by <[email protected]>
Often, I build up an image of someone through their her voice on the phone. Just as often, I am wrong. As I was with Dimples, a young African-American woman who has just burst on the New York City mixed wrestling scene. From her soft, sweet phone voice, I pictured a fairly petite, almost demure woman. Talk about wrong!
Dimples is a lusty, robust, richly dark-skinned physical speciman. Standing in a sports bra and thonged bottom, she is a very formidable presence. About 5'8", weighing some 170 pounds, with solidly defined biceps and deadly-looking 26-inch muscular quads, Dimples is anything but petite and demure.
We agreed on a submission-style match. Any hold was permissible, to be immediately broken when one or the other tapped out.
We faced off on the mat. I had some seven inches in height on Dimples, and was determined to take advantage of this. I weigh 180 lbs., so there was no weight advantage for either of us. Which isn't the same as there being no strength advantage. As I was to learn over the next hour.
I moved in quickly, offering a feint to her lower body before using my longer reach to grab her in a headlock. I twisted her head against my side and started forcing her to her knees. She resisted, grabbing for my waist, but I pulled away, still gripping her around the neck. Slowly, I forced Dimples to her knees. I dropped next to her, ready to twist her onto her back.
But I couldn't budge the woman. She was planted on her knees and hands. I kept leaning in, using the headlock to force her over. I struggled like this for more than a minute, but Dimples never budged. My arm was beginning to ache from holding Dimples in the headlock. She whispered to me: "I'm not going anyplace."
Finally, I released the headlock and stumbled backwards and stood up. Dimples smiled up at me and arose. I'd had the hold, so why did I feel that Dimples had won a point? We squared off again.
This time, she moved inside immediately, taking away my longer reach. I was forced on the defensive as Dimples slid to my right, flicked her right leg behind my right leg and gave me a wicked elbow to my chest. I toppled over her leg onto my back. Dimples was on top of me before I could react.
She landed squarely on my chest. Grabbing my hands, she slammed them over my head and slithered up my chest until she had both thighs clamped tight around my face. I was helpless in a classic schoolgirl pin. I tried arching my back, but her weight was too much. Dimples smiled down at me and then let out a huge laugh. It echoed around the room. This would not be the last time that she enjoyed herself at my expense. I submitted finally and Dimples popped to her feet.
We faced off again. I was wary. But I didn't want to fight a defensive battle, because I'd be at the mercy of what I now realized was her very superior muscle-power. So I charged in, diving to grab her around the chest. I managed to clasp my hands around her and give a bearhug. I bent backwards as I squeezed, hoping to raise her off the ground. I was ready for her resistance, but Dimples was ahead of me. Instead, she completely relaxed and went limp in my arms. I was thrown off for an ill-fated second.
Dimples reached around and gripped me in a bearhug! We both squeezed. But I was no match for her and I loosened my grip, trying to swivle free. No chance. Dimples spun me around and grabbed my neck in a half-nelson as she yanked my arm and jammed it high up behind my back. Damn, but it hurt!
I was utterly trapped. Dimples kept me in the half-nelson and brought me to my knees. Now she shoved me face down on the mat and put me in a full-nelson. She tightened her fingers and ground my face into the mat. The pain was excrutiating and I yelled out a submission. Before letting me up, Dimples let out one of her lughs of triumph.
I asked for a rest. Dimples got me a bottle of ice cold water and we chatted for a bit. She's a bright, articulate woman. I found myself quite taken with her.
The rest over, Dimples suggested we start off on our knees. I was glad since I realized that I was in for a terrible thrashing at this young woman's very capable hands. Standing or kneeling, the end result was going to be the same.
Dimples dove straight at me and slammed me onto my back. I futilely tried defending myself, but she easily flipped me onto my stomach. And proceded to put me into a wicked camel clutch. She planted her full weight midway on my back and yanked both my arms up and trapped them atop her thighs. Now she clamped one hand under my chin and the other on my forehead and started lifting my head. Slowly, my upper back bent as Dimples pulled my head higher and higher. I thought I was going to literally snap in two. I barely managed to wheeze out a submission.
Dimples rolled off me and I lay on my belly for several moments. She was solicitous and massaged my back. She gave me my water bottle and I drank half of it. I asked Dimples how much time was left and she laughed that wonderful raucous luagh and said 35 minutes.
Impossible, I thought.
Finally, we went at it again. With the same result. Dimples put me in an expert boston crab, with my lower back now bending up at an impossible angle. She also got me in a surfboard, one foot on my back, both my arms bent back and straight up.
By the last 15 minutes, Dimples toyed with me. A prolonged face sit in which her full weight prevented me from verbally submitting, and since my arms were pinned against my sides by her thighs, I was unable to tap out. I was unable to breathe and kicked up my legs in desperation. Dimples simply grabbed my ankles, bent me double by securing my legs under her elbows, and let out another laugh. I knew I would pass out in seconds, when she abruptly let me go.
As I gasped for air, Dimples dropped on top of me and gripped my poor head in a reverse head scissor. She squeezed, even as I still kept trying to fill my lungs. Then she snaked her right calf behind my head. I was helpless in a figure-4 reverse head scissor. She used her calf to jam my head into her lucious rear cheeks, even as her muscular thighs continued squeezing my head.
She arched her back and looked at my trapped face pressed against her thonged buttocks. "Hey, you're enjoying yourself!" My eyes must have signaled I was, because she laughed and jammed my face tighter against her butt. "That's alright. You've earned it, William."
Thus the match ended. Not before Dimples erupted with another of her delightful exuberant lughs of complete female triumph.