kept her from going too far back. In fact, she used it to her advantage that she was now far enough behind the rising Sofia to kick out her foot right into her lower back. She mmmed inside at the scream and how it made the girl's body bend awkwardly.
AHHH Sofia screamed. Oh god, what did she hit me with? A human body can't hit that hard. Her back collapsed inward and she even felt whiplash in her neck at how wildly she had jerked into the ropes from that kick. The pain was beyond anything she had ever felt and she had once needed traction for a compressed vertebrae. She grabbed the ropes and tries to push herself up as she felt the steely body grab her from behind. No, no she thought and rocked wildly trying to even hit her head back at the head behind her. She spun to twist and face into the body trying to avoid whatever she was planning and clench like a boxer to buy time.
Wow, she tried to head-butt me. She will be awesome at this if she wants to. Daisy enjoyed the raw physical skill of the young girl and now it was time to show her the power of the Tiny Titan. She wrenched the grip like Sofia had used on her. Except they were belly to belly now. Daisy's face was about in the blonde's hot boobs and she laughed. Lifted her up. Held her there long enough for her to register what was happening. And then pounded her down on her back in a violent suplex. But Daisy upped the ante and turned it into a rolling suplex. She rolled up, lifted the girl again, and slammed the girl back a second time. And rolled up and slammed a third time. WHAM. Oooh, someone should have taped that one she thought. Beautiful.
Sofia pushed off at the body as it lifted. For a second she thought Daisy was going to bearhug her and hold her there and she wiggled to free her arms. She heard the laugh and it was chilling. Then she felt the horrible truth of what was coming and no, no. Oh. Air crushed out of her. Then lifted again. Oh god no! Oh. By the third one, she almost pleaded for it to stop, and as she slammed she kind of blanked out for a second.
The girl looked out of it as Daisy hauled her up by her hair. So she slapped her face. Crack. And Crack. Until she saw the eyes register where she was. Good. She tugged the young beauties head in by the hair so she could whisper in her ear. “I always hated being called hot mom,” she said with a snarl and her arm slid between the girl's legs and the other on her shoulder and lifted her. She walked around the ring holding her. She giggled as she flexed her arm and sort of fucked her bicep into Sofia's crotch as she walked with her weight so easily. She angled the lift so the girl's face pressed right into her chest. Her very, very excited chest. Then she took a hop step to gather up speed and slammed her down. Not a drop but a throw down to the ground so hard that the girl's body bounced when it landed. SLAM! Daisy gasped and panted as she looked at the blonde body writhing. Ohh, she felt so hot now. She always did when it was good.
Sofia thought she might have blacked out from lack of air and the agony in her back. The slaps made her see where she was and she pawed out at the super body in front of her. She had never seen hot mom. No no not hot mom, don't call her hot mom. Uhh Daisy.... look so buff before. And she always looked buff. Then she lifted Sofia again. Sofia shivered at the ease of the lift. The amazing power level. Daisy held her there and teased her with her body and again for a moment she thought she was going to do some sort of bizarre lifting smother as she was stuffed into the gorgeous woman's boob. It was so erect and full and she realized how excited Daisy was and it made her nervous. But then another slam. AHHHH she screamed and arched her back and wondered if damage had been done to it such was the level of pain.
Daisy smiled, pleased with herself as she rolled the girl over to her knees. She tilted her head up to see her and look her in the eye. “Still think you were ready for the ring hotshot?” she asked as she pulled Sofia back up. Sofias eyes fired rage and to her credit, she lunged out and hit her forearm into Daisy's chest. Smack. But Daisy stood there without moving and smiled at it. Oh, it hurt, but she had practice smiling at pain. “Is THIS what you were trying to do?” she asked as she stepped forward and slammed her own forearm into Sofia's orange-clad chest and sent the girl flying all the way across to the far ropes. She banged off the ropes and fell on her chest. Daisy laughed. “Poor girl.”
Sofia needed to do something. She dug in deep, thought of all those workouts where you were dead tired, but you did one more thing anyway. And she hammered out her body and arm into the statue of muscle. And she stood there and smiled! Sofia spasmed inside and the idea “what the hell am I doing here” flashed in her head. Then she saw Daisy wind up but was frozen unable to move quickly enough to avoid the slam that sent her flying eight feet back and crashing off the ropes. Coughing she was clutching her boobs and wondering if she should try and slide out of the ring. Her feet were under the rope and she wiggled back when Daisy got there. She was saying something but Sofia only heard noise without form right now as she was hauled back up. No, no she moaned out and she curled her hand into a fist and drove it as hard as she could into the midsection in front of her.
“Where you going, sweetie? We aren't done yet.” Daisy was enjoying herself now. She knew she should feel bad dong this to the young girl, but it felt good. She pulled her up and was thinking of a good way to end it that wasn't too damaging to the girl when UHHHHH! She took a surprising hit to her abs that bent her forward. Her lips opened and some air jerked out of her. Shit, the girl was still fighting!
She bent over! Maybe she's not indestructible after all. Sofia's mind was racing. Her body was in ruins and she was coughing when she took a deep breath. But she had to move fast and do something. Before she got moving again. Thinking fast, Sofia figured her best weapon was bodyweight right now. Bodyweight didn't get tired, it was still body weight. So, she reached and grabbed her arms around the neck and shoulder of the short pillar of muscle. She pulled up and then launched out with her legs in whatever they still had in to lunge. And yanked down intending to use her weight to hit Daisy's head down into the mat in a sort of lunging bulldog. She leaped, pulled, and... hung there in the air!
Daisy admired the girl and her effort. On many bodies, this might have worked and would have really scrambled her head if she had gone down. But Daisy was the Tiny Titan. She clenched her neck and back and her arms jerked out to sort of catch the young wrestler's body. And she stopped the leaping blonde and held her there at about waist level. With a heave that taxed even her body, she pulled and turned and lifted the girl against her body. She positioned and slammed down in an atomic drop slamming the girl's butt into her thigh with earth-shaking force. Then she lifted held her there, pausing for effect. She cooed at the girl's scream for mercy. And slammed down again.
No one is that strong Sofia screamed in her head! She stopped and held me there like time had stopped. No, she almost cried. She shook her head and pled no, no, please. And then her body slammed down and pain radiated up her spine and crotch so intent that she felt paralyzed for a second. As she was lifted again Sofia screamed. No, please. I give! But it didn't stop the second slam down and now Sofia was pretty sure her body was suffering some sort of career-ending injury. She twitched and jerked as she rolled off the thigh and curled into a ball.
Daisy mmed. Maybe I am a sadist she thought - because that made me hot. She flattened Sofia out and sat up on her chest. Her knees pinned down her arms. She dug her knees into the biceps some, just because it felt good. She tapped the girl's face and asked “How you feeling little Fia? Ready for round 2?” She held up her arms and flexed them and showed off that she didn't even need her hands to keep her flattened down like this right now. Her butt pressed down on the girl's chest and it felt wonderful. Her skin-tight suit was now more than skin-tight and looked like it might tear off she was so pumped. Her nipples were drilling through the material as she stared down at the girl daring her to move or say anything.
Sofia slowly became aware of the body on top of her. The sight of Daisy so super pumped made her nipples swell which made it hurt when the woman's butt flattened them back down. Her arms screamed – a new pain to deal with. And gawd, was she serious? Round 2? Her legs tingled and she sighed thinking ok maybe they weren't permanently damaged. She could move some now. Though each movement made her back scream. She bit her bottom lip so hard it started to bleed as she kicked her legs up trying to grab or at least hit into the woman's back. Only to have Daisy's flexing arm just swat them back down like a fly. She whimpered. “I give, Daisy.”
“Then why are your legs kicking me, sweetie? I think you need some more.” Daisy scooted to the side and slammed her fist into Sofia's midsection to double her up. This gave Daisy the time to pull the unresisting woman up and arch behind her. She stood and lifted Sofia across her back in a backbreaker hold. She gripped tight at her leg and body and pressed tight. Daisy loved this hold and knew just how hard she could pressure it to create screams and pleading without doing any long-lasting damage “Now let's hear you say that again,” she said with a bit of a hiss to it and stretched the college grappler wickedly.
Ok, NOW Sofia was sure her back was being broken. The punch made her gag and feel sort of sick to her stomach. The mature muscle woman then lifted her so easily. AHHH. She screamed and arched left and right. Trying to see if she arched one way or the other would it unbalance the load and make her let go. But Daisy stood securely and the weight and any thrashing seemed easily held. The pressure cranked up hard in waves. She could feel the muscular arms of the tiny woman pull like she was rowing and bend her into a U that caused yells of pain. Then it would subside, reset and bend again. “Ohh god, you're too strong. I give I give!” Sofia thrashed and moaned. Her body was used to intense workouts, even muscle failure. But this was something of a higher order.
Daisy chuckled. “Yes, you did seem to underestimate my strength a few times. A few moves that were... ill-advised against a body like mine. But I guess it's easy to underestimate 61 inches of body. Not many of us pixies can do. THIS!” And she arched the girl hard stretching her more than any of the previous pulls. Her face contorted and every muscle erupted. Oh, this hold made her feel like such a damn goddess!
Sofia contorted and spasmed. “AH AHHHHH HELP,” she screamed. “Please please Miss Daisy!” The pain was mind-boggling and her body felt like it was going beyond what even seemed possible.
“No one here to help, girl. Daisy said easing up. “But since you called me Miss.” She twisted and let Sofia go down. Well more like she slammed her on her back and knelt next to the wreckage. “I have watched you since you were a tiny, little baby. I have seen you grow into an amazing young woman. You have heart and skills. If this was your sort of match, you had me pinned in under thirty seconds. But this is MY sort of match and you were silly to think you could win in here.” Daisy straddled over on Sofia again and sat on her tummy. She lifted her arms and flexed them hard. Her top was straining and there was a tear down at the sides. Her chest barreled out at the top and lifted it hard. “If you kick my back again, you might regret it.”
Sofia panted and gasped and arched slowly to see if her back could move. It hurt, but it moved. The Daisy straddled her and made her warning. Sofia gasped, believing it, and laid still. She wasn't sure if her legs could lift to even attempt it anyway. She stared in awe at the flexing woman. Hot mom had always looked so good and toned, but she had never seen her like this. Her eyes as wide as saucers she gasped. “I was silly to think I could win. You are too strong. Two of me put together aren't that strong.”
Daisy smiled and flexed harder. “You did make me pump up pretty well, didn't you?” She leaned in and grazed the left bicep to Sofia's lips. Then she flexed it making the peak lift into the lips and mash it tight.
Sofia wasn't kissing the arm as much as was having it mashed to her lips but there was little difference at this point. She tried to moan and say something to soothe the beast of a body on top of her but her lips were held tight and all that came out was assorted mmm and uhh noises. Her hips jerked and her top was pushing out at the orange singlet.
Daisy held the position for a while then noticed Sofia's top. She tsked and slid back and stripped it down over her shoulders and slowly peeled it off and down the young blonde. She stood and posed with the singlet over her shoulder. “I think I am the power girl here, don't you?”
Sofia moaned no, no what was she doing? That's not mine, not really. It belongs to the wrestling club. Wisely she kept her tongue and didn't say anything and only nodded. Her body started shivering and her bottom lip sort of quivered.
“Oh, little girl. You never been dommed before have you?” She flexed and wiggled her body and laughed. “Well, you didn't know this was part of the experience, so I will go easy on you for now. But when you come back to try and retrieve this, you will get the full course.” She waved the singlet she had stripped off Sofia.
Sofia stared at the body as it stood over her. The older woman looked like some sort of Goddess stepped out of a history book and she moaned. Her hands tried to cover up her body. Next time? Like hell, she was going to try this again. That body could run through a steel vault if she wished to. Leaping into a bulldog only to be caught and held there and lifted on her back like a toy were images that were not going to fade for a long time. She moaned and then bit her lip trying not to draw attention and stay quiet.
Daisy gently tugged the girl up and checked her out. She was sure it must hurt like hell, but there was nothing there but some bruises and a bloody lip. She held out her right arm near the girl and flexed it in all its pumped-up glory. This time she did not press it and it was Sofia who leaned out and kissed it at the peak. Daisy smiled. She patted the girl's head. “I look forward to seeing how you develop, Hot Girl.” She then turned and wiggled her bottom as she left Sofia there to recover.
