Michelle

by <[email protected]>

I'd met Michelle four years ago at a party. We spoke for about an hour before I had to leave. But it was long enough for me to learn that not only was this strapping woman obviously a body builder, she was also into wrestling and boxing with men. Naturally, I was immediately intrigued and told her that I loved wrestling women. However, events conspired against us getting together for a match, and we lost track of one another. Until, a few weeks ago, I learned that she was wrestling and boxing out of CAT-9, out in Astoria, in Queens. Right here in NYC!

I called, hoping that she might remember me. She did. I set up an appointment, really looking forward to this. Michelle, who stands 5'10", had told me on the phone that she was no longer at her BB weight of 180. I was very curious to see this "new" Michelle.

When she greeted me at the door, I almost didn't recognize her. Half Black and half Cherokee, Michelle has extraordinary facial features. Dark-skinned with high cheekbones and eyes just slightly angled, she is, quite simply, stunning. However, she is now a leanly muscled 150 lbs. No more 17" calves, 17" biceps, 26" thighs. For the record, I am 6'3" and weigh 180 lbs.

Which is not to say she isn't still very strong. She most definitely is, as I found out over the next hour. But standing there in dark bra and thonged bottoms, Michelle looks as if she's just stepped out of the pages of Elle or Vogue.

We agreed on submission-style and faced off. We circled, grabbing for each other, looking for an advantage. Feeling each other out. Finally, we wrapped arms about one another, spun briefly, then tumbled to the mat. We rolled around, first Michelle on top, then I. I managed to get my arm about her head, but she slipped her leg underneath me and twisted me onto my stomach.

I let go and she rode my back, quickly getting me in a full-nelson. I pushed to my knees, still clamped in the full-nelson. Michelle tumbled onto her back, yanking me atop her. Now she wrapped her legs around my mid-section. I was helpless in a full-nelson and body scissor. I struggled, but realized I was only wearing myself out. I submitted and she let me go. First fall to Michelle.

We chatted some more. Michelle has a wonderful sense of humor and is a terrific storyteller. The breaks were as entertaining in their way as the match.

We faced off. Both of us immediately took the offensive. We spun around in a full 360. I tried to slip under her arms to grab her from behind, but Michelle countered by twisting sideways, slipping her leg behind mine and shoving me. I fell to my knees and Michelle grabbed my neck from behind and squeezed. I was caught in a very painful neck crank. On her feet and behind me, I was utterly helpless as she "cranked" my neck to the side. I wheezed out a submission and fell to my hands and knees. The neck crank is a brutal hold and I stayed on my hands and knees until my breathing was back to normal. Second fall to Michelle.

I looked up at Michelle standing before me, hands planted on her hips, this gorgeous ebony woman with just a faint trace of a smile. She was genuinely enjoying herself. As was I.

I decided that being aggressive wasn't my best bet. I let Michelle take the lead in our third fall. As she grabbed for my head, I relaxed, throwing her off. Then I started to get her in a headlock, but she dropped to her knees, grabbed both my legs and sent me sprawling on my back. With amazing speed, Michelle pinned my hands to the mat. Then she leapt atop me, jamming her knees onto my upper chest. She bounced, and I was once again helpless, now trapped in "the mount". She ground her knees down and I quickly submitted. Like the neck crank, the mount is not a hold to play the macho "never submit" game. Third fall to Michelle.

We took a break, drank water and Michelle told me something of her Cherokee background. Fascinating stuff, fascinating woman.

We continued the match. But by now, the combination of Michelle's superior strength, superior wrestling ability, and superior conditioning, had taken its toll. Fortunately for me, she decided to go easy. First, she worked me into a reverse head-scissor, which she kept me clamped in for several minutes. Then she added a figure4 to the reverse head scissor, and I (truth be told) took great pleasure in the proximity of her gorgeous black buttocks a mere inch from my face.

Lastly, Michelle used those same awesome buttocks to settle atop my face for an extended face-sitting session. Again, who am I to complain? Even though breathing became difficult at moments, she'd then rise briefly, before again settling full weight for another extended period.

Needless to say, I gained no falls. But I had a terrific time. After the match, Michelle mentioned that she'd like to have photos taken of our next match to go up on CAT-9's web site. Fine with me.