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Battle of The Sexes

bySamuelx©

Nothing gives me a sexual high as great as the one I get when I am competing against people, whether men or women. This may sound strange, especially coming from a man. Not just any man. I'm a six-foot-two, broad-shouldered, heavily muscled Black stud. I'm the kind of guy who doesn't take crap from anybody and I don't mind showing people what I've got. I've always been that way. I don't take bull from any man or woman. It's just not my style. I'd rather get locked up than let someone mess with me and get away with it. You've got to keep your self-respect. I am somewhat pugnacious. There are many reasons why. The world is quite hostile to Black males. It's also hostile to anybody who's out of the ordinary. Like me. I was a bisexual Black man leading a closeted life in America. I lived in a world which feared and hated me. I was the youngest of four boys, raised by a single father. I didn't have anything handed to me. Everything I've got, I've had to fight for. I learned very quickly how to defend myself against anyone who got in my way. Mercilessly.

It wasn't easy being a ninth grader and weighing two hundred and forty pounds. I was only about five feet eleven inches tall when I started high school. By the time I turned eighteen during my senior year, I had reached six feet two inches in height. I loved contact sports. Football is by all means my favorite sport. Still, this story isn't about football. It's about the time when I stepped forward to represent the men's side in this ongoing battle of the sexes. Don't kid yourselves, it's always going on around you. It's been going on for centuries. Men and women have always struggled against one another for power. The things I see happening to my fellow men in America really make me sad sometimes. I see women making false allegations of rape against innocent men and getting those men locked up for crimes they didn't commit. I see women making false claims of sexual harassment in order to win big settlements from the companies they work and also humiliate some man toward whom they directed their vindictive feelings. It's everywhere you look, man. Seriously.

Turn your television on and you will notice that men are often made to look like fools on television. That's why I hate shows like Everybody Loves Raymond. It's painful to watch, a man allowing himself to be humiliated like this on a daily basis. Personally, I would have left my wife if she treated me the way Raymond let his wife treat him on that show. Of course, I'm not stupid enough to get married in the first place. Marriage may sound like a good thing for you when you're in love, but don't fall for it. It's a trap. It's a trap set by society to trap men. Especially American society. If you want any proof, just go to divorce court. Most of the time, it's the wife who wants the divorce. The husband is usually caught by surprise. Sleazy lawyers usually work against the hubby and the wife ends up with the car, the house and the kids. Why would any modern American male want to get married? It's a trap. Unless they changed divorce laws and made them less biased against men, there's no way in hell I'm ever going to get married. Besides, I like my freedom. I love to travel and go anywhere I want to go. If I feel like being with a girl, I can do that and enjoy it for what it is, then it's over. Dating sounds fine to me, unless you're going out with a high maintenance chick. Then, it's a bore. The single life works fine for me, thank you very much.

There are plenty more examples of what I consider to be the inequities between men and women. You always hear women complaining about their rights. Why? They can vote. They get more protection under the law than men do. Some of them make more money than we do. Yet they still complain. Bitches, the whole lot of them. Call me whatever you want to call me, you know it's true. It's a sad world we live in, people. Look at any college. You will notice that there are more female students than male students. Why? Simply because someone very clever has manipulated the education system so that it works against boys while favoring girls. How else would you explain why so many male students drop out of high school and college? The laws of this country are so biased against men that I find them outright scary. Take cases of domestic disputes for example. If there's a dispute between a man and a woman living together, and a cop shows up, guess what happens. The cop is automatically going to assume that the man is the aggressor, the violent one, the troublemaker. He's going to assume that the woman is the victim. I've known plenty of violent women in my day. Some women are a lot more violent than most men will ever be. They are more violent than men, and they also get away with it. The courts love to let female criminals go. That's why I despise politically-correct prosecutors, judges and juries. Why? I'm going to give you an example.

Let's say there's this guy named Adam. Adam is routinely abused by his girlfriend Melanie. She abuses him verbally, calls him names, makes him feel worthless. Also, she hits him. All the damn time. Let's say that one day he gets fed up and hits her back. Everybody looks at Adam like he's a monster. They want to lock him up. Why? Simply because he was defending himself. Imagine if the story went like this. A chick named Vanessa is verbally and physically abused by her boyfriend James. One day, Vanessa kills James in his sleep. No jury in the land will convict Vanessa, even though she committed murder. See how biased the system is? Man, scary, isn't it? Unfortunately, it's all true.

I've always been aware of these things. I'm quite passionate about men's issues. I dedicate myself to representing the male side of gender issues to the best of my ability. I was the first Black male valedictorian of my high school. Usually, valedictorians are females. Not this time. I'm very smart and I put it to good use. I received an acceptance letter from just about every college I applied to. I chose Boston University. I went there on a full scholarship. I was determined to remain at the top of my class, at all times. I loved academia. I always have. My father was a teacher, you know. Sometimes, I missed playing football but my grades mattered to me a whole lot more.

What powers could have brought me back to the world of sports? One day, I read a story while online. Something about a female wrestler winning second place in the men's division. This amazed me. This chick had beaten a lot of guys to get to one of the top spots in the world of wrestling. Now, I know a lot of women are a lot more cunning and devious than men. Also, some of them are smarter. That's fine. Men are stronger than women. I don't care what you say. In a test of strength, the man should be the winner. This bothered me. I had nothing against female athletes, I simply thought men and women shouldn't be on the same teams. Separate but equal would work fine for me. Having a female champion in a man's sport was unacceptable to me. You may call me a misogynist, but I was determined to do something about that. Let women succeed in women's sports. I wasn't going to stand by while they took our titles away from us, in our own sports. What do you think I did? I went to the athletic department and tried out for wrestling. I made the team.

I thought the sport of wrestling was tough but it was a whole lot tougher than I thought it would be. I met coach George and the other guys on the team. All of them were great athletes from schools around the nation. I was on the heavyweight division. I weighed exactly two hundred and forty pounds. Coach decided that I would compete in the two hundred and thirty five pounds weight class. That suited me just fine. So, I started to come to practice. It was grueling. My sparring partner was Luke, a big and tall red-haired, green-eyed guy from Ohio. He was a state champion in his home state. I was impressed. We worked out together all the time and became friends. Luke showed me some of the key techniques of wrestling. I had always been strong. I'm not kidding you. I've been able to lift three hundred and twenty pounds ever since I was in the ninth grade. These days, I could lift around three hundred and forty if I really pushed myself. Strength is a great advantage in wrestling but it's not everything. Technique and speed often meant victory or defeat in a match. I was determined to win at any cost. I learned the techniques. I practiced hard in the gym. I adapted to the strict diet of the wrestlers. With grim determination, I set out to become a champion.

Our first match was against the wrestling team of UMass Boston. The match would take place at the state school's gym. We went there, proudly striding in our school colors. The team from UMass was a bit of a surprise. There were two female wrestlers on the team. This surprised a lot of my fellow athletes, but this didn't surprise me. I had been expecting it. I track down news about female wrestlers in my computer at home. I had watched videos of female wrestlers and seen their pictures. I knew of the matches sanctioned by the United States Girl's Wrestling Association. The USGWA created all-female wrestling competitions. Usually, those girls came from schools all over the nation. Some of these girls were on men's teams, others were on all-female teams. I knew the big names in the world of women's wrestling. So it was no surprise to me when I saw two females on the men's wrestling team of the University of Massachusetts. In fact, I must say that I had been looking forward to it.

Our team went up against theirs. Mike Harold from Boston University went up against Lincoln Travis of UMass in a 120-pound match. I watched the two of them going at it. Mike Harold was a tall, slim guy. Travis was a bit shorter and more muscular. I watched them grapple on the mat. I saw them move around. I watched their movements. Mike Harold pinned his opponent in one minute twenty seconds. The gym exploded as people applauded. Mike went back to his seat. Many of us nodded respectfully. There were a couple more matches going on. On our side, Michael Jenkins went to face Luther Atkins of UMass in a 189-pound match. Jenkins defeated Atkins by technical fall in sixty seconds flat. I smiled. We had some good wrestlers this year. The next match was in the 215-pound class. From our team, Nicolas Stephens went to face the wrestler from the other team. I watched as the UMass wrestler stepped onto the mat. It was a girl. This surprised me. There are plenty of women who wrestle on men's teams but these females are usually in the lower weight classes, like anywhere from 95 pounds to 130 pounds. It's rare to see a female in the heavier classes. They don't do well in them either. My heart was racing as Emma Vaughn of UMass squared off against Nicolas Stephens. I watched them move around. They grappled. My eyes were riveted as the match dragged on for two minutes, then went into overtime. Nicolas Stephens won his match, but not by pin or technical fall. He won by means of an escape. I watched as Emma Vaughn shook hands with her opponent before returning to her seat.

I couldn't believe it. This girl had actually taken a heavyweight male wrestler into overtime. Obviously, females were stronger than I thought. Even in the heavier weight classes. Beside me, Luke gently touched my shoulder. I looked at our team captain, the beefy redhead. He grinned at me. I smiled back. Our team had won. We were going home happy. I wasn't happy. I was actually worried. These females were pretty damn good. I had underestimated them when I thought they could only do well in the lower weight classes. I wasn't going to underestimate them again. That night when I went home, I checked out Emma Vaughn's stats online. She was a wrestler from Norton, Alaska. A tall young Irish American woman. She was the daughter of Matthew Vaughn, a famous wrestling coach from Alaska. I knew from reading stories about female wrestlers that some of the best among them were coached by their fathers. She had been wrestling ever since she was a child. She won third place in a regional championship when she was in the tenth grade, then she finished second place in the 189-pound weight class at a wrestling championship tournament during her senior year. This girl rarely lost matches. Apparently, she'd beaten a lot of male wrestlers during her career. I needed to watch out for her, and others like her. They were a threat.

I continued with my life. I maintained my five-point-zero average. It wasn't hard. College was very easy. Yet academic achievement no longer held my interest. I was obsessed with wrestling. When I wasn't in the gym working out and lifting weights, I was practicing wrestling moves with male friends of mine. I wanted to have an edge over any wrestler I would face on the mat, male or female. I was strong. That didn't count for too much, especially against female wrestlers. Male wrestlers are stronger than most female wrestlers but some still lose to the girls. The girl wrestlers usually have more technique than their male counterparts. It's their way of compensating for lack of brute strength. I decided to enhance my training. I needed to become a ruthless, destructive fighting machine. Yet I wasn't there. I wasn't the kind of athlete that I wanted to be.

Coach George sensed that in me. We had some words. He was curious as to why a guy like me was on the wrestling team. Most student athletes weren't academic luminaries. Some were pretty decent, though. I told him that I wanted to become the damn best wrestler in history. So far, I had yet to face anybody on the mat in an official match. I wanted very much to fight someone. I had all this pumped-up energy inside me and basically nowhere to put it. It can be very frustrating, if you know what I mean. Coach George paired me up with Arthur Leland. Arthur Leland was the assistant coach. He was also a master of martial arts. I met the man and he was alright. He told me that if I was willing to learn, he was willing to teach me. I couldn't believe my luck. This guy was a national champion in wrestling and a Karate and Judo champion. With him teaching me, no one could get in my way. The wrestlers of this world wouldn't know what hit them. I thought it was going to be easy. I was wrong.

To be continued.

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