Sorority Sisters at War: Diane & Morgan

[Midnightmiss25]

The Sigma Delta basement buzzed with anticipation long before either woman stepped onto the mat.

Pink and pale green streamers hung from the ceiling pipes while folding chairs circled the wrestling space three rows deep, every sorority sister packed shoulder-to-shoulder around the action. Music pounded softly from a speaker somewhere in the corner beneath the louder sounds of chanting, laughter, and the occasional smack of hands against the mat.

"DI-ANE!"
"MOR-GAN!"

The rivalry had been brewing all semester.

Now it was finally happening.

Morgan stepped through the crowd first.

At only 5'3, she gave up several inches to her opponent, but nobody in Sigma Delta overlooked her anymore. Her toned frame looked powerful despite the smaller height, thick thighs flexing beneath pale green compression shorts while a matching sports bra hugged tightly against her chest. Damp red hair was tied high into a messy ponytail already beginning to frizz from the basement heat, and the confident smirk on her lips drew loud whistles from the surrounding sisters.

She rolled her shoulders once before bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet.

Calm.

Loose.

Dangerous.

Then Diane appeared.

The reaction from the room somehow got louder.

At 5'7, Diane carried herself with the kind of confidence that naturally filled space. Her blonde hair spilled from a high ponytail down across one shoulder while her pink sports bra stretched tightly across her chest, the green workout shorts riding high against strong thighs built from months in the campus gym. Sweat already shimmered faintly across her stomach from the heat downstairs, and the second she stepped onto the mat her blue eyes locked directly onto Morgan's.

Neither looked away.

One of the older sisters climbed onto a chair holding a plastic cup overhead.

"Submission only!" she shouted over the noise. "First tap decides next year's president AND the corner suite upstairs!"

The crowd roared instantly.

Morgan slowly cracked her knuckles.

"You ready to lose in front of everybody?"

Diane laughed softly as she stepped closer.

"You've been talking all week. Let's see if you can actually back it up."

The tension between them tightened immediately.

Not hatred.

Something hotter.

Competitive.

Every sister in the basement could feel it.

The two women circled carefully at first, barefoot against the mat while the crowd stomped rhythmically around them. Diane stayed taller, longer reach extended carefully while Morgan crouched lower, moving side to side with quick little feints.

Morgan's eyes drifted briefly downward.

"You definitely picked that top on purpose."

Diane smirked.

"Distracting you already?"

Morgan grinned wider.

"Maybe."

The sisters hollered at that.

Then suddenly Diane surged forward first.

Their bodies collided hard in the center of the mat with an audible smack of skin and fabric. Both women grabbed immediately for control -- forearms straining, hands fighting for wrist control while their bodies pressed tightly together.

"OH SHIT!"

Diane drove forward aggressively, using her height advantage to force Morgan backward step by step. Morgan's sneakers squeaked faintly against the edge of the mat before she dropped her hips lower to stabilize herself.

Chest-to-chest now.

Breathing already mixing.

Morgan laughed breathlessly despite being pushed backward.

"You're stronger than you look."

Diane smirked inches from her face.

"You haven't seen anything yet."

Then Morgan suddenly hooked a leg around Diane's ankle.

The blonde gasped as balance disappeared instantly beneath her.

Both women crashed onto the mat together in a tangled heap while the basement absolutely exploded around them.

Morgan hit the mat hard enough that the breath burst from her chest in a sharp gasp.

The basement reacted instantly.

"OHHHH!"
"DIANE!"

Diane wasted no time capitalizing.

Still breathing heavily from the lift and throw, the blonde scrambled higher across Morgan's body and trapped both of the redhead's wrists against the mat for a brief second. Sweat dripped from Diane's hairline onto Morgan's chest while both women strained violently against each other, muscles trembling from the nonstop pace.

"There," Diane panted. "Finally slowed you down."

Morgan grimaced beneath her for the first time all match, red hair scattered wildly around her flushed face. Her chest rose quickly beneath the tight pale green sports bra while Diane's taller frame pressed down over her.

But Morgan still smirked.

"Little early to celebrate."

Diane rolled her eyes and shifted her weight lower, trying to stabilize control before Morgan could scramble free again. Their thighs tangled awkwardly together while Diane leaned forward chest-to-chest, using every bit of her size advantage now.

"You're staying down this time."

Morgan's eyes flicked upward.

"We'll see."

Diane immediately trapped Morgan's right arm again and stretched it outward while sliding one leg over Morgan's stomach. The hold wasn't fully locked yet, but the pressure already drew a sharp inhale from the smaller woman.

"Aah--"

The surrounding sisters exploded.

"She's got her!"
"Morgan tap!"

Diane's confidence visibly surged hearing that reaction.

Her blonde hair stuck damply against her cheek as she leaned back harder, trying to extend Morgan's arm farther.

"Come on," Diane breathed. "Just admit I'm better."

Morgan's jaw tightened.

The strain finally showed now.

Her abs flexed sharply beneath Diane while her legs kicked lightly against the mat searching for leverage. Diane could feel the resistance weakening little by little and pressed harder.

Morgan hissed softly through her teeth.

"Nngh..."

Diane smiled.

"There it is."

The blonde leaned back farther--

Then Morgan suddenly twisted her hips violently.

Diane's eyes widened immediately as balance disappeared beneath her again. Morgan rolled through the pressure instead of fighting it directly, dragging Diane sideways until both women crashed against the edge of the mat near the screaming crowd.

The sisters nearest them scattered backward shrieking and laughing.

Morgan slipped free.

Barely.

Both women scrambled upward almost simultaneously, breathing ragged now while sweat clung heavily to their bodies and clothing. Diane's pink sports bra had darkened considerably from exertion while Morgan's chest rose and fell sharply beneath her pale green top.

Neither woman looked fresh anymore.

But neither backed down.

The basement chants started again immediately.

"SIG-MA! DEL-TA!"
"SIG-MA! DEL-TA!"

Morgan wiped sweat from her mouth with the back of her wrist and circled carefully now, clearly respecting Diane's strength more than before.

"You almost had me there."

Diane smirked despite her exhaustion.

"Almost?"

Morgan grinned.

"Keyword."

The redhead darted forward again suddenly, but this time Diane expected it.

Their bodies collided hard once more in the center of the mat, foreheads nearly brushing while both women fought aggressively for wrist control. Morgan tried slipping low for another takedown, but Diane widened her base and stuffed it immediately.

"Oh no you don't."

Morgan laughed breathlessly.

"You learn quick."

Diane wrapped both arms around Morgan's waist and hauled her upward slightly before spinning her sharply toward the mat again. Morgan managed to catch herself halfway down, but both women still landed tangled tightly together on their sides.

Now the struggle became slower.

More desperate.

Every movement took effort.

Morgan's thighs wrapped tightly around Diane's waist while Diane hooked an arm behind Morgan's neck, both women breathing directly into each other's faces while trying to gain tiny positional advantages inch by inch.

The crowd noise almost faded beneath the sound of strained breathing and fabric sliding against skin.

Morgan's voice dropped softer now.

"You're seriously strong."

Diane swallowed hard, trying to adjust her grip.

"You're annoyingly hard to finish."

Morgan smirked.

"Good."

Then the redhead suddenly trapped Diane's arm beneath her body and rolled.

Diane gasped loudly as Morgan came up on top once again.

The basement absolutely erupted.

Morgan immediately climbed higher onto Diane's body and wrapped her thighs tightly around the blonde's waist before locking her hands behind Diane's neck.

The pressure came instantly.

"Oh god--"

Diane's back arched slightly beneath her as Morgan squeezed tighter, forcing their bodies flush together while the hold compressed Diane's middle and upper body at the same time.

Morgan's flushed face hovered inches above hers.

"You're fading now," she whispered.

Diane still fought stubbornly beneath her, hands gripping Morgan's sides while trying to pry space open. But her movements looked slower than before.

Heavier.

Morgan noticed too.

And tightened the squeeze.

Diane's body jerked sharply beneath the tightening squeeze.

"Aah-- ngh--"

Morgan stayed glued to her, thighs cinched tightly around Diane's waist while her arms remained locked behind the blonde's neck. Their sweat-slick bodies pressed together almost completely now, every breath shallow and heated between them while the basement crowd screamed loud enough to rattle the walls.

"COME ON MORGAN!"
"DON'T TAP DIANE!"

Diane's hands pushed hard against Morgan's hips trying desperately to create room, but Morgan only adjusted higher and squeezed again.

The pressure was relentless.

Diane's abs tightened visibly beneath her pink sports bra as she tried to sit upward despite the crushing hold. Her face burned red from effort, blonde hair stuck wildly across her cheeks and shoulders while her breathing turned uneven.

Morgan smirked down at her through flushed exhaustion.

"You're getting weaker."

Diane glared upward stubbornly.

"You wish."

But the words came out strained.

Morgan noticed immediately.

"Oh, you're hurting now."

The redhead shifted her weight subtly and Diane gasped sharply as the hold compressed tighter across her ribs and stomach. Several sisters near the front winced sympathetically watching the blonde struggle beneath her.

"Tap her out!"
"Finish it!"

Diane growled softly through clenched teeth and suddenly twisted hard to the side.

Morgan's eyes widened.

The blonde planted one foot against the mat and bridged upward violently, forcing both women rolling sideways together again. Morgan lost full control for the first time in nearly a minute as Diane scrambled desperately onto her knees, dragging Morgan with her.

The basement exploded.

"She's still fighting!"
"OH MY GOD!"

Morgan immediately clung tightly to Diane's upper body from behind, trying to stop the escape before the blonde fully broke free. Diane staggered forward under the weight, both women breathing ragged now while muscles trembled from exhaustion.

Morgan laughed weakly against Diane's shoulder.

"You just don't know when to quit."

Diane reached backward blindly for Morgan's wrists.

"Neither... do you..."

Then Diane suddenly dropped backward without warning.

Morgan yelped as both women crashed onto the mat again -- this time with Diane landing partially on top of her.

The impact knocked Morgan loose just enough.

Diane ripped free instantly.

The blonde rolled away and scrambled upright first, chest heaving violently now while the entire basement erupted into chants of her name again.

Morgan sat up slower this time.

Still smiling.

But breathing much harder now.

Diane pointed downward at her while trying to recover air.

"You're not the only one with tricks."

Morgan wiped damp red hair from her forehead and rose carefully back to her feet.

"No," she admitted. "Guess not."

For a few seconds both women simply circled again.

Slower now.

The early confidence and teasing had melted away beneath exhaustion. Their bodies glistened under the basement lights, sports bras clinging tightly from sweat while their legs looked heavier with every movement.

But the intensity between them had only grown.

Every sister in the room could feel it.

Morgan bounced lightly once on tired legs before motioning Diane forward with two fingers.

"Come finish it then."

Diane smirked despite herself.

"You first."

Then they collided again.

Hard.

This time neither bothered with caution.

Their bodies slammed together chest-to-chest while both immediately fought for dominant grips. Diane shoved Morgan backward aggressively toward the center of the mat, blonde hair flying wildly as she tried to overpower the smaller woman outright.

Morgan absorbed it for several seconds...

Then abruptly dropped lower.

"Oh shit--"

Morgan hooked Diane's leg perfectly.

The blonde lost balance instantly and both women crashed downward again, but Morgan transitioned beautifully through the fall this time. Before Diane could recover, Morgan had already climbed onto her back.

The crowd lost its mind.

"MORGAN!"
"SHE'S GOT HER!"

Diane gasped sharply as Morgan's arm snaked beneath her chin again from behind.

Not fully locked yet--

But close.

Very close.

Diane clawed desperately at Morgan's forearm while trying to rise onto her knees again. Morgan wrapped her legs tightly around Diane's waist from behind, body pressed flush against her back while tightening control inch by inch.

"You're done," Morgan whispered breathlessly into her ear.

Diane shook her head stubbornly.

"Nngh-- no--"

Morgan tightened the body scissors.

Diane cried out softly before biting it back immediately.

The sisters surrounding the mat were nearly screaming nonstop now.

Morgan's flushed face tightened with effort too. She was exhausted herself, arms trembling slightly while maintaining the hold. But unlike Diane...

She still looked composed.

Patient.

Confident.

Diane's resistance slowed little by little beneath her.

Morgan felt it happen.

So did everyone else.

Diane's hands clawed weakly at Morgan's forearm as the redhead tightened herself against her back inch by inch.

The body scissors around her waist had become unbearable now.

Every breath Diane managed to pull in felt smaller than the last, her chest heaving visibly beneath the sweat-soaked pink sports bra while Morgan's thighs flexed tighter around her middle. Their bodies were slick with effort, pressed tightly together in the center of the mat while the Sigma Delta basement shook with screaming voices.

"DON'T TAP!"
"MORGAN'S GOT HER!"

Diane still tried to rise.

Even exhausted beyond reason, she planted trembling palms against the mat and forced herself upward another few inches. Her entire body shook from the strain, blonde hair hanging wildly into her face while Morgan clung stubbornly behind her like a vice.

Morgan's breathing had grown ragged too now.

Her cheeks burned crimson from exertion, red hair plastered to her neck while her arms trembled faintly around Diane's upper body.

But her confidence never faded.

"You're unbelievably stubborn," Morgan whispered breathlessly against Diane's shoulder.

Diane swallowed hard.

"Not... losing..."

Morgan smiled faintly.

"You already are."

Then she squeezed again.

Diane cried out softly before catching herself, abs tightening sharply beneath the pressure around her waist. The blonde sagged forward for a second, her strength visibly draining now while Morgan remained locked tightly behind her.

The crowd sensed it immediately.

The chants grew louder.

Faster.

"MO-RGAN!"
"MO-RGAN!"
"MO-RGAN!"

Diane tried one final desperate movement.

With a strained gasp she pushed hard off the mat and lurched sideways, trying to roll backward and crush Morgan beneath her weight against the canvas. For one brief moment the basement exploded thinking she might actually escape again--

But Morgan adapted instantly.

The smaller woman shifted with the movement smoothly, maintaining control while dragging Diane sideways instead. Both bodies rolled together once before Morgan came up on top this time, never losing the choke-like head control or the crushing grip of her thighs.

Diane hit the mat flat on her back.

Hard.

Morgan immediately sprawled over her.

The blonde gasped sharply as Morgan's chest pressed against hers, red hair falling around both their flushed faces while the redhead trapped Diane tightly beneath her once and for all.

"There you are," Morgan panted softly.

Diane's arms wrapped weakly around Morgan's sides out of instinct more than resistance now. Her body still twitched occasionally beneath the hold, but the explosive strength from earlier was gone.

Completely gone.

Morgan looked down at her for several seconds, chest rising and falling heavily while sweat dripped from her chin onto Diane's shoulder.

"You fought harder than anyone here thought you would."

Diane let out a weak laugh between breaths.

"...You too..."

Morgan smiled at that.

Then she slid one arm beneath Diane's neck and tightened her body scissors one final time.

The effect was immediate.

Diane arched sharply beneath her with a helpless gasp.

"Aahh--!"

Morgan held steady.

Patient.

Relentless.

Diane's hands pushed faintly against Morgan's side before slowing again. Her face burned bright red, lips parted as shaky breaths brushed against Morgan's shoulder while the basement crowd screamed around them.

Morgan lowered her voice near Diane's ear.

"It's over, blonde."

Diane tried to answer.

Nothing came out except another strained breath.

Morgan squeezed tighter.

Diane's body jerked once more beneath her before finally--

TAP TAP TAP.

The basement ERUPTED.

Sisters screamed so loudly it nearly drowned everything else out while Morgan immediately released the pressure and rolled partly off her opponent. Both women remained sprawled across the mat breathing hard, completely drenched in sweat after the exhausting battle.

But only one of them was smiling victoriously.

Morgan slowly pushed herself upright first, chest rising heavily beneath the pale green sports bra while the surrounding sisters chanted her name nonstop.

"MO-RGAN!"
"MO-RGAN!"
"MO-RGAN!"

Diane lay flat on her back for several seconds staring at the basement ceiling trying to recover while her body still trembled faintly from the match.

Morgan finally looked back down at her with a tired grin.

"So..."

Diane laughed weakly despite herself.

"...Yeah. Yeah. You got me."

The redhead offered her a hand.

"President Morgan has a nice ring to it."

Diane rolled her eyes but accepted the help up anyway, their exhausted bodies nearly collapsing into each other as the Sigma Delta sisters swarmed the mat around their new champion.

[Rocko23]

This was superhot. Enjoyed the fight both gals came across well and very hot finish!

[Rocko23]