A Second Session with Monica

We met at her apartment and Monica complained that she had injured a shoulder in a previous match and that we should not therefore get too rough, which in view of what was to follow now sounds like a bit of a joke.  She stripped down to a black and white bikini and the power of her limbs, her legs in particular, was again evident.  In some of our previous fights I had suffered considerably as a result of my head or neck being wedged firmly between those legs and then systematically wrenched and crushed.  I was therefore determined to street well clear of them on this occasion.

We began each round from the usual kneeling position and Monica made her customary slow start, which unfortunately induces me to try too hard from the outset and exhaust myself at far too early a stage.  I immediately seized her in a downward headlock and with the other hand tried to grab her legs and flip her over, as I had succeeded in doing on the very first occasion on which we had fought.  However, she was having none of this and I eventually had to settle for wrestling her to the floor and trying to get sufficient leverage on the headlock to force her to submit.  I eventually managed to manoeuvre her into a corner, where I´m more effective than in open space, and was able to inflict some punishment to her head and neck without encountering too much resistance.  I concentrated on forcing her jaw upwards and maintaining a lot of pressure to her neck, which eventually caused her to signal submission.  I was feeling pretty confident at this point and was 1-0 up.

The second submission also went my way and by much the same means.  Since I knew that later on the tables would be likely to be turned, I made a point of really ramming her face into the mat and applying as much of my weight as possible to her head, in an effort to weaken her.  At one point I literally bounced my chest on her head and she protested that this was dangerous, so I never again attempted such a move.  When she finally signalled surrender I was starting to breathe heavily but was feeling very confident indeed.  I was 2-0 up.

At the re-start I immediately succeeded in getting both of my hands around Monica´s head and forcing it to the floor, where I wedged it firmly between my knees and began the process of trying to get the grip upon the head I would need in order to be able to roll her over and apply the full head-scissors. She still seemed a little listless and I was encountering considerably less resistance than I had anticipated, with the result that I was eventually able to take the risk of rolling her over sideways and getting the maximum leverage for the head-scissors.  Once again she surrendered and I was now 3-0 up.  However, I was now starting to get tired and Monica was scarcely breathing, which proved the key to what was to follow.

The fourth round also seemed to be going my way when I again succeeded in applying a headlock to Monica.  However, she now resisted fully and after a duel of strength on the floor  managed to hurl me onto my back and apply a vicious headlock of her own.  However, the headlock was not on this occasion to be the main problem, since she had also succeeded in locking my right arm between her thighs and getting the perfect leverage to apply painful pressure against the elbow joint.  To be honest I think this surprised her as much as it surprised me, since Monica is an out-and-out headhunter who invariably focuses all of her aggression and power to inflicting as much punishment as possible to her opponent´s head and neck.  Looking back, I think I made a big mistake in indicating to Monica the extent of pain being caused by the armhold since she started to increase the leverage against the elbow joint and to laugh at my agonised groans.  As lovely a lady as she is, she clearly relishes the punishment she is inflicting, as was evidenced by the fact that she maintained the hold for several seconds after I had surrendered and rolled her thighs over a couple of times in order to cause me a little more pain.  The aim was clearly to further weaken my right arm, which is the  most potent force in my wrestling armoury.  I was still 3-1 up but was now caught up in a fully competitive fight in which I could expect to receive little mercy.

It was possible that Monica had gained her first submission by unintentional means but she now set about me with real purpose, sensing that much of the power of my right arm had been diminished as a result of the armlock.  She again threw off my headlock and, just as I had done earlier, forced my head down to the floor and wedged it between her powerful knees and lower thighs.  I managed to remain on my knees, despite the downward pressure, but Monica began slowly and carefully to move her body along my back, trying to wedge my head more firmly between her own knees in order to get the grip and leverage she required for a full head-scissors.  There was no way in which I could have extricated my head from between Monica´s legs but the problem was simply one of being held, not of being crushed.  The one thing that was now saving me was the sweat on Monica´s legs, since this prevented her getting the really tight grip on my head that she required.  She therefore started trying to throw my body over sideways, so that she could lock on the head-scissors from a horizontal position, but I resisted and stayed on my knees.  I could feel Monica´s arms tightening around my waist and knew that she building up for a speciality of hers in which she throws herself over her opponent´s back and hangs onto him like a limpet while exerting full leverage on a savage reverse head-scissors.  I think she actually had the grip she needed to bring this off but for some reason she seemed to doubt this and she quickly switched positions and threw me sideways down onto the mat, at the same time applying a violent headlock grip and wrenching away at my neck with such venom that I had no option but to surrender.  My lead was now reduced to 3-2 and things were starting to look grim.

Now fearing the worst, I resorted to a few little dirty tricks, including trying to clamp my hand over Monica´s mouth and nose and applying a choke hold.  However, she is herself quite happy to resort to rough stuff and the fight became appreciably more violent by mutual consent.  I managed to force her into a corner and onto her hands and knees, following this up by throwing myself upon her back and attempting to apply a full-Nelson.  Her tremendous strength was, however, once more made clear when she asked if we could move away from the corner and then promptly carried me on her back into the wrestling mat (I weigh about 200 pounds!).  I was then able to achieve a brief period of dominance but was weakening with each passing moment.  I again forced her face into the mat and tried to apply as much pressure as possible to her head but she eventually rolled me over and attempted to gain another headlock.  I avoided this but then became aware that she was gradually working her legs closer and closer towards my head, with the clear intention of applying a figure-four head scissors.  The thought of having her powerful legs locked tightly around my head or neck was too frightening to contemplate and so I pushed away at her legs as hard as I could.  I had certainly read her intentions correctly but with lightening speed she switched to a headlock and again wrenched away violently at my neck until I submitted.  The score was now tied at 3-3 and the fact that we were only halfway through the fight rendered it inevitable that I would now be shipping some severe punishment over the coming thirty minutes.

The seventh round was another particularly violent one and resulted in Monica gaining a submission through the application of a smother hold.  Although she had briefly used this technique during our very first encounter she had never again resorted to it, causing me to conclude that it was not one of her strengths.  However, I was definitely proved wrong when she held me down on my back and then very gradually began tightening our bodily contact and working my head down her torso until my face was fully aligned with her stomach.  She then forced my face into the stomach with such sustained pressure that the possibility of either escape or managing to extract the slightest intake of air was rendered impossible.  In a state of panic and faced with the choice of submission or imminent unconsciousness, I desperately signalled surrender.  I was now 3-4 down and was on the point of collapse.  The fight was becoming a one-sided beating.

Despite my dazed condition I actually started the eighth round well and was able to dish out some punishment of my own while holding Monica´s head firmly to the mat.  However, she  was able to slip my hold and to my alarm I found my head gradually sliding further and further down her body towards her waiting legs.  In the state I was now in the thought of having my head or neck crushed in one of her leg-scissors caused me to panic and I desperately threw myself away from her, ending up flat on my face a couple of feet away.  The speed at which she moved to pursue me was remarkable and no sooner had I arrived in my new position than I found her on top of me, giggling at my fear and relishing the prospect of what she would now do to me.  She started by bouncing heavily up and down on my back, which she has done before and is aimed at further weakening an already stricken opponent.  She then predictably switched to her favourite target, my head, but at first failed in her efforts to apply a face-bar or camel clutch, either of which holds would have finished me off there and then.  Instead, she eventually succeeded in getting her right arm around my neck and drawing me upward with a tight stranglehold grip while sitting firmly astride my lower back.  I feebly claimed that this was a foul move but she pointed out that I had earlier applied a choke and carried on with the strangle until I yet again signalled surrender.  Now the score was 3-5.

I was utterly spent and continued to lie face down on the mat, trying to recover my senses and to draw some air back into my lungs.  For a half-minute or so Monica sat and watched me with amusement but then displayed her ruthlessness by leaping back on top of me and again applying the stranglehold, with the clear intention of finishing me off.  Eventually, though, she accepted my claim of foul and I was permitted to haul myself back onto my knees and square up for the final round. This began with a last pitiful effort on my part to restore some dominance and deal out some punishment to Monica´s head and face.  To my surprise I actually managed to apply a head-scissors hold but the extent to which we were both sweating, combined with the fact that virtually all of my strength had gone, meant that I was unable to hold onto it and she was able to get back onto her knees.  She then quickly grabbed my head and rammed it downwards into the mat while straddling me and getting ready to apply a reverse head-scissors.  I somehow managed to turn over onto my back but was now confronted with what would have been an impossible situation.  If Monica were able to lift my head slightly away from the mat she would be able to apply either a Figure-four head scissors or normal head-scissors hold.  If, one other hand, I succeeded in keeping the back of my head flat against the mat, her clear option would simply be to sit back on my face and apply her full weight in suffocating me into submission.  For some reason she seemed not to spot either option and instead turned herself around and again applied a vicious headlock.  She then again manoeuvred our bodies together in the manner signalling that another smother was on its way. For a while she forced my face into her chest but the presence of the bikini top provided just enough space for me to extract vital gasps of air.  She was not, however, to be denied and again she forced my face lower down her body and fiercely and firmly into her stomach.  There is no way that I can imagine of escaping this hold and the only point of holding out against it would be if one were opting to be rendered unconscious rather than to submit.  I think Monica is indifferent to which choice her helpless opponent makes and she continued to maintain the hold until I frantically tapped my surrender.  The final score was 3-6 and what had seemed to start out as an easy workout for me had ended in utter demolition.

As ever, Monica was charm and friendliness itself and she gives tremendous value for money.  As I have said before, although she provides semi-competitive and fantasy sessions, my requirement is for fair but hard one-hour workouts without any kind of titillation factor.  She has a ruthless streak that I like and fighting with her is by far the most gruelling and enjoyable exercise I ever take.  I think there is a side to me which gets the same satisfaction from these sessions as I got from wrestling in the school playground when I was a small child and I would not wish to wrestle with a man because of the fear of serious injury or finding myself in some kind of gay scene that is definitely not for me.

The only injuries I sustained during the fight were some scratches to my feet and knees, although various parts of my body, particularly my fingers, ached for a couple of days afterwards. I thoroughly recommend Monica but have not given up all hope of again succeeding in defeating her.  After all, despite being thoroughly beaten up I had somehow more or less prevented her making use of her powerful legs, and my next strategy must include preventing her applying those dreadful smother holds.  Above all I must try to take it easier in the early stages of the fight, so as to retain some energy and be able to match her when things get more violent later on.  She will be reading this thinking that I have no chance but we shall see."