Wrestling story 4 - Grappling buddies

Story by: Hanvall
Drawing by: Gures

The wrestling evening had been planned at length. The boys would have met at Chad's place, already divided in two teams of three people each, and would have wrestled in the basement, which was large enough. However, they didn't expect Andrew to injury his leg skiing three days before the planned date.

Chad had asked some of his friends who were into wrestling, but none of them could. What was worse, Andrew was in Chad's team and, if they hadn't managed to find out a third guy, the victory would have gone to the other team. So, as the boys got to the basement, there were only five of them.

"You found nobody?" asked Michael while stretching. "Nobody" answered Chad "Everyone's already busy or out of town." "That sucks" commented James "I mean, there must be somebody we can ask to..." That moment, Chad's brother Ash opened the basement door, bringing the boys something to drink. "Thanks, Ash" said James, opening a can. Suddenly, he had an idea. "Hey" said to Chad in a low voice "Do you think he could be our third man?" Chad wasn't sure. "I don't know" he said "I don't know how much he's into sports, actually. We haven't spent much time together, lately. But we can ask, don't we?" "Sure. Hey Ash, would you like to take part to our wrestling match?" Ash looked a bit uncertain. "I don't know" he said "Are all you guys ok with it?" The other team didn't take much time to agree. Ash was only 16 while they were all in their twenties and was smaller than them. It would have been an easy match for anyone of them. "That's ok for us" said Lewis, the biggest of the three. The guys proceeded to write their names and stats on pieces of papers, which were then folded and placed in two small boxes. Ash drew one piece from the box on the left and read it. 

"James, 6' 175 lbs." James got up and took off his T-shirt, stepping on the mats barefoot, wearing red shorts. "Michael, 5'9'' 160 lbs." read Ash from the piece took from the other box. Michael, already shirtless and wearing blue shorts, got on the mat. The match was rather quick. Michael at first seemed to have the upper hand, even landing James on the mat and getting on the top, but suddenly James managed to roll them over and put Michael in a Boston crab. Michael grunted his face showed his struggling in the pain. Ash stretched Michael torso to the maximum. Michael slammed his fist against the mats, trying to get free, but in the end he had to give up. "Just because you're bigger" commented Michael after getting up. "sure, sure" replied James, amused, bumping fists with his teammates.

Ash read the names for the second match: "Chad, 5'11'' 165 lbs, versus Dylan, 5'11'' 155 lbs." The boys stepped on the mat, both shirtless and barefoot, Chad with a white speedo and Dylan with black sweatpants. The match was a bit longer than the first one and seemed very balanced. After some attempts at holds, however, Dylan managed to perform a leg takedown and, as Chad was trying to get up quickly, he locked him in a double armbar, pulling with an unexpected strength. Dylan body was lean, but it was all muscle. Boys watched Chad's pecs and arms to be involuntarily tensed. Chad struggled  to escape the hold, but pain was all over him a he finally tapped on his friend's hand. "What a shame" he said in an amused voice after being released, as Dylan was massaging his shoulders "Ash, you have to restore the family honor. And to win for our team."

"So we have..." said Dylan, reading the last two pieces "Ash, 5'9'' 142 lbs, against Lewis, 6'1'' 190 lbs." "We are so screwed" commented James. Lewis stretched on the mats in his black speedo, showing off some impressive solid muscle. Ash gulped before taking off his t-shirt, revealing a lean but really toned body. Chad didn't remember his brother being so defined. Wearing black shorts, Ash stepped on the mats. As the match started, Lewis, who was very quick for his size, was fast in grabbing Ash and squeezing him in a bearhug. Ash panted, clearly in trouble, but held on. Suddenly, he managed to slip one of his arms free, which left him enough space to shift and free the other arm too. He pushed his forearms against Lewis throat, slowly cutting off his air, until Lewis's face became red and he had to release the smaller boy. Panting, Lewis took advantage of the fact that Ash was still a bit dizzy from the bearhug and applied a full nelson on the boy. However, Ash proved to be difficult to be held, especially since his lean but unexpectedly strong arms were already escaping the hold. So Lewis quickly shifted to a standing rear choke but, much to his surprise, Ash grabbed his forearms. Before Lewis could realize it, he felt himself being lifted and quickly thrown on the mat. Still amazed that such a small boy could perform a toss on him, he felt Ash's legs closing against his neck. Panicking, he tried to claw at them, but Ash caught his arms by the wrists and pulled them as his thighs, strong and defined, were squeezing his neck. Lewis tried freeing his arms and his head, but Ash still squeezing his neck and holding his hands turned on his back and exposed muscle body of his prey to other boys. Lewis pecs and six pack were bumped to maximum in agony but he have no chance to release himself from this hold.  After what seemed to be an eternity, he finally tapped.

"I can't believe it" he said, panting on the mats after being released, as Chad and James were complimenting Ash "How the hell you managed to do that?" "Give me one minute" said Ash. He ran upstairs and, after a couple of minutes, got back dressed in a gi. "I've been practicing BJJ for quite a bit" he said "I got my blue belt last week before Chad came back from university. I mean, I was a bit bored of losing every time I wrestled with my friends..."

"You little... bastard" said Lewis before starting to laugh.

Wrestling story 3 - basement fight

Story by: Hanvall
Drawing by: Gures

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It was a hot summer day. Warren Donovan and his friend and schoolmate Ray Alvarez were training in the little gym in Ray's basement. Warren, a 6'1'' 205 lbs blond stud, was bench pressing about 225 lbs, while Ray was firing kicks at the punching bag. Ray was 5'11'' and weighed 173 lbs which, thanks to his intensive training in wrestling and martial arts, was all muscle.

After lifting, Warren stood up from the bench and flexed his right bicep, telling his dark-haired friend: "Hey Ray, think you can compete with this?"
Ray smirked and said: "Not with that, Warren, but those guns won't help you much if we were on the mat."
"Oh, you think so?"
"Yes."
"Well" said Warren "Let's see it." And he stepped on the mat that Ray used for wrestling training. Ray did the same. Both took off their T-shirts, keeping only their shorts on. Warren was bigger and buffer, but Ray was very defined and had amazing broad shoulders and a six-pack.

Both guys raised their arms for a lock-up. Trusting in his bigger size, Ray thought it would be easy to push Ray down, but soon realized that the other boy was putting up a lot of resistance. He knew Ray was strong, but didn't expect him to be that strong. Suddenly, he managed to sweep Ray's left leg with his foot and make him lose his balance. As they fell on the mat, Warren expected to crush Ray under his body, instead he felt Ray's feet pushing against his abs. Before he could do something, the bigger boy was lifted over Ray and landed with his back on the mat.

Warren got up and locked up again with Ray. After some panting and grunting, Warren managed to push Ray down and tried to grab his legs. The smaller guy, however, expecting such a move, easily dodged Warren's arms and got behind his friend. He quickly circled his chest with his arms. Warren felt Ray's biceps squeezing his sides, as hard as rocks. With a swift move, Ray performed a belly-to-back suplex. Warren landed on his back once again, but this time he didn't manage to get up, because Ray pinned him, sitting on his muscled chest and putting his knees on his arms to keep him from moving. Smiling, Ray flexed his guns and asked: "So, Warren, think you can compete with this?"
Grinning, Warren tried to get up, but Ray was keeping him firmly at his place. "Looks like no" he replied "I'd better stick with football."
Both boys started to laugh.

Wrestling story 2

In the year 140 bcc there were hold 87^th Olympic Games in ancient Greece. For the 30 days whole empire eyes were focused to the Athens stadium where more than 1000 athletes competed in several disciplines. Athletes competed naked as it was natural those days and only males had entrance to podium. Peak of the Games was competition in pankration.  Pankration was form of very hard-core combat sport combined wrestling, grappling and boxing elements not infrequently finished by cripplement of opponent or even death. Match could be finished only by K.O., submitting or death of opponent and wrestler could submit only by displaying of upright finger.

                The day of the final came quickly and finalists were 30 old year Spartan athlete Barrilos and surprise of tournament only 16 years old unknown boy Heracles. Heracles won two weeks ago competition within juniors up to 20 years and he finished all of his opponents till one minute. He was very muscular comparing to his age and his strength was unbelievable like to be gift from the gods and maybe only from fun one of older wrestler invited him to main contest with adults.  But he was for surprise of all people successful also in adult’s category and on his way to final he destroyed several well known fighters. Barrilos was different group. He was born in Sparta and became unbeatable from the day he was 20 years old and he was known as very brutal grappler. Not very often his opponents  left match healthy or alive. He finished on his way to final three opponents by K.O. and two choked to death before they were able to give up.

                Finally the battle for Olympic title had begun. Hunky Heracles stood up in front of his opponent but he couldn’t measure with him.  Barrilos was nearly a head taller to young man with wide shoulders and neck like a bull and broad hairy chest. “It was very wrong decision to enter the main event in your age because you are still young to live tiny tot but you have to pay for this decision” told Barrilos to Heracles by low voice. “I’m here to become Olympic champion whatever … “ Heracles started to speak but before he could finish the sentence Spartan wrestler bended down and threw sand to the eyes of younger stud. Heracles was blinded and Barrilos kicked him straight to the crotch. Heracles fell down in pain to his belly and his giant opponent jumped on his back. He twisted Heracles arms under own body to overlie them by weight of his heavy body to disallow boy to show his fingers to referees as the sign of give- up.  He hugged Heracles head into sleeper and started to throttle his challenger. Heracles was in double pain still continuing from dirty trick of attack of his crotch and choky from sleeper hold. He was losing his breath but he collected all his strength succeeded to lift up his ass and fling off Spartan down.  But before young fighter could recover Barrilos was back on his feet squeezing Heracles in bearhug.  Beefy bad-guy was ripping his opponent in his waist and smaller wrestler was tossed in the pain.  Heracles had only one chance how to escape he attacked Spartan’s eyes and pressed them down. Strength of Barrilos arm’s hug shaded down and Heracles hit him quickly head to head. Bigger wrestler drop boy down and staggered few steps back. Heracles turned profit from this rival’s shattering and with all power struck with fist to Barrilos six pack. Spartan fell with choked scream down to his back and young guy pounced on him and caught him into headlock. But bodies of both grapplers were already sweated and Barrilos head slipped from Heracles lock. Recovered Spartan athlete tried to immediately get up but his opponent captured his legs and wrapped around him to grip one thigh by hands and second thigh squeeze by legs. Spartan was standing astride with wrapped boy around his legs and tried to knock him to his head but he was hitting him only to shoulder because Heracles head was hidden down. Younger fighter tightened by all his power grip of both Spartan’s legs and he broke Barillos in knees. Enlacement bodies of both wrestlers fell turning down to send and Beefy Spartan was captured in Spladle.  Big stud’s ass dangled out the air and during tortured grappler screaming Heracles was slowly bringing Barrlios head nearer and nearer to his own ass.  Audience was in the ecstasy and wanted to see unbeatable Spartan’s gave-up but he brutally dug his nails into Heracles hand and thigh and boy released the hold for a while.  In that time both fighters were near to boundary part of wrestling place inside of is only possible to wrestle and finish your opponent and exhausted Barrilos still trapped by the feet was creeping behind the border to break the match off for minute. Heracles took notice quickly and trapped him from the top around his waist and dragged him back to the center of ring. Muscular Spartan was desperately trying to catch by hands but sand was poring through his fingers and his big heavy body was doing foot mark in the sand how he was becoming more distance from border. Boy was already fully dominating this final match and he drop down his victim to ground and locked him from top by legs around his body and hands around his neck into rear naked choke.  He turned him up to screaming audience and started to choke him. Heracles already saw how Barrilos is slowly raising his hand to give up but at this time he realized how deceitful was all the match from his opponent and that he need to totally humiliate him. He moved under his trapped prey little more up and wrapped his legs around Spartan’s huge biceps and locked Barrilos arms behind of his body to be unable to show upright finger to referees and give this up. He hugged again Barrilos neck and chin and together was choking him and ripping his head down. Barrilos was realizing what is happening and was agonizingly trying stretching all his powerful muscles to release from boy’s legs and hands entrapment but he was fully immobilized and his scream was slowly crossed to grunting to final loosing of breath. His body stopped to fight and Heracles threw him next to him. Young men put passive body on its back and hit several times into center of Spartan’s pecs. Barrilos body came back to live and he started to cough lying on the ground. Heracles stood next to lying former champion and raised his hands up to be awarded by never ending applause. Two other wrestlers had to lift up heavy looser to help him to get out of the scene but his ego was kept there after this humiliation by young unknown boy.

Heracles became unbeatable wrestler for all his life and because his strength was really gift from gods he used it to help Greek people against the evil to become legendary hero.

Wrestling story 1

It was my last year of my carrier in our wrestling team in Malmo. I was 52 years old and I finally decided to leave place to younger wrestlers. The decision was not easy because I was still a very valuable member of the team, this year I had a record of 14 wins and only 2 defeats. I boarded the last match of my career against the heaviest of the possible opponents. It was the 21-year-old Vasil Annikov, who moved last year to Sweden and flew into the local league like a hurricane. Not only he has not been defeated, but he finished all his opponents before a limit. Last year I avoided match with him because of flu, and this year should be a match with him unfortunately last step of my career. I boarded the mat at a time when the score summary between our local team and guests from Stockholm was balanced 10:10. I saw Vasil for the first time and I quickly understood how a young guy could destroy all in the league. He was taking of shirt on the other side of mat and looked like a young Hercules. Broad shoulders, wide chest, bully neck and short blond hair, all this gave him the look between ancient hero and killer. Red tights emphasized his muscular physique. I was at my age still in good shape, I always had strong legs and neck and broad hairy chest, but against this opponent from the Stockholm team I could not even be measured in my best years.

We joined the center mat, firmly shook hands and judge’s whistle began the match. Vasil attacked with immediate pressure and I tried to retreat not to catch me but he managed to hug my waist and I felt how my feet were leaving the mat. I realized that his iron muscles are not just for decoration, but shows his true strength. He was few seconds enjoying me in the bearhug and was broking me in the back and I desperately tried to escape, but his grip was same as if you would be crushed by rock. Young Russian slammed me on the ground and for a moment I found myself on the shoulder. He held me still around my waist and  his sharp chin pushed to my abdominal muscles, but I managed to get to the bridge. I had a strong neck but I did not know how long I can stand before the bridge breaks. But he was too far back, he had to move forward so he could pin me to the ground so I expected that perhaps in this move he frees for a moment painful constriction of my waist. Stockholm grappler really wanted to move forward and he released the hold for a moment and I quickly catch to turn on my stomach. Before I had time to recover my body again abandoned the mat. My head spun and I ended up behind the mat, where I could stay, because this throw finished earlier the first period.

At the beginning of the second round I did everything to defend rapid start and for a while I managed to keep the fight standing up. But then he caught my leg and I was again lying on my belly and tried to prevent turning me on shoulders. We were quite sweltered so It was not so easy to grip and I finally defend any further action. The referee sent us back to the standing position. I saw how the young stud’s pecs were heaving and realized that he also begins to be tired. He was used to determine his matches earlier. I tried to use element of surprise and I quickly attacked my opponent after whistle. He really did not expect it so I took him down to the mat on his stomach. He was too arrogantly convinced of his superiority so instead of defending my grips he immediately began to stand up. I wrapped my hands around one leg and my legs around his second thigh and blew him down to the ground to roll him to the banana split. I tried as much as possible to push his ass into the air and legs to his body thus to pin him to the mat and I saw how he was trying to pick up on his elbows not to lie down on his shoulder. I pulled his legs apart and his groins began to burn in pain. I saw how his face twisted by the pain and he fell down back on the shoulders. Then came the signal. Unfortunately, it was a signal of the end of the second round. At least I moved the match to the third round and gained back some lost confidence.

The third round started carefully from both of us. Our bodies were already too much sweltered so no one was able to hold strongly the opponent. At that moment I was very tired and I lost attention for the moment. Vasil immediately took advantage and lifted me again to bearhug. But I felt he is not already so sure on his feet and also his hug wasn’t so strong like in first round. He was trying to throw me over him but he did not have enough energy and so we both fell down to the mat with me over top and him under me. This was my chance, I quickly wrapped his legs and stuck my ankles to his and got him into the grapevine. He was now in the bridge with locked legs and I held both his hands at the wrist and tried to press both to the ground. But he had still huge power in his arms so I couldn’t push them down and he still stand in the bridge on his head. I spread his legs hold in grapevine apart and again caused him pain in the groin. I felt how strength in his biceps begins to slowly decline and I finally also spread his hands apart to pin his wrists to the ground. I put all weight of my body onto his while I was still squeezing his wrists and legs. He was groining in the pain under me and his bridge was slowly falling to the mat. Referee was lying next to us and watching Russian wrestler shoulders and I was sure he must finish the match now but he signalized to me shoulders of trapped young stud under me still not met the ground. I released wrists of Stockholm grappler and hug his head over the neck by both of my arms to strongly pin his face to my pecs. In the same time while Vasil was tapping out by both his released arms over the mat referee slapped the mat to finish agony of my opponent. I slumped exhausted on a side next to the loser wrestler. The hall sounded full of applause and screaming and I was incredibly proud. I stand up and took his hand to help him to get up and he just limped to the center, where ref for the last time raised my hand above my head.

After that match I worked as a coach assistant for a lot of seasons and I could still watch Vasil’s career. My victory over him was for a long time his last defeat in the league and after he changed citizenship to Swedish he even won for Sweden 2 times World championship.