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Friday, January 18, 2008

New Session review

My neck hurts...where she choked me into submission twice. My ego hurts...she got me on my back through leverage and strength, without sweeping me...although she did that too!

My chiropractor and I are very good friends...LOL

Our session began with a struggle for position in the clinch...she knows just how to position her body to negate my strength advantage and we tussled for what seemed like two minutes simply in the clinch...bodies tightly clenched together, she managed to escape my takedown and we tumbled to the mats together. Quickly, she got my back and attempted to take me in what I think was a sleeper hold attempt....I escaped, but again and again she got my back, locked in hold after hold, until I tumbled her off of my back onto the mat. I locked in a headlock but, working and struggling, she eventually countered and escaped. I chased her...big mistake...after some smoke and mirrors she again conquered my defense, wrapped her body around my back, and when I let my neck open she pounced and clamped off my air...I struggled mightily, pulling and straining, feeling the weight of her lovely body forcing me to submit to the biceps crushing my throat...I gasped...she asked if I was submitting...before I began to pass out I tapped...she pushed me away and reminded me that I could be severely damaged and that from behind me she could not see if I passed out.

After a brief rest we started again, and for a while I dominated...but she caught me again, after a desperate struggle, in another choke to which I quickly submitted. While she was defeating me in that fall she repeatedly used her "parasitic holds" of a strong knee to the belly, a suffocating hand smother, andher deadly scissors...once she clamped the scissors on and held them for almostten seconds....then my nerves exploded in pain as she released the hold...I slumped...but Iescaped the triangle scissor attempt as I slid away, only to bechoked a few seconds later.

I slipped off my shirt to feel more of the intensity of the contact I crave somuch...my entire body stiffened as she repeatedly attacked but, without my shirt, she was a bit handicapped in that some of her holds slipped off of mybody because of the pouring sweat...so I slowly began to gain some advantage.We clinched again and instead of countering my clinch attempts the way she had been she seemed to tense her body to take what force I could give out and let me get a hold going...from which I believe she thought she could escape...but she quickly said "Oh, he's going for the bear hug", which I was, and instead of slipping away from my best hold she took it on...she blocked my arms from reaching that hug position once...twice....she could have escaped and off-balanced me, I think, but instead she kept countering my attempts to wrap my arms around her while staying directly in front of me...had she beaten back my hold attempt I would have been humiliated, I think, because in this clinch itwas strength against strength, leverage against leverage...to lose to skill and speed is one thing...but to have a small woman out-muscle me would have been something that would have only made me feel completely dominated...maybe she knew this...and if she countered successfully would have then overwhelmed me...but she did not escape. Eventually, after much effort, I got some control over her body...I began to feel my body tingle, every muscle tensing, realizing she was giving me a gift of taking on my charge without "smoke and mirrors", as she put it. And I was ready to accept. She strugged to escape but then her struggles began to ebb...she wasn't submitting easily but it felt like she was daring me to give it my all, to see how far she could go, before deciding whether to submit or escape...I did not care...I kept up the pressure while she narrated the struggle.. she said "Can he get the hold in...ohhh, he got me...here we go....' as I squeezed mightily, using technique I actually learned from her...her breath came in a shallow gasp and I grunted loudly with the exertion...suddenly her luscious body stiffened and I felt her hand tap my back....she told me later she literally could not breathe for a moment as she tapped...we took a break and went for one more fall...

She was stiff from the training the day before, and maybe not quite as flexible as usual...we struggled in our last clinch, countering and attacking,until I again pulled her down roughly and went for a headlock. We struggled intensely as I leaned slowly down on top of her, trying to control her while atthe same time not by simple bulk but by technique...I wrapped my right bicep around her head, trying to find a pressure point but finally just wrapping whatever of her head I could squeeze....I moaned in pain and exertion, every muscle fiber straining to keep her under control....again and again she moved, struggled, fought...she let out a loud yelp of pain as I forced my shoulder against her face...I have to admit I enjoyed hearing it, for she made me yell with her scissors...I squeezed again and again...she somehow found the flexibility to slam her knees into my back...again and again...she hit me so hard I thought I would literally cry...between the struggle to hold her, to overcome her high pain tolerance and to take the force of her knee smashes the pain and intensity was glorious and I have to admit a highly sensual experience...finally, she tapped...I had not made her submit as much as I had been able to hang on like a barnacle...and I have the feeling that if we were fighting for as long as we wanted to she would have found a way to escape...but she did not, and the session ended at that point.

I did not win...but did not lose either...besides, no one who has the chance to spend even a minute locked in a power exchange with Sybil Starr is ever a loser...my friend, I thank you for a wonderful friendship and an awesome fight!

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