Experiencing the Greek Sensation 
By Zeke
Too big, too strong, too skilled, but a hell of a good time


It was hot and I was early with nowhere to go. Found a shaded sidewalk and
tried not to look like I was plotting a breakin or a mugging. Once you walked
up the hillside off the boulevard the houses were well beyond my price range Ð
given the location. Hollywood, where dreams come true. My dream at the moment
was to wrestle the Greek Sensation, Olga. It would come true Ð but I was
unsure whether it would match my expectations. Time flowed at the speed a kid
approaches his homework. But finally I dialed the access code again and was
told to come on up. I felt like I had a pretty good estimation of Olga - young
(I'm in my fifties so actually she was very young), strong like those
Midwestern farmgirls used to be from pitching hay and moving cows where they
wanted them to go. You could only gauge their strength by testing yourself
against them. Softspoken and straightforward. Able to withstand a good deal of
pain. Fiercely competitive, but willing to shake hands with someone who beat
her in a fair battle and go back to the jiu jitsu lessons with renewed vigor.
Stepping inside, the apartment building reminded me of those once impressive
but gone to seed sets in a Micky Spillane movie. Chipped concrete stairs.
Peeling paint. Cracking plaster. Smell of - you get the picture. I took the
stairs and headed for the room. Knocked once, hoping I hadn't forgotten the
room number in my excitement. She opened the door. As expected she was pretty
but physically not intimidating in the way a body builder or fitness athlete
might be. Like a power lifter in a relaxed state, her strength didn't announce
itself. I knew it was there because I'd read about her accomplishments as a
fighter. On the other hand, I'm sure she immediately concluded this balding,
fifty plus, 150 lb guy in her doorway was going to present no problems.

My rules are different than most session guys. Wrestling for pins, starting
from knees. Pins defined as being forced to admit you couldn't escape the
hold. No use of joint locks, chokes, scissors or headlocks used to produce
pain (headlocks a recent problem because of the signs of cauliflower ears -
those are hard to explain to my wife for life). The emails and a couple of
calls since getting into LA eliminated the need for much discussion. Olga
confirmed my assumption that she thought I'd be a pushover by quickly
conceding to everything I asked. This of course took many strengths away from
her but she was about as worried as Tiger Woods with a six stroke lead on the
final green.

The furniture had been moved to the sides to make room for sizable and thick
mats - seemed almost twice as thick as what most session wrestlers have. I
changed quickly in the bathroom and we were ready. Her long black hair
cascaded down her smooth Mediterranean tan skin. She said she'd start with the
hair down but if it got in the way, she'd put it up. We set to it and within
fifteen seconds she stopped to put her hair up. Once again the old guy had
gained some credibility. I'd also learned even in that short a time that she
was indeed very strong, surprisingly quick, and unlikely to be moved by me.

We clashed again, collar and elbow, each trying to turn the shoulders or press
the head down or work behind the other. From that point on it may have been
the most exhilarating match I have had. She dominated but with a lot of work.
To my great advantage it was a hot day and because I work hard though with
limited offensive capability, we were both covered with sweat in no time. She
was able to turn me but I could generally get myself on my stomach and squirm
out of danger (of course her training is to die for the opportunity to have
the opponent on his stomach where some kind of arm bar or choke hold can
quickly be obtained). I was able to turn her on her back from time to time but
didn't count that as a pin because again she was trained to be there and I was
no more in control than she was. It took at least ten to fifteen minutes for
her to get the first fall. It could have been a cross body or a full body pin.
In either case when she got her weight properly distributed, my only hope was
that I might be able to slide away from her grasp. When on top whether I was
on my back or stomach she would soften me up by lifting up and dropping her
full weight on me. Sometimes she'd use pelvic thrusts, sometimes upper body
poundings. Her two piece was secure. It had to be to contain her impressively
endowed upper body.

She never looked like she was working hard but the sweat made me half believe
her insistence that she was getting a great workout. And I was getting what I
loved. The contact, the strain of muscles, the explosive effort against each
other then falling back into panting, recovery positions. It made no
difference whether I was up or down Ð they were both great positions to be in.
Despite the uncut look, she had a beautiful body to hold. Soft smooth skin
covering a rock solid interior We didn't play, other than in the sense that
she would put herself in difficult positons to practice counters. Late in the
match she simply laid on her back and let me put any kind of pinning hold I
wanted on her - to no avail. I had a fair amount of success with the full body
press to control her but after she felt me tiring she would give a violent hip
thrust, driving me up in the air and then pivot while I had lost contact so
that as I came down she could reverse the positions. I was too light (150 to
her 185) and unskilled to make the crossbody effective though I also had some
success controlling her from the side. As with Kasie, I literally could not
move her when she set herself on all fours. My success always came from using
her own momentum to get an edge. Olga had no qualms about using all body parts
as needed in her wrestling moves. She favored using her upper body to set the
pin while her lower weight immobilized me from the waist down. Given her
endowments, this would have been an extremely erotic position if I hadn't kept
wrestling hard at all times. I don't recall her ever using her lower body for
a pin though she didn't seem shy about any physical contact that occurred or
what I grabbed in desperation - wrestling is wrestling. Still I know that she
easily could have put me away with a reverse scissors or smother pin had she
chosen to do so. By the end of the match - and we did go into extra time at
her suggestion - I was so worn down by the pace and the constant task of
dealing with her strength, her weight, and her skill that I have no doubt she
could have pinned me with any body part she chose..

It was an all out war though somewhat akin to the Gulf War. I think I put up
stronger resistance than the Iraqis but I was equally overmatched. Still as I
wore down she kept pushing me, giving me a hint or two, limiting her moves but
not her effort so each set was competitive. She kept up a fine dialogue both
complimentary and teasing. I gave it back to her whenever I had enough wind to
talk at all. Did I come close to pinning her? I worked her into some
predicament type positions but given the disparity in our abilities I have no
way of judging how much I earned and how much I was given. So of course I
assume I earned everything I got. Certainly sweated enough for it.

In sum she was as advertised - beautiful (of course that's subjective), strong
(no question there), already a skilled wrestler with a fine sense of how to
put people at ease and work them through a session. I walked out wanting to
come right back. Yeah, she'd hooked me good. Damned champaigne tastes on a box
wine budget.