Indian female wrestler pins male

tough battle

The squeak of wrestling shoes on the mat echoed through the college gymnasium as Kenji Tanaka, representing the University of California, and Hana Ishikawa, from Pacific State University, circled each other. 

The clock above the mat glowed with the start of the first period of their 152-pound match. Kenji, in his vibrant blue singlet emblazoned with “California” in bold gold lettering, adjusted the red straps of his headgear, his dark eyes focused intently on Hana. 

Across from him, Hana, in a sleek black singlet, her blue headgear with crisp white straps framing her determined face, moved with a coiled energy. 

 The referee’s whistle blew, sharp and decisive. Kenji immediately shot for a low single leg, his body dropping swiftly. Hana anticipated the move, her footwork quick and precise, and she expertly sprawled, her hips dropping heavily to block Kenji’s advance. 

The initial burst of energy from Kenji met Hana’s solid defense, resulting in a brief stalemate where their upper bodies tangled, each wrestler seeking an advantage in the collar and elbow tie-up. Kenji, a sophomore known for his explosive takedowns, wasn’t deterred. 

He shifted his weight, trying to bait Hana into a reaction. He feigned another shot, then used the opportunity to secure a strong collar tie, his knuckles white as he gripped the back of Hana’s neck. Hana, a junior with a reputation for her technical prowess and resilience, responded by working for an underhook on Kenji’s right arm, trying to disrupt his control. 

 They engaged in a battle of hand control, each wrestler trying to dictate the pace and direction of the match. The crowd, a mix of students, faculty, and local wrestling enthusiasts, murmured with anticipation, recognizing the high caliber of the athletes before them. Kenji, with a burst of strength, tried to drive Hana towards the edge of the mat, hoping to score a takedown near the boundary line. 

Hana, however, dug her heels in, her core strong, resisting his push. She used the pressure to her advantage, attempting a quick snap-down, trying to bring Kenji to his knees. Kenji countered, keeping his posture low and wide, preventing the takedown. 

The first minute ticked by, a flurry of calculated movements and strategic positioning. Neither wrestler had managed to gain a significant advantage. Kenji’s expression was one of intense concentration, his brow furrowed slightly. Hana’s face was equally focused, her lips pressed into a thin line, her dark eyes mirroring Kenji’s determination. 

Midway through the period, Hana saw an opening. As Kenji momentarily loosened his collar tie, she shot in for a textbook double leg. Her timing was impeccable, and her drive powerful. Kenji reacted instantly, trying to step back and sprawl, but Hana’s grip was secure around both his legs. 

With a grunt of exertion, she lifted and drove forward, taking Kenji down to the mat with a resounding thud. The crowd erupted in applause. Hana immediately went to work on top, looking to secure back points. She established a strong cross-body ride, her weight heavy on Kenji’s back. 

Kenji, now on his stomach, fought to regain control, trying to bridge and escape. His face was pressed against the mat, and the sound of his strained breathing could be heard in the sudden hush of the gymnasium. Hana, with practiced precision, worked her way towards a half-nelson, her fingers digging deep for the crucial grip. Kenji bucked and twisted, his red headgear sliding slightly on his sweat-soaked hair, but Hana maintained her hold. 

The referee watched closely, his eyes scanning for any sign of a potential pin. The clock ticked down to the end of the first period. Hana had controlled the majority of the mat time and had secured a crucial takedown. 

As the buzzer sounded, Hana released her hold, and both wrestlers stood up, their chests heaving with exertion. Kenji’s expression showed frustration, while Hana maintained a stoic composure, though a hint of satisfaction flickered in her eyes. 

 The second period began with Kenji choosing the down position. He was eager to make up for the lost points. The whistle blew, and Kenji exploded to his feet, attempting a quick stand-up escape. Hana reacted quickly, locking her arms around his waist from behind. Kenji, sensing the danger, fought to keep his feet, his muscles screaming with effort. 

They remained locked in a precarious balance for a moment, the crowd on the edge of their seats, before Kenji managed to wiggle free and scramble back to his feet. 

They were back to neutral, the intensity of the match ratcheting up. Kenji, now with a renewed sense of urgency, initiated the next attack, a powerful sweep single. 

Hana defended well, her footwork agile, but Kenji’s persistence paid off. He managed to lift Hana’s leg and drive her towards the mat, securing his own takedown. 

The score was now even, the momentum swinging back in Kenji’s favor. A guttural yell escaped his lips as he landed on top, relief and determination etched on his face. 

Kenji, known for his aggressive top game, immediately looked to capitalize. He established a tight waist ride, his fingers digging into Hana’s sides. Hana, on her stomach, worked to get her hips underneath her, trying to create space for an escape. 

The grunts and strained breathing of both wrestlers filled the gymnasium. Kenji tried to turn Hana, working for a potential pinning combination, but Hana’s defense was tenacious. She kept her base wide and fought to keep her shoulders off the mat. 

The clock ticked past the three-minute mark of the match. Both wrestlers were showing signs of fatigue, their movements becoming slightly less explosive, but their determination remained unwavering. Sweat glistened on their foreheads and dripped onto the mat. 

Then, in a sudden turn of events, Hana saw her opportunity. As Kenji attempted to adjust his grip, she executed a lightning-fast roll, catching Kenji off guard. In a fluid motion, she reversed the position, ending up on top with Kenji on his back. 

The crowd gasped, realizing the sudden shift in momentum. Hana immediately went for the pin. She secured a tight near-side cradle, trapping Kenji’s arm and head. Kenji’s eyes widened in alarm as he realized the danger he was in. He bucked and bridged with all his might, his face contorted in a desperate effort to escape the pinning predicament. His red headgear was now askew, revealing his sweat-soaked hair. 

The sound of his desperate grunts echoed through the gymnasium. Hana, her blue headgear firmly in place, maintained relentless pressure, her body weight focused on pinning Kenji’s shoulders to the mat. Her jaw was clenched, her eyes locked on the referee. 

The tension in the gymnasium was palpable, the only sounds the strained breathing of the wrestlers and the frantic ticking of the clock. Kenji’s shoulders were dangerously close to the mat. He twisted and squirmed, his muscles burning, but Hana’s grip was unbreakable. 

The referee leaned in, his hand hovering above the mat, his eyes fixed on the contact point. At precisely four minutes and six seconds into the match, with a final, desperate bridge from Kenji that ultimately failed, the referee’s hand slammed down on the mat. 

The sharp thud resonated through the stunned silence of the gymnasium, followed by an explosion of cheers from Hana’s supporters. Hana, with a triumphant yell, released the hold, her chest heaving, a look of exhilaration washing over her face. She stood up quickly, raising her arms in victory as the applause thundered around her. 

Kenji lay on the mat for a moment, his body still, the look on his face a mixture of disbelief and exhaustion. The red straps of his headgear were now twisted, and a sheen of sweat covered his face. He slowly sat up, his shoulders slumped, the reality of the pin sinking in. 

Hana, extending a hand, helped him to his feet, a gesture of respect after a hard-fought battle. The scoreboard flashed, declaring Hana Ishikawa the victor.

Planck vs Avery

Central High vs. St. Joseph's Academy - 152 lbs 

(Announcer 1 - Mike): Alright folks, welcome back to the Central High School gymnasium! The atmosphere here is electric as we move into the heart of our varsity wrestling card. Next up, we have a compelling matchup in the 152-pound weight class. Representing your Central High Golden Eagles, we have the sophomore standout, Luke Torrey! 

(Announcer 2 - Sarah): Luke's been having a solid season, Mike. He's known for his strong takedowns and relentless top game. He’ll be looking to secure a big win on his home mat tonight. 

(Mike): And stepping onto the mat now, representing the St. Joseph's Academy Angels, we have a wrestler who has been turning heads all season long – the talented junior, Avery Planck! Let's give a big round of applause for both these athletes! 

(Sarah): Avery comes in with an impressive record. She’s technically sound and incredibly agile. This promises to be a fantastic contest, Mike. The crowd is definitely buzzing for this one! 

(Mike): You can say that again, Sarah! You can feel the energy in the building. The referee signals for the wrestlers to meet at the center of the mat for the handshake. Both look focused and determined. 

(Sarah): And they're shaking hands. Good sportsmanship on display right away. The ref checks their gear, and we are ready to go! The whistle blows! 

(Mike): And they're in the tie-up immediately, feeling each other out. Torrey is looking to establish control with an underhook, while Planck is staying low and trying to work for a collar tie. (Sarah): Notice the footwork from both wrestlers, Mike. They're constantly moving, looking for an opening. Planck shoots in quickly for a low single leg! 

(Mike): Oh, and Torrey sprawls well! He’s got his hips back and is trying to circle around behind Planck. Good defensive wrestling there from the Central High sophomore. 

(Sarah): But Planck is tenacious! She’s still driving forward, trying to elevate that leg. Torrey is fighting her off, using his weight to stay on top in this scramble. The crowd is already on its feet! 

(Mike): They separate briefly, and we're back to a neutral position. The tension is palpable! Both wrestlers are circling again, looking for their opportunity. 

(Sarah): There’s a quick shot from Torrey this time, a lightning-fast double leg attempt! 

(Mike): And Planck anticipates it beautifully! She steps back, and uses Torrey's momentum against him, nearly getting a takedown of her own! They end up in another stalemate, wrestling on their feet with neither gaining a clear advantage. 

(Sarah): You can see the concentration on both of their faces. They know every point matters in a high school wrestling match. It's a chess match on the mat right now. 

(Mike): Less than a minute left in the first period. Torrey is trying to control Planck's head and neck, looking for a potential headlock opportunity. 

(Sarah): Planck is keeping her head up, not giving him that chance. She’s got good posture and is staying defensively sound. 

(Mike): The clock is ticking down… and the whistle blows to end the first period. No score in the opening frame. A lot of action, but both wrestlers have neutralized each other's attacks so far. 

(Sarah): An exciting first period, Mike! Both wrestlers showed good technique and athleticism. It'll be interesting to see who can make the first breakthrough in the second period. 

(Mike): They're back in the center for the start of the second. Torrey has the choice of position, and he’s elected to start in the down position. 

(Sarah): That's a strategic choice. Torrey will be looking for a quick escape or reversal to get on the scoreboard. Planck now has the advantage of being on top, looking to secure a takedown or work towards a pinning combination. 

(Mike): The whistle blows, and Planck immediately goes to work. She's got a tight waist and ankle control, trying to break Torrey down. 

(Sarah): Torrey is trying to base out and create space, but Planck is relentless with her pressure. She's really digging her hips in. 

(Mike): Oh, and Planck is working towards a cradle! She’s got the near leg trapped and is trying to lock up the head and arm! 

(Sarah): Look at the grip! That looks tight! Torrey is trying to fight it off, but Planck has excellent leverage here. The crowd from St. Joseph’s is going wild! 

(Mike): Torrey is trying to bridge, trying to get out of this dangerous position. But Planck is staying right with him, maintaining that crucial lock. 

(Sarah): You can see the strain on Torrey's face. He knows he’s in trouble here. Planck is squeezing, trying to get those shoulders flat on the mat. 

(Mike): One shoulder… two shoulders! The referee is slapping the mat! It’s over! Avery Planck has pinned Luke Torrey! 

(Sarah): Wow! What a finish! That cradle came on quick and was executed perfectly by Avery Planck. You could see the determination in her eyes as she locked that up. 

(Mike): The official time is 2 minutes and 35 seconds of the second period. A fantastic victory for Avery Planck and the St. Joseph's Academy Angels! The St. Joseph’s fans are absolutely ecstatic! 

(Sarah): And look at the emotion on Avery’s face! That’s a huge win for her, especially on the road against a tough opponent like Luke Torrey. She’s being congratulated by her coaches and teammates, and you can see the pure joy and relief. 

(Mike): On the other side, you can see the disappointment on Luke Torrey’s face. He fought hard, but Planck was just too strong in that exchange. He’ll learn from this and come back stronger in his next match. That’s the nature of wrestling. 

 (Sarah): Absolutely, Mike. It was a hard-fought match, and both wrestlers gave it their all. But tonight belongs to Avery Planck, who secured a decisive victory for St. Joseph’s Academy with that impressive cradle pin. What a moment for her and her team! 

 (Mike): Well said, Sarah. That was a thrilling match here at Central High. We’ll be right back with more wrestling action after a quick break!

win on points

A Japanese wrestler's story of defeat

Journal Entry: October 15, 2023 

Today was a day I’ll never forget—both for the thrill of the match and the taste of unexpected defeat. 

As I step back, the events of the day flood my mind, a mixture of excitement and humility clashing within me like two wrestlers on a mat. 

The sun had barely risen when I made my way to the Waseda university gym, the crisp morning air filled with the scent of autumn leaves. I could smell the wood varnish that lined the wrestling mats, the faint musk of sweat and chalk, all reminders of countless tussles that had graced this arena. 

The gym was alive, bustling with students stretching, chatting, and already breaking a sweat. 

Most of us were buzzing with anticipation, ready to face the fierce team from Senshu University.

However, I never expected my opponent to be an American woman—Sarah, I believe her name was. Tall and strong, she seemed to exude confidence, a daunting sight for anyone who thought wrestling was a male-dominated sport. 

 As we stepped onto the mat, I felt the familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. The rough texture of the mat beneath my feet grounded me, my heart pounding not only from anticipation but sheer determination. 

I had trained hard for this match, watching videos of various wrestling techniques, and had envisioned myself winning against Waseda—against her. 

As the whistle blew, I charged forward, fueled by the conviction that victory was within my grasp. The initial moments of the match were exhilarating. 

I quickly closed the gap, attempting to secure a grip on her arm. But to my surprise, Sarah countered swiftly, twisting out of my reach, her movements agile and deliberate. 

The crowd gasped as she sidestepped my first attempt, her eyes locked onto mine, a spark of challenge dancing in them. 

The scent of the sweating crowd, mixed with the energy in the air, invigorated me for a moment, and I lunged for her again. 

This time, our bodies collided with enough force to knock the wind out of both of us. 

I felt the heat radiating off her skin, her muscles flexed tightly against mine. I was reminded of my own training, days spent pushing past my limits, but she was relentless. 

The way she shifted her weight, the deftness with which she maneuvered around me, was astonishing. My confidence began to waver as she effortlessly took control, flipping me onto my back and pinning my shoulders to the mat. 

I could feel the pressure of her body, the strength in her grip, and for the first time, I realized I had underestimated her. 

As the match continued, my chest burned with exertion. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, the cheers from teammates ringing in my ears. 

I tried various techniques—grappling, a feigned reverse maneuver—but she anticipated my every move. It was humbling; I thought I had mastered my craft, yet here I was struggling against someone I had pre-judged. With each passing minute, a sense of despair began to settle in. 

My muscles screamed for a break, my mind racing with frustration and doubt. I saw the crowd—some rooting for me, others appreciating the skill of my opponent—blurring together as I focused solely on the match. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sarah gained the upper hand. She executed a flawless move, flipping me and securing the pin. 

The whistle blew, signaling my defeat. 

As I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, I felt a cascade of emotions wash over me. Disappointment surged like a tidal wave. I had anticipated standing victorious, yet here I was—a humbled warrior. 

The taste of defeat was bitter, a reminder of the unpredictability of competition. The cheers for Sarah felt distant, almost ethereal, as if they belonged to a different world.

Indian woman defeats two men

Neither man wants to admit defeat. They both try to argue that she didn't pin them. But everyone saw what happened and even the male judges have to admit that she won.

160 pounds - Matyn vs Calder

The gym roared beneath the buzz of halogen lights and the stomp of student-section boots on bleachers. It was dual meet night at State University, and the home team was down by three. 

At 160 pounds, Maya Matyn stepped onto the mat, her warmup jacket slipping off her shoulders to reveal a singlet tight across dense, hard-earned muscle. 

The crowd murmured—some curious, others skeptical. 

Across from her stood Anthony Calder, the visiting team’s junior captain, known for punishing underhooks and a vicious front headlock. He sneered slightly as they met at center. 

The ref blew the whistle. First contact came fast. Anthony snapped her head down with a collar tie and went heavy, trying to assert control early. 

Maya adjusted her stance, low and tight, posting her right hand against his shoulder while circling left. His underhook came next. She blocked it with her elbow, cleared it, and shot for a low single. 

Her shoulder dug behind his knee. He sprawled. Hard. Her forehead scraped the mat. She gritted her teeth, holding the leg tight and circling to finish. He crossfaced her violently. The crowd groaned. 

Still, she clung to the leg, ran the pipe, and brought him to his butt. 

Two points. 

The ref's fingers went up. "Two!" 

She transitioned to a tight waist and ankle ride, trying to break him down. Calder exploded upward. Maya floated with him, keeping hips tight, her right foot slipping in for a spiral ride. 

He tried to roll through. She followed, slipping her left arm under for a bar, and drove him forward onto his chest. He grunted, feet kicking. 

She ran the bar arm tight, perpendicular across his back, adjusted her base, and began to tilt him. The crowd surged. His shoulder blades hovered. He bridged, neck straining. Her chest pressed low into his ribs, controlling his breathing. 

"Short time!" 

Ten seconds left in the first. Maya leaned harder. The ref slapped the mat—no pin. Time. 

Back to neutral for period two. 

Anthony came out fast again, shooting a double. She sprawled, snapped, and spun behind. Another two. The score was 4-0. He escaped quickly: 4-1. Then came a scramble. He faked high, then ducked under for a single. 

Maya whizzered hard, hopping on one leg. He drove, but she sprawled again, twisting into him, hips heavy, chest tight to his back. 

The gym erupted as she hooked both legs in. Legs in meant control. 

Then she went for it. Power half. Her right arm slid under his armpit, hand pushing his head forward. 

Her hips shifted up. She cranked. Calder screamed, twisting, resisting. She kept going. 

Slowly, he rolled to his back. 

Shoulder blades flat. 

The ref dropped. Slap. "Fall!" 

The crowd exploded. 

Maya took a moment to savor her victory, sitting astride Calder and flexing her muscles as he lay on the mat, staring up at her, stunned. 

Maya turned to Calder's teammates and flexed again—biceps sharp and solid. They looked on in horror as their wrestler lay humiliated on the mat. "I hate it when the beat us," one of the wrestlers whispered to his buddy, who nodded in agreement.

Maya's teammates roared, banging the mat. Coach Dempsey pumped a fist. Final score? State up by three. Maya's pin sealed it. 

another guy falls to her

pinned

he took a beating

Female wrestler beats male

totally overwhelmed