Many times. He knew I could not defend his bodyscissors so he would apply a tactic where he would fake to try and use a bodyscissor which would make me freak out and try to defend in any way possible making it easier for him to use either holds and exhaust me. He would then finish me with a bodyscissor every fucking time.
I am a tall lean guy. I can be intimidating to many people. However, there is one guy that wasn’t intimidated by my height. It was 2 years ago when I was 26 and he was 18. Our stat difference was enormous (1.93cm 88 kg vs 1.68cm 64 kg). I was a novice at wrestling. I had some mixed wrestling experience with some girls and a few matches with guys I met through a website that is no longer in service. He had never even seen a video about wrestling. The amazing thing about him was that he can read his opponent, spot his weaknesses and exploit them. He was always a bit wise ass so when I threatened to wipe the floor with him he challenged me “under the rules of my choice”. I called for 5 rounds of submission wrestling. Only holds were allowed. We met at my house basement (hard cold floor over which we threw some sofa covers). We were bear chested, bear foot with our shorts on. We weren’t that athletic but the work I was putting in the gym was beginning to show and he made a remark about it. What I didn’t notice was how trained his legs were. He had a summer job as a postman at our town and he was riding his bicycle every weekday for 2 months straight. He later confessed that he had also read some blogs with tips for wrestling bigger guys. The first two rounds were a blowout. I entered the fight with a bit caution but as time flew by I started fighting more confidently applying one hold after the other. He was completely helpless. I started toying with him squeezing him to the verge of submission and then releasing him just to start a new torture. By the end of the first round I added some verbal abuse in my arsenal and I finally let him surrender with a tap out. What I failed to notice was that for every hold he was asking a lot of questions on the best way to apply it, how long should it be retained for maximum results etc. In my arrogance I was replying to most of them sharing my knowledge with him. After all, what could go wrong? I was dominating him and he did not have enough time to turn the table. At the middle of the second round he started using his knowledge against me. I was still in control but he started defending better against my attacks and he even managed to put me in a gravepine from which I barely escaped by bridging my waist throwing him off of me. I won the second round but at a great cost of effort and sweat. On the other hand he was patiently waiting for his chance saving his energy. I remember his stare at the beginning of the third round while his confident words made my blood freeze “Should the real fight begin?”. Still dazzled by this weird remark I lunged toward him. This time he was effortlessly defending my every move, escaping one hold after another commenting on how well he had read me. The biggest hit to my ego was when he eloquently circled me and climbed on my back wrapping his hands around my chest pulling me on the floor on my right side. He then whispered “now let’s test those abs” and he wrapped his legs around my waist adjusting his position so his thighs would squeeze my abs locking his heels for a tighter squeeze. When I reached for his legs he immediately wrapped his arm under my left armpit grabbing my shoulder lifting my left arm up preventing me from defending against his hold. The squeeze was not unbearable but I could feel my muscles complaining and my breath shortening. He had me exactly were he wanted. My legs were out of contest, my left arm also. I had to use my right arm for maneuvering but every time I did he would just increase the pressure on my waist. I kept fighting for 5-6 long minutes and I finally gave up trying laying my head on the floor gasping for air. My abs also loosened up a bit allowing his thighs to constrict me even tighter. My whole body was glistening with sweat, but the hold was too well applied and I could not slip away. He moved his head close to my ear were I could hear his calm breath and he said “Now let’s recap. Huge guy bullies and challenges a in-his-own-words Hobbit. He brings his A game against the poor Hobbit who he knows is a complete novice. Then the smart Hobbit studies the bully. And now we have a huge sweaty guy on the ground. Trapped. Exhausted. Tap out and live to be bodyscissored again in the next round. Stay here and slowly faint into darkness. Pick your fucking poison”.
blacksocks108 (61 )
12/03/2020 9:09Very hot story
KostasGR (0 )
14/03/2020 15:53(In risposta a questo)
It was definitely hot, but in a dominant way.
cyclone74 (32)
09/03/2020 6:52Now that sounded hot, did you wrestle him again?
KostasGR (0 )
11/03/2020 22:31(In risposta a questo)
Many times. He knew I could not defend his bodyscissors so he would apply a tactic where he would fake to try and use a bodyscissor which would make me freak out and try to defend in any way possible making it easier for him to use either holds and exhaust me. He would then finish me with a bodyscissor every fucking time.
KostasGR (0 )
08/03/2020 15:35I am a tall lean guy. I can be intimidating to many people. However, there is one guy that wasn’t intimidated by my height. It was 2 years ago when I was 26 and he was 18. Our stat difference was enormous (1.93cm 88 kg vs 1.68cm 64 kg). I was a novice at wrestling. I had some mixed wrestling experience with some girls and a few matches with guys I met through a website that is no longer in service. He had never even seen a video about wrestling. The amazing thing about him was that he can read his opponent, spot his weaknesses and exploit them. He was always a bit wise ass so when I threatened to wipe the floor with him he challenged me “under the rules of my choice”. I called for 5 rounds of submission wrestling. Only holds were allowed. We met at my house basement (hard cold floor over which we threw some sofa covers). We were bear chested, bear foot with our shorts on. We weren’t that athletic but the work I was putting in the gym was beginning to show and he made a remark about it. What I didn’t notice was how trained his legs were. He had a summer job as a postman at our town and he was riding his bicycle every weekday for 2 months straight. He later confessed that he had also read some blogs with tips for wrestling bigger guys. The first two rounds were a blowout. I entered the fight with a bit caution but as time flew by I started fighting more confidently applying one hold after the other. He was completely helpless. I started toying with him squeezing him to the verge of submission and then releasing him just to start a new torture. By the end of the first round I added some verbal abuse in my arsenal and I finally let him surrender with a tap out. What I failed to notice was that for every hold he was asking a lot of questions on the best way to apply it, how long should it be retained for maximum results etc. In my arrogance I was replying to most of them sharing my knowledge with him. After all, what could go wrong? I was dominating him and he did not have enough time to turn the table. At the middle of the second round he started using his knowledge against me. I was still in control but he started defending better against my attacks and he even managed to put me in a gravepine from which I barely escaped by bridging my waist throwing him off of me. I won the second round but at a great cost of effort and sweat. On the other hand he was patiently waiting for his chance saving his energy. I remember his stare at the beginning of the third round while his confident words made my blood freeze “Should the real fight begin?”. Still dazzled by this weird remark I lunged toward him. This time he was effortlessly defending my every move, escaping one hold after another commenting on how well he had read me. The biggest hit to my ego was when he eloquently circled me and climbed on my back wrapping his hands around my chest pulling me on the floor on my right side. He then whispered “now let’s test those abs” and he wrapped his legs around my waist adjusting his position so his thighs would squeeze my abs locking his heels for a tighter squeeze. When I reached for his legs he immediately wrapped his arm under my left armpit grabbing my shoulder lifting my left arm up preventing me from defending against his hold. The squeeze was not unbearable but I could feel my muscles complaining and my breath shortening. He had me exactly were he wanted. My legs were out of contest, my left arm also. I had to use my right arm for maneuvering but every time I did he would just increase the pressure on my waist. I kept fighting for 5-6 long minutes and I finally gave up trying laying my head on the floor gasping for air. My abs also loosened up a bit allowing his thighs to constrict me even tighter. My whole body was glistening with sweat, but the hold was too well applied and I could not slip away. He moved his head close to my ear were I could hear his calm breath and he said “Now let’s recap. Huge guy bullies and challenges a in-his-own-words Hobbit. He brings his A game against the poor Hobbit who he knows is a complete novice. Then the smart Hobbit studies the bully. And now we have a huge sweaty guy on the ground. Trapped. Exhausted. Tap out and live to be bodyscissored again in the next round. Stay here and slowly faint into darkness. Pick your fucking poison”.