Looking up into the dark eyes of my tormentor and finding no mercy there, I realized I was in trouble. I'd taken this friendly little Apartment Wrestling match with the mature wrestler, Cissy, thinking it would be a fun and relaxing little match. Boy, was I wrong!! As she pinned my arms up over my head and spread my legs painfully in a grapevine pin, I reflected back on how I'd gotten in this position in the first place....

We'd agreed to a meeting in a hotel room suite. She'd dressed in a canary yellow bikini (the one in her photo, in fact), and I'd opted for a pink flower-print tankini. The chit-chat we shared while we stretched and warmed up was friendly enough, and we laughed as we moved the coffee table against the wall to give us room in the center of the room. Friendly enough start, right? That's what I thought, too, until we got down to the business of the actual match. That's when Cissy's whole demeanor changed.

Before I knew it, she had my hair and was whipping me all over the room! I finally broke free of that and tried to apply some of the holds I've learned, but she was waaaaaaay too savvy for me. This older gal was cagey. She stayed clear of me and punished me every time I came in with sharp punches to my belly, which was sore from the beating within a matter of minutes.

Now, before you think Cissy just steamrolled right over me, I need to remind you that I DID have my moments. Had her moaning in agony as I trapped her in a standing bearhug from behind. But she even managed to find a way out of that one! Do I sound like I was a little frustrated? That's probably 'cause I was, at that point.

At any rate, after briefly trapping me in a painful armbar and further punishing my tummy with hard punches and a powerful bodyscissors that had me screaming (I STILL don't know how she applied that bodyscissors...), all I could think of was trying to crawl away from her, to get some space. But she wouldn't let that happen. She forced me to the floor again and quickly wrestled my pink tankini top off me, leaving me topless and even more humiliated. I tried to keep her from rolling me over onto my back, but she's tougher than a two dollar steak, as Daddy used to say, and my best efforts availed me nothing. She had me on my back and was pounding my belly again. All I could do was try to cover up and minimize the damage. She taunted me as I lay gasping, then draped her athletic body over mine, pinning my arms over my head and intertwining her long, powerful legs with mine, opening me painfully. After making me cry out twice in complete agony, she finally asked me to submit. I struggled briefly, making that embarrassing brief, high-pitched squeak I tend to make when I'm hurt or frustrated (or both) a couple of times. Then, with no other recourse, I gasped out my submission.

She immediately let me go and her demeanor changed again. Gone was the feral cat who had torn into me with such fervor. In its place was the smiling, friendly, laughing Cissy who had met me in the hotel room earlier! She thanked me for the match, helped me to my feet, gave me a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, and even fetched my top for me! As we replaced the furniture we'd moved prior to the match, she never spoke a single word about the match itself, as if it had never happened!! She made small talk before going into the bedroom to change back into street clothes.

I've come to the conclusion that Cissy is either a) A very focused competitor, or b) COMPLETELY bi-polar. Either way, she's a tough old gal and very good at what she does.

Back home.....FINALLY!!! What was supposed to be a 9-day conference/seminar/sightseeing tour in London turned into a 12-day nightmare involving travel delays with a couple of airlines I won't mention. Regardless, I JUST got back home, and this little girl's going to BED. But, look forward to seeing you all VERY soon!! Got a lot of pent-up frustration that I'm just dying to get out (in the ring, in the apartment, or anywhere else, for that matter). Any volunteers? Heehee!!

Going to be out of town (waaaaaay out of town for this little Southern Girl....but more about that in a bit) for about 10 days. Leaving on the 19th, and should be home on the 28th. It's a work-related thing, so no, I'm not going on vacation to work on my tan again (haha). No, I'll be on the shores of Merry Olde England! Going to London and I have to say, I'm pretty excited! But, that said, I don't know how "in touch" I'm going to be while I'm away . Soooooo, if I don't get the chance to chat with, wrestle with, play with or just hang around with you for that time, please know that I'll definitely MISS you guys and will probably be dying to get in the ring or apartment or oil pool with SOMEBODY the minute I get home!

Brittany is a new friend I've recently met. Funny, perky and, come to find out, quite a creative wrestler, too! After chatting a bit and deciding she'd like "to teach me a few moves," we settled on a match in the living room of my apartment. After I moved my new coffee table against the wall (after having learned the hard way that furniture tends to get broken in these matches....right, Tina?) to create an open space, I turned to find Brittany standing in the archway leading from the hall into the living room. I have to admit, my friends, I was impressed. At 5'8" and 140lbs., this voluptuous blonde was certainly a sight to see. Dressed in a little leopard-print bra & thong set, she certainly LOOKED every inch the amazon Apartment Wrestler. I actually felt a little over-dressed in my pink lace-trim bra & hiphugger panties! I was also giving away 2 inches in height and about 5 pounds of weight. THIS was going to be a tall challenge (no pun intended).....

She sized me up and then darted in for her first attack. With deceptive speed for a girl her size, she snatched up two handfuls of my curly dark hair & pulled me to her. Her upper body strength was unbelievable! She got me in a headlock that had me groaning. Then she forced both of us to our knees on the carpet. My face reddening with pain & frustration, I knew I had to do something quickly or I'd be in real trouble against my tall blonde opponent.

Calling on lessons taught to me by some of you (Katt, Hali, Tina & Miss Geri, I'm looking at you, here), I drove the point of my elbow deep into her flat little belly. The air went out of her in a whoosh and she relaxed the headlock. I followed with a second elbow that got me free of the headlock altogether. Pushing my hair out of my eyes, I then focused on taking the offensive...

As she knelt on all fours on the carpet, coughing and trying to reclaim her breath, I grabbed her long blonde hair in both my hands & forced her head down. On my knees, I crawled forward until her head was between my bare thighs. Clamping down hard, I began to squeeze her in a kneeling headscissors. She squealed, her little round behind up in the air and her hands on my thighs, pushing, prying, trying to get free. Now, like I said, Brittany has pretty impressive upper body strength, and she was actually starting to push her way free. So I BOUNCED up & down on my knees, jarring her head violently & causing her to lose focus. Her 38D's, barely contained by that leopard print bra, threatened to bounce free by the force of my jarring motions. She moaned, "Ow!! Stop it!" or something to that effect, which let me know I was having the desired impact on her. Now it was time to try something risky...

Grabbing the waistband of her thong, I yanked up hard, giving the tall blonde a front-and-back wedgie even as I rolled over onto one hip, turning her with me. With both of us on our sides, now, and her head pretty secure between my thighs, I quickly straightened the lower part of my legs, my toes slamming into her flat little tummy. In discomfort from the little impromptu wedgie I'd given her and in pain from the belly-thumping and my headscissors, she began to weaken. I could hear her groans getting a little louder, mostly wordless moans. Relaxing the headscissors momentarily so I could get control of her wrists & pin one of them to the carpet, the other twisted up behind her back, I then SQUEEZED hard with my thighs on her head. That got a "nnnnnAHHHH!" out of her, a moan that started soft and escalated into a wordless scream of pain. Trapped, weakening, Britanny kicked her legs back and forth in an effort to create some momentum, but my holds were locked in pretty tightly. She was getting desperate.

Gasping for air, now, I could feel her hot breath against the backs of my legs. I kept up the pressure with my thighs & kept her arm up behind her back, the other hand pinned around my hip & to the carpet. "Do you give, Brit?" I snarled. She jerked weakly in an attempt to escape, causing one of her breasts to actually slip partially free of her leopard print bra. "No!" she replied. I bounced on my hip, again jarring her head. She squealed again, a brief, high note of pain. After another few minutes of this torture, her body could no longer meet her spirit's demands, and Brittany submitted to me!! My legs were exhausted from the brief but fierce struggle, so I had trouble getting back up to my knees, let alone to my feet. But I had to be standing for the end of the match that we'd both agreed on....

As I stood in front of her, adjusting my pink bra & hiphuggers, pushing the hair back out of my face, she knelt before me. Unable to look me in the eyes, she kept her head down as she reached one sore arm around her back & unhooked her bra. As it fell free, freeing her 38Ds, she lifted the bra slowly over her head, offering it to me. I took it graciously, then waited. After a moment, she hooked both thumbs into the thin waistband of her thong & pushed them down to her knees. Then, rolling up onto one hip, she slipped the thong down her long, tanned legs and past her ankles. Nude, now, she rolled back onto her knees, then sat back on her legs and, head still bowed, handed her leopard print thong to me, as well. I took them both, then raised her chin with one finger until she was looking me in the eyes. Embarrassment and humiliation were in her blue eyes as she knelt naked in front of me, but there was defiance, there, as well. I'd won this match (and claimed some very nice lingerie in the bargain), but I have a feeling I've not heard the last of Brittany....