Wrestling for Control

[El_Roy_1999]

A shorter story written as a request. Here's part 1, I hope you enjoy it.

Wrestling for Control
By Roy Ellison

The ball of paper struck Amelia in the back of her head.
“Ow! Who did that?”
She turned around from the blackboard, her voice all soft and helpless. Again. She hated this class with a passion. She tried to figure out who threw the missile, but just then, another one hit her right in the face, knocking her glasses away.
“Ah! Stop it!”
Another paper ball hit her. And another one. Soon, the entire class joined in, showering her with more missiles. She tried to protect her face, hoping that she wouldn’t make a wrong step and crush her glasses. That was the last thing she needed. Not only had Eric, her no-good husband just divorced her after cheating on her for years, the court had also awarded the custody of their son to her mother, with whom Amelia had her own troubles.
Life was shitty, and accidentally destroying her glasses right when she was spiraling into debt and personal catastrophe would just be the final nail in her coffin.
While being pelted by paper balls, she knelt down as carefully as she could, her blurred vision barely allowing her to see anything, let alone her glasses on the dirty floor of the classroom.
What the hell had she been thinking? She had majored in English and Spanish literature, but had always hoped for a nice and quiet job, maybe as an editor or a proofreader. Something with minimal human interaction. Well, it turned out that nowadays, publishers preferred machines to do the job, and she had been out of work.
Becoming a school teacher had never been her plan, and teaching at a private school for notoriously difficult privileged students was the opposite of what she wanted. However, she needed a job, and the private school board took her without any training. They just needed to fill a vacancy, and they were paying moderately well.
Of course, the aforementioned difficult and privileged students were a problem. A major problem.
The laughter was getting louder as the students started throwing trash at her now. She still tried to find her glasses in the growing mess when a big can of energy drink hit her on the back, soaking her blazer in the sticky, disgusting liquid.
“Ow! Please, stop it! You’re hurting me!”
Instead of a ceasefire, the students redoubled their attacks. The next can hit her on the back of her head. Some horrible stuff ended up in her hair, turning her already busted hairstyle into a repulsive mess.
Amelia really tried to keep it together. She tried to stay strong. She tried to maintain some semblance of composure. She really tried.
Then she found her glasses. As she put them on, she found that the left lens was broken.
She got up.
She looked at the horde of idiots in expensive clothes.
Her face turned red.
She took a deep breath.
She screamed at them.
It was a weird, disturbing squeak.
Amelia’s voice was just ridiculous. The students guffawed as she closed her mouth.
One of the especially obnoxious students, a young woman called Chloe, asked:
“What was that, Mrs. Jenner? Was that supposed to be a shout? Were you trying to discipline us?”
Amelia stared at her. She felt so ridiculous and weak like this. She clenched her fists desperately. A few days ago, she had run out of a classroom when the students had started making pig noises at her whenever she tried to speak.
She wasn’t going to run today. She had to take a stand.
She had to.
If she didn’t, any remainders of her authority would be washed away. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself and bring the situation back under control. She really tried. She opened her mouth. No sound came out.
She fought back the tears.
Please … She begged herself. Please, don’t run. Don’t give in to their bullying. Please … Please stay strong.
Chloe laughed right in her face, then took out her vape, took a pull right in front of her, and then blew it right into Amelia’s mouth.
The teacher’s eyes went wide. She gagged. She coughed. She bent over, trying to catch her breath, trying to clear her airways.
She stumbled about, tears streaming from her eyes and then, she ran.
Chloe took another pull and shrugged:
“What was that?”
She met the grins of her classmates with a look of absolute supremacy.

In the teacher’s bathroom, Amelia was trying to fix her … everything. Her makeup was ruined, her cute pastel outfit was in a bad shape, and her hair was a mess. Her throat was still hurting and she was struggling to breathe. She was completely exhausted and exasperated.
Should she go and talk to the principal?
She probably should. What the kids were doing was dangerous! Then again, if she showed up again, she would probably get a dressing-down for leaving the classroom while she should be working.
Okay.
She had to deal with this on her own. She had to stand up for herself! She had to …
She started crying again, then locked herself into one of the stalls.

Finally, class ended. She came back out just before to act as if she had been there the whole time, then packed up her things and headed to the teachers’ room. Just as she came in, her colleagues looked away. That was the other thing: Not only did her students have zero respect for her, but her colleagues were more or less embarrassed for her. The court hearings had meant that she had to miss work several times, which increased the workload of the other teachers, and the classes she was in charge of were seen as even worse than the others.
Amelia really couldn’t blame them.
She went to her desk, which was slowly being encroached upon by its neighbors and tried to get a coffee.
Just then, Martin, one of her colleagues popped over to her and said:
“The principal says you’ll have to substitute gym class now. Kelly had to go to the hospital with one of the students.”
“What? Gym class? But they …”
“You’re the only one we got. Get to it.”
“I don’t even have my gym clothes!”
“Just tell them to play ball. It’ll be fine. Hopefully, they won’t ruin anything.”
Amelia was on the verge of panic.

[El_Roy_1999]

“Okay! Listen up! Be quiet! Be … quiet! Please … Please be quiet! Kids? Hello? Could you please … Please! Listen!”
Nobody did. Amelia looked at the blob of young people that chatted loudly amongst themselves. In the background, some of the girls started fighting, screaming at each other. She could just as well not have been there.
She clapped her hands.
Nothing happened.
She stomped her feet.
Nothing.
She tried to whistle, but that only produced a wet sound. She was really bad at this, she knew it.
“Ladies … Please!”
Amelia sighed. She took a deep breath and tried to shout.
“Quiet!”
This came out a bit louder, though still not very convincingly. At least, some of the young women turned to her. This instantly made Amelia take a step back. It wasn’t that they were looking especially aggressive, it was just that the sudden attention made her even more nervous.
“Okay.” She raised a hand. “Here’s the thing …”
Chloe blew a strand of hair from her face. Then she asked:
“What are you trying to do? Why are you even here?”
In her mind, Amelia wanted to say “I don’t know.” She stopped herself.
“This is gym class.”
“Yeah. So what?”
“Let’s play ball.”
Amelia didn’t put much conviction into her words. Instead, she picked up the ball and tossed it vaguely at Chloe.
However, just as she did, the young woman looked away. She didn’t notice what was happening, and the ball hit her straight on the ear. Amelia couldn’t tell whether she had thrown it with any kind of energy, but Chloe instantly screamed and glared at her, then shouted:
“Ow! You did that on purpose, you bitch!”
Amelia raised her hands to stop her:
“Calm down … I didn’t …”
It was too late. The student came at her, followed by her friends. Amelia fled. She ran to the changing rooms, the girls in hot pursuit. The teacher tried to shut the door and lock it, but her pursuers caught up with her. Amelia tried to hold the door, but it was too late. They pushed the door open and threw her to the ground.
“Ow!”
“Ow? Ow? I’ll make you suffer for what you just did to me, you bitch!”
Amelia tried to crawl away from them and get back up.
It was useless. The young women grabbed her and forced her to the ground. Without any hesitation, Chloe punched her in the face. Amelia’s glasses flew away, the broken lens now falling out of the frame and spilling on the floor.
Chloe glared at her sadistically.
“Alright … I’ll give you something to remember what you did!”
She walked over to the tool cabinet and got the sewing kit out. Then she took a big pair of scissors. Amelia panicked. What was she going to do?
The teacher tried to free herself, but her tormentress just hissed:
“Stop fidgeting, or you’ll really get hurt!”
Then she cut.

Amelia looked down. The principal was looking at her ravaged hairdo.
“She cut my hair. She just cut and cut and cut …”
The principal sighed.
“That means you failed as an educator.”
“What?” For once, Amelia managed to get a little louder. “But … she attacked me! She hurt me! She cut my hair! People aren’t allowed to do that without my consent! You have to punish her! You have to expel her! She is dangerous! Today, she cuts off my hair, tomorrow, she’ll cut off someone’s finger!”
The principal sighed.
“It was your job to teach the students how to behave. You have to assert your authority and make them respect you. Or rather, you should have.”
Amelia’s voice turned all squeaky again:
“You mean it’s my fault? That I am to blame? You can’t be serious!”
“I’m very serious. I know that our students are … special. However, we are a private academy, and our students come from very wealthy and influential families. If you are unable to deal with this environment, it is for the best if you leave.”
“Me? But … Why don’t you support me …”
Her voice got smaller and smaller as she realized what she was faced with.

The young woman was escorted off the school area by the groundskeeper. The man didn’t say much, but at least, he didn’t make the situation any worse. He also carried her box of stuff for her, including the rather heavy textbooks.
At the gate, he set them down and said:
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Jenner. I can call you a cab, if you want.”
“Don’t worry, Robert. I’ll walk down to the bus stop.”
“Are you sure about that? It’s quite the walk.”
“I need to clear my head. Thank you very much for not being horrible, Robert. You’re the only person that ever treated me like a human being here. I wish I could make it up to you.”
“Don’t sweat it, Mrs. Jenner. Just make sure you’re okay.”
“I’ll have to figure something out …”
The man took the box and said:
“You know what, I’m going to walk down the hill with you. I need to take a break from all that sitting, you know?”
She blushed and smiled, then they set off.

“So Robert told you I was looking for a manager?”
“He did. Do you need one?”
“Obviously.”
The woman in front of her hadn’t even bothered getting up. She was rather plump and looked vaguely egg-shaped, though she did have broad shoulders. Her name was Tarah Brixton, although she was usually known under her ring name “Terror Babe!”. Wrestling as an independent on the various circuits seemed to pay a bit, though clearly not too well, at least as far as this place seemed.
They were in the backroom of a diner and Tarah Brixton was in her normal clothes.
“Okay. I need somebody to do everything. Manage the finances. Book shows. Drive. Help with loading. Operate my social media … The works.”
Amelia hesitated. The other woman smirked:
“The pay is … pretty bad, but you won’t starve. Also, if you’re running from something, this is perfect. You’ll be in a new town at least twice a week, and most of the money is cash. Also, everybody has a pseudonym and you can even wear a mask, if you want.”
Tarah chuckled.
Amelia nodded slowly.
“That sounds …”
“I know. It’s hard to put in words. So. Are you in?”
Amelia breathed out sharply.

[El_Roy_1999]

“Oh my God, it’s Terror Babe with a steel chair wrapped in barbed wire!”
The announcer’s voice thundered through the hall, and Tarah climbed into the ring, then brained Hector Ramirez with the chair. The man stumbled away, turned around, and got hit right in the face for his efforts. Tarah swung again, but this time, he caught the chair, pulled it from her hands and tossed it away.
Amelia watched the ridiculous action from the sidelines. She was still quite overwhelmed by the combination of drama and silliness. Then she realized she was supposed to film. She adjusted the camera and did just that, trying to get a good angle on Tarah. She danced around the ring as the action progressed. This was actually difficult. Maybe she could get a good shot once Tarah mounted the ropes …

“That stuff is unusable! What the fuck were you thinking? Can’t you do one thing right?”
Tarah was furious. She was screaming at Amelia. In a way, she was right to do so. After all, Amelia’s pictures and clips looked like shit and actually made Tarah look bad. There was no way they could post these on social media.
“I’m sorry! I wanted to do it correctly, but … I …”
“Tell me again why you’re here, Amelia? Tell me!”
The muscular young woman was very red in the face. It wasn’t just the frustration at the wasted opportunity for a few nice posts on social media. She was also full up to her ears with whatever shit she was shooting, and the stuff was putting her right on edge. The whole situation was terribly uncomfortable for Amelia. The former teacher retreated.
“Look, I said I’m sorry! I just don’t know how this is supposed to work!”
“You don’t? Then why are you even here? I fucking need someone to take care of these things without messing around. That’s all I need. I put on the show, you do the rest. That’s the fucking deal, and I don’t have the fucking time to do your job as well!”
“Couldn’t you just explain it to me?”
“Girl, seriously. Listen. Listen to me!” Tarah was very close now, towering over Amelia, forcing her against the wall of the RV. “If you don’t get how something works, you have to learn. You have to figure out. You can ask, if you have to, but that’s on you. Understood?”
“Please, Tarah, don’t hurt me.”
The wrestler punched her.
“Fuck you. Fuck you and your shitty stupidity!”
“Ow …”
Tarah turned around and stomped off to deal with her anger. Amelia slipped down the wall and ended up in a sorry heap. She wanted to leave, but … she couldn’t, could she? They were in the middle of nowhere. After months on the road, Amelia really had lost any sense of orientation. Besides, she had no idea where she should go.
Every since the divorce and her getting fired, she felt as if she were lost at sea, drifting through a huge, uniform mass, unable to reach terra firma, always on the verge of drowning …

“Oh shiiit … Is this it? Is this it? Terror Babe has got her on the ropes! Yeah. Yeah! Here it comes! Here it comes … The Terror Slam!”
Amelia was focusing the camera right on Diamond Princess as Terror Babe got in position, perfectly capturing the look of panic on the other wrestler’s face. Her heart was fluttering, but she was making this work. She switched to Tarah, getting a good look at her, then she zoomed out for the whole action, and …
Tarah launched herself at Diamond Princess.
For an endless moment, Tarah felt amazing. She had it under control. It had taken her a few tries and more getting screamed at and punched in the stomach, but she felt she was proving herself …
A little voice in the back of her head told her that she was trying to please a person that was a drugged-up asshole, but …
Fuck.
Tarah had jumped, flying at Diamond Princess. She hit her right on the chest, that was planned. Alright.
Then, she had bounced off a bit. Also fine.
But then, she had dropped back to the ground. She should have landed and rolled, but instead, she just slammed on the mat head first.
Now she was just lying there.
Amelia stared. Suddenly, she was praying that Tarah would get back up. Only … she wasn’t. Was she alright? What should she do?
The “referee” was hovering around Tarah, unsure of what to do next.
That’s when the general manager walked up to Amelia and said:
“You gotta do something.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. It’s a girl fight. I can’t get in the ring like that.”
“But don’t you …”
“Get in!”
Amelia stared at him. Every part of her brain screamed at her that she was completely stupid to not just get up and walk out. These people treated her like shit, and now that they were in trouble, they asked her to fix their problem!
If she had a shred of self-respect, she would just …

Amelia was on the mat now, standing in her shirt and pants, looking ridiculous next to the rather meaty, strong Diamond Princess. The other wrestler was a little surprised to see her like that. But she had to stick to the show.
The ex-teacher pointed at her, desperately trying to hide her nervousness.
“Don’t you dare hurt her!”
“Hurt her? You shouldn’t be worried about Terror Babe! You should be worried about yourself!”
Very quietly, Amelia said to herself:
“Oh, fiddlesticks …”

She came to in the backstage area. Not that she had been knocked out, that wasn’t it. Instead, she had been thoroughly tossed around. Her attempts at stopping Diamond Princess had been horribly futile, and she had been put through the wringer, getting lifted, thrown, punched and smashed on the mat until finally, Tarah had regained consciousness, thrown up and desperately finished the show.
After this, Amelia’s boss had been sent to the hospital for a check up and explicitly forbidden from wrestling again.
The ex-teacher found herself an ex-wrestling assistant-manager-helper.
And here was the thing …
To her complete confusion, she had enjoyed being in the ring.
Not the getting tossed around, not the kicks, not the holds.
But this brief sensation of control as she got ready to fight …
This, she might get used to. She just had to learn how this worked.
Maybe she could just try and join a stable?

[El_Roy_1999]

Amelia slammed against the mat for the umpteenth time today. She was starting to get used to it, and even if “liking it” wasn’t exactly a thing yet, she was enjoying herself. Sure, she now had to hold down two shitty minimum wage jobs to pay her bills, but she was doing her thing.

She grunted and tried a kip-up. It didn’t work as planned and she landed back on the mat.

The trainer groaned:

“Again!”

“I’m trying!”

She did again. Another failure. Her training partner watched her with a kind of boredom.

“Again!”

“I’m …”

She tensed her body and launched herself up again. This time, it almost worked and she could feel that she was getting there, but then, she didn’t manage to stand firmly and fell back down.

“Fiddlesticks!”

She groaned. The others rolled their eyes. Amelia had become fitter since joining the stable, but it was clearly not enough. She had to get buffer, otherwise, she would be just as bad a failure in this job as in any other. Right now, she was still a mostly shapeless woman with hanging breasts. Not a good look for the job.

Groaning, she rolled sideways and got to her feet clumsily.

“Sorry …”

The teacher growled at her:

“Stop saying you’re sorry. If you don’t have anything interesting to say, say nothing! You’re supposed to wrestle. You’re supposed to entertain!” He sighed, then walked over to her, his large, heavy hands resting on her shoulders. “Listen, Amelia, you’re a nice person, you try harder than all my other students, and I think you have the right mindset, but you lack the confidence and the strength.”

“I know … I’m s …”

She barely managed to stop herself. He smiled a little when she did. Then she said:

“I’m trying my best. I’m working out every day. I really try to build up my strength.”

“I know. Maybe …” He released her and rubbed his temples. “Okay, listen, Amelia. I think you’ve got potential, so I’m going to hook you up with Colin. He’s trainer, and he knows his stuff. If he can’t whip you into shape, I don’t know who can.”

“Okay … Thank you, coach.”

“Yeah. Don’t thank me yet. That guy is crazy. He’s great, but he’s pretty much insane.”

“Oh.”

“But hey, maybe your singlemindedness and his craziness will work well together … Anyway, if you fuck this up, and he says you can’t do it, then it’s over. I like you, I think you should get your shot … But this is it. This is your shot. Don’t disappoint me.”

“I won’t, coach! I won’t.”

“Alright. Enough chitchat. Time for another round!”


She approached the man carefully, unsure of how to start. Colin was a man whose head looked a bit small … It was weird. The guy was enormous. He was tall, he was broad, he was massive, his heavy body packed with muscle. Not like a bodybuilder, more like a powerlifter. Or rather what normal people thought powerlifters looked like. He was a hulk.

The giant was resting between sets, spending his time waiting for his muscles to recover.

He also completely ignored her.

This went on for a while until Amelia couldn’t bear it anymore. She lifted a hand to signal that she was about to say something.

Suddenly, the man got up in one fluid motion, his enormous muscles moving along. Amelia was paralyzed by his reaction. What was he going to do now? What was he going to say?

Then he just ignored her and went back to his weights.

“Uh …”

He started carefully pumping out his reps. Amelia repositioned herself so he could see her.

“Uh … hello?”

Her voice was all little and soft. He didn’t even care to react.

“Hi?”

She barely managed to sound louder than before. The man was pumping iron.

Okay, enough. Amelia went all in:

“Hi! I’m Amelia, and I want to wrestle. My coach sent me to you to train me and build my body!”

He grunted and finished his set. Then he put down the weight, and walked over to her. He was huge. Amelia was 5’2”. This man was at least a foot taller than her, and twice as heavy despite her being out of shape.

“Yeah?”

Summoning her courage, she nodded:

“Yeah. Train me. Make me strong. Make me big. I want to wrestle. I want to do this, and I will do it!”

The hulking guy scratched his chin.

“Seriously? I mean, I can train you, and I can get you strong, but … there’s a price to pay.”

“Money?” A little lower, she added: “Sex?”

Colin chuckled:

“Girl, I don’t give a fuck about you. I wouldn’t fuck a flabby girl like you if I had to.”

Despite being relieved about this declaration, Amelia was a bit annoyed. She knew she wasn’t attractive, but this was a bit harsh …

“Okay … So what do you mean?”

“Your coach sent you to me because I know the formula.”

“The formula?”

“Yeah. My special mix that turns weaklings into mass monsters. The thing is, it’s really something for men. The girls … they don’t like the results.”

“What do you mean?”

“Girl, you use the formula, you’ll turn into a monster. The sides are going to give you a look not even your mother could like.”

Amelia hesitated. She … she didn’t want to be disfigured … did she?

That sounded pretty horrible. Then she looked at the huge man’s muscles … With a physique like that, she couldn’t just compete. She could dominate …

Taking a deep breath, she said:

“I don’t care. I’m in.”

[HumanPersonBeing]

I guess I'll be the first to comment. Now that we're past the (important but not erotic) setup, I can't wait to read about her transformation. FMG plus wrestling is a great combo that you just don't see enough.

[El_Roy_1999]

I guess I'll be the first to comment. Now that we're past the (important but not erotic) setup, I can't wait to read about her transformation. FMG plus wrestling is a great combo that you just don't see enough.

Thank you. I'll do my best to make it work.

The thing about the setup is very nicely explained in an essay by Umberto Eco "How to recognize a porn movie".

[quick]

Hey! This is cool! Looking forward to the next entry.

[El_Roy_1999]

Hey! This is cool! Looking forward to the next entry.

Thanks! More soon.

[HumanPersonBeing]

Thank you. I'll do my best to make it work.

The thing about the setup is very nicely explained in an essay by Umberto Eco "How to recognize a porn movie".

I'm going to look that up. Sounds interesting.

[HumanPersonBeing]

Read it. So his thesis is that you need the normal moments for the erotic parts to work. That you can't have something that's just one erotic scene after another. I can't say that I disagree.

For example, short FMG stories that just describe in detail a woman's muscles getting huge don't do anything for me. I need to know who this woman is, how this transformation will change her personally, how the people in her life will react, what will she need to adapt to, etc.