A Session with Monica

Surprisingly, in view of my lack of wrestling experience, I succeeded in applying the first firm hold, a downward neck lock, and I then attempted to flip her over, with the intention of either straddling her or securing a body scissors.  However, she resisted being flipped and, despite the strength of my grip, methodically began to prise apart my fingers.  She took some time to succeed in doing this but eventually forced herself free and applied a neck hold of her own.  Although it was already clear she was very strong, I was able to force myself free, but in the process I slipped face down flat on the floor, providing her with the opportunity to sit astride me and apply an extremely violent hold combining a head clutch with a neck wrench.  Such was her power that I was totally unable to dislodge her from me or do anything to alleviate the pain as my head was almost torn from my neck.  I was forced to submit.

The second round began with my throwing Monica onto her side but then accidentally falling sideways onto her, resulting in a loud popping sound as one of my ribs, with which I've had trouble in the past, was either fractured or displaced (it later turned out to have been broken).  It was painful but only restricted movement on the left side of my torso and was never thereafter a factor in the fight, perhaps because Monica is essentially a 'head-hunter' type of wrestler and rarely directs her attacks against any other part of her opponent unless it is to provide leverage for a head hold.

Upon re-starting, I think I surprised Monica by again applying a downward neck lock and then grabbing hold of one of her legs and quickly flipping her over in what for her was a forward somersault.  I flipped over with her, maintaining my grips on her neck and leg. My advantage was increased by the fact that we finished up wedged against a side of the room, limiting her range of movement and enabling me to manoeuvre the lower parts of my legs underneath her head, in readiness to apply a full head scissors.  She guessed what I I intended but made the mistake of edging herself away from the corner of the room, in an effort  to provide herself with a greater range of options for release and counter-attack.  However, this proved her undoing, since I then had the space and leverage I needed to  apply a full-blooded head scissors from which there could be no possible escape.  The pressure must have been crippling and yet it was several seconds before she could take no more and had finally to submit, showing what a tough cookie she is.

After suffering this setback, it was to be expected that Monica would seek to exact swift revenge, which is what she did.  Again I managed to apply a downward headlock, but she easily threw this off and I once again found myself face downward flat on the floor, with her firmly astride me.  Almost instantly, she had applied that murderous head clutch and wrench hold and I was again forced to yield.

At the beginning of the fourth rond, I decided to use my considerable weight advantage to push Monica back, finding that she was surprisingly vulnerable when on the retreat.  I threw myself on top of her and we landed on a sofa, where I was easily able to pin her.  Since we were no longer on the floor, I suppose she could have claimed a technical foul, but she accepted the count without demur.  My success in pushing her backwards led me to be thereafter tempted to lower my point of attack and go for her stomach and legs, but I had an uneasy feeling that this was what she trying to lure me into doing and that some trap would be sprung upon me. In the event, I was never able to summon up the courage to adopt this tactic.

Round five was a brief and quite violent affair, ending with my again being firmly held face downwards, with Monica wrapped around me with such force that there was no hope of dislodging her.  By now I knew what was coming, but I was too inexperienced to protect my head in the way that I should.  That fearful head grip was again locked on and, although I tried to withstand the pain, Monica made it quite plain that she was prepared to increase my agony to whatever level was necessary to force my submission. I signalled surrender and she was now 3-2 ahead.

By the sixth round, I knew I could easily pin Monica if I could get her on her back, but getting her into that position was never going to be easy.  She was skilled at always going down onto the floor in a sideways or curled-up position and was always able to anticipate and ward off any attempts on my part to set up body scissor holds.  She was now also alert to the power of my head scissors and I could never again quite get my legs properly secured around her head.  To be truthful, I was now rather frightened of again being submitted to that vice-like grip on my head , which I think she sensed.  I did manage to get a reasonable clutch hold of my own on her, but we were in a sideways position and I just could not get my legs around her body, which might have given me the necessary leverage to subdue her and force a submission.  Instead, she wrestled her way back into a position of supremacy and yet again flattened me face downward, whereupon the dreaded head grip was applied with even greater force than previously.  My head was almost bursting when I begged her to stop.

Round seven was the most violent, interesting and controversial of all.  It began with Monica and myself gripped tightly together, both jockeying for position, and with a massive sense of relief I now started to feel her sweating and hear her breathing heavily.  This at least encouraged me to think that she might be tiring at the same rate as myself and that greater opportunities might arise for me to subdue or pin her.  However, she seized me in a side head chancery and slammed me to the floor, though this time on my back.  She relentlessly increased the pressure of the chancery hold, apparently under the impression that this would be sufficient to again force me to yield.  However, I was able to take the pain, despite the fact that Monica had also now locked my right arm between her thighs.  Eventually we both realised that for her to finish me, she was going to have to get her right leg over my chest, in order to straddle me and go for a pin.  Since she was sideways on from me, I held my left hand against the small of her back, since I knew that this should provide me with some warning of when she was about to make her move.

At this point, with my head firmly locked, one of her knuckles became firmly embedded in the socket of my right eye and I indicated this fact to her.  In the cause of fair play, I allowed her to resume her hold after she had re-positioned her knuckles, but another one firmly rammed itself into my eye socket.  I again signalled and she again re-positioned her fingers, while I relaxed in order to allow her to regain her position.  However, she promptly took undue advantage of this relaxation on my part by quickly swinging her right leg over my torso and sitting tightly astride my chest, with the chancery hold still firmly locked on.

Although far lighter than myself, Monica was like a limpet whenever she was astride me and I barely had sufficient energy remaining to move her, let alone shake her off.  However, she miscalculated that she would have the strength to pin me and she edged herself slowly forward until, straddling my upper chest and lower part of my face, she managed to trap my extended arms  under her knees.  However, she was never even able to start a count before I would with ease lift one or other of my shoulders off the mat, causing me to be foolish enough to imagine I might have at least secured a stalemate position.  However, Monica then changed her strategy and locked on the now familiar, excruciating head hold, though this time from the front and with greater violence than ever.  To add to my agonies, she rammed my face hard into her torso, causing me to gasp that my breathing was being obstructed.  She refused to accept this, reasonably enough making the point that if I wasn't able to breathe I wouldn't be able to speak, and she then viciously set about my poor head in a manner that suggested she was if necessary quite prepared to sever it from my neck.

I was now conscious (even though rapidly lapsing into semi-consciousness) that I was being soundly beaten up while totally unable to defend myself or offer any kind of counter-attack.  It was clear that Monica was prepared to carry on and indeed increase my suffering, and my head felt as though it were being pulverised with a hammer.  Fearing complete personal annihilation, I  submitted.  It was now 5-2 to Monica.

The eighth round was also interesting in that it marked the first occasion on which Monica really managed to bring her legs into play.  On a number of occasions during the fight she had endeavoured to manoeuvre my legs into a position from which she could apply a grapevine hold, but she was never able to manage this.  The round had in fact been fairly even when she suddenly moved like lightning to trap me in a head scissors.  I was taken by surprise but fortunately my head was wedged between Monica's legs at points only just above her knees, where she could not exert her full power.  I struggled desperately to keep her knees apart but she deftly grabbed hold of my right arm and applied a beautifully executed straight arm lever, held solidly against the elbow joint.  As painful as this was, I figured that it's principal aim was to draw my head higher up between Monica's thighs, where she could apply far greater pressure and finish me off at will.

In my frantic efforts to get loose, I tried unsuccessfully to get my own legs around her head, but she was alert to this and evaded the move with ease.  I then somehow managed to turn her over on her back so that I was on top of her, albeit with my head still trapped between her legs.  She continued to hold me tightly but could still not find the means of bringing her upper thighs into action.  However, she did suddenly twist her entire body violently sideways, in the classic neckbreaker move, providing me with a grim vision of what might have been my fate had she indeed been able to get her upper thighs around my head.  With a final frantic effort I at last managed to pull my head clear of her legs, but I was utterly spent and was powerless to resist her cat-like leap upon my back and being yet again slammed face downwards to the floor.  It goes without saying that the brutal head clutch and wrench was then immediately applied and I was forced to endure further agony before having to submit.

Being 6-2 ahead and with only five minutes remaining, Monica may have relaxed, since the final round of the fight went entirely my way.  I managed to force her down onto all fours and then climb on top of her, my far greater weight being sufficient to flatten her and enable me to apply a clutch hold of my own while unsuccessfully trying to apply a body scissors.  She was unable to move from this position and I gradually moved her around onto her back and smothered her upper torso, in an attempt to secure a pin.  Even then I had to be careful, since she very quickly raised her legs in the hope of trapping my head in a scissors hold.  This time, however, it was my turn to be in control and I was comfortably able to smother her head and upper body until she was well and truly pinned.  The final result of the fight, therefore, was a 6-3 victory for Monica.

Looking back, I can see that I was soundly beaten by a very strong and fit young woman.  Monica, who was charming after the fight, complimented me on having such strong muscles in my neck, causing me to ponder on just what damage I might have sustained had those muscles not been so strong.  In setting up the match, I had asked that she should not take it easy on me, despite my lack of wrestling experience, and she had duly dished out some real punishment.  The broken rib was not her doing and I still contest the legitimacy of the submission in round seven, since I am sure she would not have succeeded in straddling my chest had she not 'jumped the gun'.  However, I guess my pin in round two was also questionable.

Although Monica also provides "Fantasy" wrestling sessions, this is not my scene, my interest being in testing my limits of fitness and endurance in a clean, hard fight.  Monica was absolutely tremendous in this respect and I have no hesitation in recommending her thoroughly.  She is, as I have said, a committed and ferocious 'head-hunter', and any man who is looking for a serious battle with her had better ensure that his neck and shoulder muscles are up to it and that he is prepared to endure a great deal of pain in those areas.  She is a skilful wrestler, but when she sees a submission opportunity she is utterly ruthless and chances of escape are minimal.  Nevertheless, she is a very fair fighter, a most hospitable hostess and a delightful personality.

Despite the mauling I received, I believe I can defeat Monica on a future occasion if I make better use of my weight advantage, maintain closer body contact (depriving her of space) and focus mt own attacks on her shoulders and upper torso.  When I next fight her, I hope also to have worked out means of protecting my head from that agonising clutch and wrench grip, although I doubt that I will ever have the strength to throw her off once she has succeeded in climbing on top of me.  I think she would only ever be capable of pinning me if every bit of energy has been drained from my body, and I can stand her head scissors hold provided that it is not locked on at the level of her upper thighs.  I am realistic enough to know that I'm never going to be able to last a full hour with her without falling victim to her attacks upon my head on at least a couple of occasions, but I really do think I can pin her sufficient times to even things up and perhaps even defeat her.

Monica is a really great girl and it was a pleasure to have had the session with her, even if my neck seemed after the fight to have extended by an inch or two.  She could 'market' herself better, perhaps by using her full name and establishing an E-mail connection and website, but she is still young and can develop her self-promotional skills as she progresses further.