Roughmatch.blog

The temperatures climbed into the mid 80's as I saw Scott coming down across the lawn, stripped to his waist. "Hey, Tom!" he called. "You ready for our match?" I said "Oh, hell yeah!" and we both headed for the outdoor mats that lay next to the wrestling barn at Thunder dome. I suddenly realized I wanted to wear a different pair of trunks for our match. "Be right back, Scott!" I dashed to my tent and grabbed my red posing trunks.
Appearing back at the mats, Scott and I began to warm up stretch. "You ready for this, punk?" Scott grinned. "Oh hell, yeah!" I replied. I had seen Scott wrestle numerous times on video and had dreamed of getting him all to myself one day. Well, here was my golden opportunity and I was going to make the best of it.
We stood up and faced off. We hadn't even begun to circle when Scott grabbed me in a side headlock and cranked it hard. "A-HHHHH" I yelled. My outburst didn't seem to affect him at all and he simply hip tossed me to the mat. "You fucker!" I yelled but was cut short when Scott's massive thighs grabbed my neck in an iron grip: the dreaded head scissors for which Scott was extremely notorious. I grabbed his legs with both hands but was completely helpless and defenseless as the sadistic veteran had his way with me.
Squeezing and relaxing, squeezing and relaxing, the punishment continued. "You like that, boy?" Scott said but my ears were trapped between his pythons and I could not hear much of anything.
"I can't hear you, boy!" Scott was starting his humiliation routine, for which he was already well known.
We were both sweating buckets and I finally managed to wriggle out and get to my base. But Scott is a veteran and knows just how take o counter.
Before I could turn around to get him in a hold, he grabbed my face and shoved it deep and hard into his crotch! "Take some of that, Boy!" he snarled.
This was extremely humiliating and I knew I must do something so I bucked and rolled, trying to free myself from Scott's wrath. We had both agreed to meet on these mats prior to my coming East but neither one of us had dreamed it would be this rough.
Then Scott grabbed my arm and put me into a punishing arm bar. "Yeah, that's where my boy belongs!" he growled as he ramped up the pressure. I could do nothing but moan and groan as the pain stabbed into my arm and shoulder. This guy was all business and he meant business on the mats. I was nothing but clay in the hands of this muscled destroyer.
Suddenly, Scott spun around and locked on the dreaded head scissors again. But this time I was directly opposite him: his legs around my head and my legs were dangerously close to his head. All of a sudden, I saw a golden opportunity. Flexing my body while in his tight scissor hold, I managed to lock my thighs around......YES! HIS FUCKING NECK! And I poured it on as hard as I could.
"Take that, you fucker!" I screamed. I couldn't hear anything much as I was also trapped in scissors. But it was the damn double head scissors that I had dreamed about for so many years. I was finally in a head scissor war with the King of Head Scissors. Now it was a battle of endurance to see who would succumb first. First Scott squeezed harder, than I squeezed even harder. He kept his scissors on tight but I wasn't worried. I could still breathe, although my neck was aching from the long powerful....and painful...head scissors.
"You give up yet, Boy?" Scott yelled. "Fuck you!" I yelled back, only to be rewarded with yet another powerful squeeze from those tree trunks legs. "I said, Do you give, boy?" Scott yelled yet again. "I said, Fuck you!" I yelled back, giving Scott's neck yet another powerful and nasty squeeze.
"OK! OK! I give! I fucking g-i-v-v-v-v-e-e-e-e-" Scott screamed.
We both let loose and lay on the mats covered in sweat and both hurting from what we had just done to each other.
Rolling over, I gave Scott a big hug! "Thanks for the match, Scott! You made my day!" I said.
Scott grinned as we helped each other up. "You've got some damn strong legs, Tom!" Scott said.
I could not have been more pleased to receive such a compliment from a veteran. Yes, I had dreamed of wrestling this big star with the powerful legs. And it had happened.
There is more to come. Next July, there will be two men on the mats who will continue the next chapter in the Head Scissors War!