Roughmatch.blog

Neil and I agreed to meet to wrestle in a hotel and set it up for an all-night stay to allow for more action after hours, if desired. Neil was just my opposite: where I am ready to get it on and go for it, he is much more relaxed and shy. To ease his nervousness, I just sat and listened to him talk about his fears, his unknowns, and his concerns. We also laid down some limits for our match. Then we stripped down and got on our knees.

I knew I had my hands full as he had a 50-lb weight advantage. We struggled briefly and then I had him on his back. He squirmed and twisted but I easily held him down. I was going for the pin when suddenly he rolled me and now I was on my back. All 230 lbs were pressing down on my midsection and I was desperately trying to breathe. I was surprised at his agility: he spun around and locked his thighs around my neck in a dreaded head scissors. AND STARTED SQUEEZING!

I was in agony. I bucked. I thrashed. I kicked. I struggled. I did every damn thing a wrestler does to escape the lethal thighs that now bound me from either side. After I struggled in vain, I knew the only way out was to tap. So it was now 1- 0, Neil.

We started Round 2 on our feet and suddenly I was in the tightest, most painful bear hug I had ever been in. I have a wrestling buddy in New Mexico who likes to trade bear hugs with me in brutal contests when we meet. But this was nothing like that. Neil actually picked me up 6" off the damn floor and continued to squeeze.

"OK, I give! I give!" He dropped me and we both went to our knees. Getting behind me, Neil slapped on a nasty sleeper hold (actually a rear naked choke). As he squeezed, he taunted me, "You know, I had karate training a few years ago and know how to put guys out!" Tighter and tighter he squeezed. I was beginning to black out. But before I could, he released the hold and pushed me roughly to the mats.

"You gonna mess with me, you're going to feel it!" he growled. I was too dazed to care.

Later on, that night, he woke up and we wrestled in the bed and again he slapped on the sleeper hold. This time he put me out for real and I got hard as a rock.

The night ended and too soon we had to pack up to leave. The victory goes to Neil but at the same time we were very evenly matched and had a glorious time. The picture above was taken when I was put into Neil's sleeper hold for real.