Angel

by <[email protected]>

Angel is personable, with a very nice sense of humour. As we changed into our wrestling outfits, I learned that she is a professional wrestler. She has even wrestled male pros and won. In very short order, I was to understand how this woman has beaten professional male wrestlers.

Angel stands 5'8" and weighs a solid 165 lbs. Though she is extremely strong, she hasn't a ripped, BB physique. Her gently pretty face belies her ferocious competitive spirit.

We started in a standing position, hands on each other's shoulders. She smiled at me, as if she knew something I didn't. But I outweighed her by 20 pounds and was seven inches taller, so I was fairly sure I could wear her down. We circled, hands on the shoulders. Suddenly, Angel brought her hands under my arms and threw my hands off her shoulders. Quickly, she reached up and grabbed my head. Twisting to the side, Angel clamped my head to her side in a wicked standing headlock.

I was having trouble breathing, her forearm pressing into my throat. She started mocking me, which she continued to do throughout the entire match. She continued choking me as she bent me to my knees. Letting go, she grabbed me from behind and I was suddenly in a half-nelson. She bent my left arm back and twisted as she applied pressure against my neck. I tried submitting, but we had agreed to a "no submission" match.

What was I thinking?

Now she snaked her other arm up and clamped me in a full nelson. I was on my knees, but Angel was still standing. She applied brutal pressure on my neck even as she forced my poor arms higher and higher. The pain was excruciating. She asked the photographer if she was getting good shots. She assured Angel that the pics would be terrific.

Angel held me in this painful full nelson for another minute, my pleading screams falling on deaf ears. At last, she released me and I collapsed to my hands and knees. But there was to be no reprieve for me. Still standing, Angel jammed my head between her extraordinary thighs and began slowly squeezing my head. She yanked my head up by my hair -- I let out a howl -- so that the photographer could get good pics of the pain in my face as Angel clamped me in her standing head scissor.

The woman taking the pictures was excited at the terrific angles she was getting. I could hear myself groaning as Angel squeezed my head tighter and tighter. I was sure I would pass out, when she finally took pity and released me. She joked to the camerawoman that she had been on her feet the entire match.

Angel roughed me up in various holds for several minutes, then reached down and lifted me up up in the air as if I were a feather pillow! She draped me over her powerful shoulders and strutted about the room. She started spinning, and I was sure she couldn't hold me, that she'd have to drop me.

She didn't drop me. No, she slammed me onto the mat. I lay unmoving, trying to gain some strength. Angel was on me immediately, and still standing, got me in an arm-bar. I thought my arm would break.

By this time, I was letting out loud screams of pain. Which had no affect on Angel. She poured it on. Until finally, she knelt, the first time her knees had touched the mat in the match. She clamped my head between her thighs and proceeded to give me a wicked and prolonged head scissor.

I thought my head would pop! Angel at last took pity on her pulverized male foe and released me. It was several minutes before I stopped groaning and moaning.

After the match, I took a grateful shower. Then Angel and I chatted and I left. Though I suffered a brutal pounding, the strange thing is that when I look at the pics I find myself excited and eager to take on Angel again.