Knocking Them All Down

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A stray thought

Knocking Them All Down
by: Rebecca Lawe

Not for the first time I laughed as I saw the sign for Western Lanes. OK, maybe technically it is on the Western side of Green Bay, but this place went a bit overboard and put cowboys and horses on its sign and building as well. Like there were any cowboys in Northern Wisconsin. Well, Yippie ki-yay mother fuckers, here I am, I thought. Chuckling, I parked and got my bag out of the trunk. Inside were two balls, my shoes, a towel, and a whole drug store's worth of stuff for my thumb should it act up. I tried to be calm, but I was excited for my first night in the majors.

A major league meant no handicap and was purely a scratch league. Usually, bowling leagues are based on a handicap where you get some percentage of the difference between your average score and 200 pins. This is an attempt to even up the league and lets the lower average bowlers compete. Higher averages still have an advantage, but with a handicap added, if you bowl over your average you always have a chance to win. In a major league, there is no handicap, so it is purely based on your scores. You needed to carry over a 180 average for one entire league season before you could qualify to enter a major league. Bowling in a major league was the equivalent of being a scratch golfer and competing with no handicaps. Bowling a 600 series for three games was average and they didn't even announce your total on the loudspeaker at the lanes unless it topped 700.

I had finished my last league at Western with a 192 average. This was certainly not going to win any prizes, but I was consistent. I might not hit those big 700 scores but I never puked out a 150 either. My brother had his last team fall apart and was actually bringing in two new members. I wondered how many people he tried before he agreed to let me join, but I didn't care. I was excited to give it a go.

"Hey Paul, you ready to go?" Steve asked as he was already set up at our assigned lanes. Steve was one of the top keglers in the city and his last team had won quite a few tournaments. He was wearing one of his rings for bowling a perfect 300-game in league action. I think he was more proud of that ring than his wedding band. In his defense, it was his third marriage.

"Ready to kill it bro," I told him as I got my shoes and my thumb prepared. Maybe I needed to go to that no thumb in the ball approach some pros used, but I didn't want to take the time to perfect it first, so I put up with what my grip did to my thumb.

We warmed up but it was just the three of us: my brother Steve, me, and Terry. Terry was a friend of my brothers since high school and he had a high 5 that could leave your hand numb. You had to always remember to use your left hand when giving Terry a high 5. Terry's younger brother had married our younger sister so I guess that also made us somehow related but I don't know what the name of it would be. Brothers in-laws once removed?

Our fourth member had not arrived and my brother was pissed. You could hear him swearing as he tapped his foot and looked expectantly at the door. The other team was actually nice and gave us a couple extra minutes, but soon it was going to be time to have to start. In a scratch league, there is no blind score, so we'd have to just have three scores instead of four.

"Got a no-show, Paul?" I heard a voice call out and turned to see Jack. Jack ran the pro shop and was a former pro bowler. Having a pro man the shop and drill your ball, gave it a real sense of big time. And I suppose for a guy who was always at a bowling center anyway, it was not a bad gig. Jack must have been old enough to think of going on the Senior Tour these days I thought as he walked over. "My girl here has a qualifying average if you want to put her in as a sub."

"I ain't your girl Jackie," a melodic voice called out - and in walked a vision. She was tall, nearly looking my 6 feet in the eye. Her face was, I don't know what words to use. Let's just say angelic. She was pretty in a way I had never seen up this close before. It was like one of those perfect models you see on the internet, only for real and standing in front of you. She had long black hair that hung near to her butt. Silky black hair so dark it seemed to shine when she moved. Once I finally looked away from her face, I saw she had broad shoulders to go with the height. And her chest. It shows how attractive her face was, that I had not noticed her chest right off. It was huge and stood out like twin torpedoes on the firing line, ready for action. As she moved and reached out a hand to me, her chest seemed to be fighting a battle inside the white sleeveless top she had on. " I am Belle, you guys need a fourth?" Her hand gripped mine so tight I actually winced. That's when I also noticed her arms were toned and well-muscled. Top level muscled.

I introduced myself as Steve walked over. It showed how much he was just into his game that he didn't seem to even notice her amazing looks and just shrugged. "If you got a qualifying average, shoe up. We can't go with three."

As she put on her shoes and brought a ball out there must have been 50 pairs of eyes watching her. Women in the majors were rare to start with, and never one like this. Terry leaned over to me and whispered. "Well, even if she sucks, at least we get to watch her for three games." I nodded in agreement. Wow. I had to take a few deep breaths to get my mind back on the action.

Terry led off, I was second and Steve went third as we gave Belle the last spot so she could have a moment to get ready. Terry and my brother both had the large hooks of most scratch bowlers. They send their ball way out near to the last board of the alley before the rotation catches up to it and sends it back to the pins with huge amounts of revolution. The speed of the shot is almost secondary to the amount of revs the balls generate on their way. In comparison, my ball has more of a gentle bend to it. I don't actually throw against the boards but with them. When I throw the shot I actually throw it straight, just a bit off to the right of the target. Then it curves slightly. I am very accurate and make all of my spares. This approach is not going to get me many rings on my finger as I just don't have the hitting power of the pro-level bowlers. But I can be a good team member since you always know where my score is going to fall.

After we went it was Belle's turn. We all watched expectantly. It seemed like the whole alley got quiet as once again almost every eye in the place was on the dark-haired bombshell as she went up on the lane. She had a calm, confident stance but was way over on the right side of the lane. She was also pretty close up as she started on her right foot. Not many four-step approaches I thought as she had a simple pushaway, swung a quite high backstroke, and then unleashed it. And I mean unleashed it! This was a total rocket ball that set on the alley just inside the gutter on the right side and angled in at the pocket like the hypotenuse of a triangle in a perfect straight line that hit so hard pins flew around wildly. She left the 10 pin. The other pins flew so hard you feared for the equipment, but one stayed stubbornly behind. She retrieved her ball and casually completed the spare. This one hit only a little less forcefully than the first shot.

Terry clapped and gave her a high 5. She smiled and seemed to take even his slap lightly. Terry smiled. "Damn, she bowls like your dad," he said to both of us. Crap! He was right. I hadn't seen anyone just do the rocket ball from the corner since my old man used to prowl Western Lanes. He was the one who had gotten us into bowling when we were kids. He had picked it up in the service and had gotten so good he actually got postings from it - since commanding officers wanted him on the base teams. He didn't hook the ball either. Just rocketed it in from the corner. But maybe not as hard as Belle. Wow, she was a force. Staring at her body it was easy to see where all that power came from.

As we continued we talked to her some. One of the big things I like about bowling is that it is not a constant activity. You concentrate and do your routine when it is your shot, but then you can joke and have a drink or whatever until it was your turn again. Unless you are Steve, then you are all business. Steve had been the quarterback on the high school football team even though he wasn't that big and wasn't that fast. He had a good arm but nothing special. What he had were guts and will. He willed his teams to victories and kicked butt on anyone who loafed on his team. Bowling was similar. He appeared to will himself to do well. Whenever there was a big shot, he seemed to be able to bear down and get it done. In the first game, we were down a few pins at the end and Steve ended with four strikes in a row, the way he always seemed to do when needed.

In between shots Terry and I talked with Belle. Her face was so immaculate, that it made it hard to tell how old she was. She was anywhere from between 20 and 35. We learned Belle was from California and had been traveling. Jack was her uncle and she was staying with him for a while as she decided where to go next. So, maybe that made her closer to the 20 side than the 35 side. If anything her shots got even harder hitting and made crashes so loud they were audible even in a busy bowling center. I swear some of her shots were going to shatter pins. The strikes were total explosions of pins and you started to think she had the pins over-matched. But, she was a bit inconsistent and left a couple splits that knocked down her overall score to a respectable 198. She actually got three strikes in a row in the 10th frame to get that score. Along with Steve's four bagger, this sealed our victory in the first game. This time Steve gave her the high 5 as she came off the lane and I saw him wince from it. Shit, she was strong.

As she bowled her muscled arms got pumped up and showed even more tone and size than they had when she shook my hand. I found myself staring at her constantly, though I managed to get a 205 in my first game. Her jeans covered her legs but there was little doubt they had similar size and musculature to match the arms and shoulders that were destroying the pins. When she bent to male the throw you could see tone standing out even in jeans. In the second game, Belle scored a 225 to top the team as she seemed to find her groove and stopped the splits. Terry made some joke about her being Top Man and she smiled and ate that up, seeming to like the attention.

In the last one, Steve seemed to want to beat her and he went on a rampage. He had the first seven strikes in a row. And so did Belle. On his 8th shot, Steve threw a perfect ball but it left a ringing 10 pin standing. He finished the game with a 278, leaving one more 10 pin on the final shot. Belle walked up in the 8th frame and the ball went high and exploded right through the middle of the pins, leaving the dreaded 7 – 10 split. The perfect games were ruined. She finished the game with a 267 and a three game series of 690.

My left hand was red from all the high 5's, as we won all three games for a seven point total for the night. What a way to start the league. As we packed up, Steve asked Belle if she was going to be sticking around town long and if she wanted to be a regular member of the team. She smiled and said sure and if she left she would give us plenty of notice. I was thrilled. Watching her was a real treat.

Belle and I went to get our balls when some members of the other team were grousing about their loss. One of them was saying "Maybe if Tits McGee there hadn't waltzed in, we would have done better." As his teammates laughed I started to push over to give him some shit. Belle held out her arm and stopped me. Stopped me cold. She smiled at the man and went over and picked up the one that was his ball and carried it over to him. She cradled the ball to her chest as she smiled. I was envious of its position.

"Or maybe if you had knocked down more pins, you would have done better," she said sweetly, and even from the side of her I could see her back and arms flex. The ball crushed against her huge chest and suddenly there was this huge cracking sound. Holy shit, she has just cracked his ball against her damn boobs. it only took a second.  A flex and pow the ball broke.  Maybe I wasn't envious anymore. I nearly fell over and I decided I better sit down because I was so hard I was going to poke a hole in my jeans. She handed the busted ball to the guy, still with that sweet smile on her face. She looked over at me and smiled. As they all left with dumbfounded looks, she leaned over to me. "Thanks, tiger. That's the biggest compliment anyone has given me in a long time." Her hand reached and gave a light pat to my throbbing erection to indicate what she meant.

I sat there a while to shake that off. I pretended I was taking the time to get some of the tape off my thumb, and changing my shoes and whatnot. Terry and Steve said they were going to the bar for a beer. Steve won't drink while he bowls, so it was time for a few now. I said I would see if Belle wanted to join us and said I would catch up with them. I rounded the corner into the locker area and saw Belle. She had one of the guys from the team we just beat pinned down under her foot. He was struggling and grunting, but she didn't even look at him. That was because she had the guy whose ball she had cracked gripped at the throat and slammed to the wall! She held him there one-handed and his feet dangled 6 inches in the air. My eyes widened in amazement at the sight. I had watched how her muscles worked all night, but I saw now I had only seen the tip of the iceberg. Her back was now so wide, that I wondered if her top could handle it. Her arm had looked impressive bowling, but it was swelling times larger now as she held a full grown, actually overgrown, man in the air. Her shoulder also bulged now in amazing fashion. The dude was purple faced and hitting at the arm but was having absolutely no impact on its ability to hold him and squeeze. It looked like he was trying to move her one arm with both of his hands, and was having no success. It was hard to believe anyone could be that powerful, much less such a bombshell beauty.

"OK, you are right," Belle was saying in an even, relaxed voice that made her physical feats going on at the same time even more impressive. "I had no right to bust your lil ball. Tell you what, I will replace it and drill you a new one myself. And all you got to do is apologize for touching me." The muscles in her forearm flexed even more and I could hear gurgling. I thought the dude was on the verge of passing out. She seemed to realize he couldn't answer, so she relaxed her grip and he gasped air in a wheezy fashion.

"I am sorry, I am sorry, oh god I am sorry," the man gasped out as he held out his hands in an obvious submissive position. The guy under her foot nodded agreement, but didn't or couldn't say anything.

Belle dropped him and turned. She put a bit of weight into the guy under her foot and he cried out in a sharp voice. Belle never wavered or looked back. So badass. She called back over her shoulder without looking. "Come in tomorrow and I will have it done for you, big guy." She walked toward me. She had a large smile n her face. "Hey, Tiger, what's up?" Like nothing had just happened out of the ordinary. Hell, I don't know. Maybe this was ordinary for her.

I had to shake my body to jump-start my head again. "Oh, we are having some beers in the bar and wanted to see if you wanted a couple."

"Not tonight Tiger." Her smile widened and she rubbed a finger under my chin and I wondered if it was just my imagination that I felt like it was pulling me to my toes as she did that. "But I will tell you what. You come by here about 7 on Friday night and take me to dinner. Don't be late or I might break more than your ball," she said as she leaned in tight to me. Her smile was gorgeous and I couldn't tell if she was teasing me or not. I made a mental note not to be late, that's for sure.

I swallowed and nodded. "O, O, Ok," I managed to choke out. Yeah, I am that smooth folks. Belle smiled and brushed past me making sure to rub some of that huge chest of hers against me. As I watched her bottom walk away, she paused, opened the door to the pro shop, and disappeared inside. I looked over where the two dudes were still dragging themselves up and shaking off their pains. I just shrugged at them, turned, and went to the bar. I couldn't decide if I was nervous or excited about this date.

What a night.

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[Jeremy Lightning]

Hey, just want to say that I love you shouting out Green Bay, being from Wisconsin, it's cool to see my state being represented in someone else's writing (I have done it a couple of times in my stories) But yeah, other than that, I enjoyed the story itself, really nice cool seeing how strong Belle was. k+!

[crow004]

Great story! It was an enjoyable read. I'd love to see how their date goes.
So does the title of the story refer to the pins, or to the defeated team? lol
K+

[jhunter]

Love the one shot. Hope to see more soon.

[weaponzero]

I generally prefer stories that are meant to be entries in long running series, as one shots just don't do it for me usually.  This is easily one of the best one shots I've ever seen.