Wrestling Jett
By Jett



     I wrestled  with a man today who came from out of state for business. 
Before he arrived I moved some of the furniture out onto the patio and one 
of the couches to the side of the wall.  I dragged my mats in from my studio 
and put a foam padding underneath as well as a blanket for extra cushion.  I 
was hoping that would have been a good enough warm up, just to get the blood 
flowing a bit. I have taken about 11 days off from training, with the 
exception of a 30 minute run yesterday.  With the consistent training over 
the last handful of  months I felt my body needed some time to heal, regroup 
and feel fresh again. I spent most of my free time doing anything 
non-athletic. So I was looking forward to a fun competitive match, but 
didn't know if my body would feel refreshed or out of shape.
     I was showered and ready to go and even though it was 10 minutes after 
we agreed to meet, I was still surprised to hear the knock at the door. I 
had asked him to call when he landed, as I  usually use that heads-up to get 
dressed.  Well, actually I was dressed, but I often like to answer the door 
in a dress and some sort of feminine shoe. He caught me in blue jeans, bare 
feet, and a sleeveless top. He didn't seem to mind, as I apologized, but 
smiling, I promised him during our match  he'd pay for the lack of phone 
call.  He said he was "cell phone deprived", which I can relate to since I 
rid myself of one about 4 years ago.  I gave him a hug and showed him the 
bathroom that he was to use.  I asked to make sure if he wanted me to 
wrestle in a two piece or one piece bathing suit. The two piece bathing suit 
was his choice. He turned toward his bathroom and I went to change in my 
bedroom. I picked my red suit.   I came out and he was in his speedo looking 
at  photos and books that were in the book shelf. He was about 5'8", one 
inch short of me, and weighed around 178 pounds to my 141 lbs.
      I said, "let's stretch", because I knew he had been sitting on the 
plane for quite awhile, along with the fact that I hadn't moved with any 
speed recently I figured we could both use a few minutes warming up. Right 
away I noticed his legs and asked him if he biked.  He mentioned he did but 
he rode the stationary bike.  I agreed that I like the stationary bike as 
well because I can read while I work-out and my hair doesn't get all messed 
up!  As we talked  he sat there watching me. I gestured with my arm towards 
the backyard and instead of following my movement his eyes landed and stuck 
right at my bicep.  That is one of the biggest differences that I've noticed 
about the men I've met to wrestle versus any other men I've met. The men who 
are interested in the women who wrestle or body build will get caught 
staring at your biceps or shoulders rather than your chest. It always 
surprises me, but in a nice way, it's so unoffensive.   He wasn't stretching 
though so I gently reminded him that I didn't want to break anything he had 
so he'd better stretch.  I started pulling my hair back in a ponytail and 
told him that I'd take it out when I got sweaty. (It doesn't fly around so 
much when wet)  He commented that he'd use it against me, but, I visualized 
me whipping it in his face when it was wet and wondered if it would create a 
sting.
  So we were ready to go!  I do like to start slowly just so the muscles 
have time to adjust to the effort. It also allows for me to quietly assess 
what type of personality he possess; is he highly aggressive or the more 
defensive type of opponent?  Will he give me 100% or will he feel as though 
he has to hold back? (Some men are cautious of the weight difference). Does 
he really want to win or does he just enjoy feeling a  woman's strength, 
maybe both?  I think some of the men I've met to wrestle use the arm 
wrestling to answer the same questions about me.
     We started on our knees both locking onto each other.  I could tell by 
his grip he was willing to give me good effort.  As he pushed hard I tried 
to bring him off balance by giving way and pulling him down towards me.  He 
had good balance as I couldn't easily bring him down as planned.  I noticed 
we were pretty even in strength so I wouldn't be able to just muscle myself 
around him although my strength fortunately did come into play when I used 
my legs. Deciding to use a different approach I pulled him towards me and 
wrapped one of my legs around his neck and trapped one arm and shoulder as 
well.  I was getting ready to apply a nice little triangle on him when he 
let me know we were moving onto the carpet.  I let go and we started over 
from the kneeling position again. This time I pulled him towards me and 
wrapped my legs around his waist.  He stuck close to me pressing hard 
against my body. I wouldn't be able to use my legs if he crowded me too 
close.  I moved my hips and scooted them out from under him giving me the 
space I needed to flip him off of me (sweep him). I moved my left hand under 
his right hand taking  his weight off the mat.  At the same time with my 
right leg on the inside of his left I lifted it up which pushed him up and 
off to the left of me.  Without the balance of his right hand on the mat he 
went over and onto his back. I rolled along with him and placed myself on 
top of him.  Now this is what I like!  I started to tease him that he 
shouldn't  let me do that to him and now he's in trouble.  I stretched my 
legs behind me and interlaced them with his, keeping him trapped and unable 
to move.  To make it worse I pushed my pelvis into his stomach making it 
difficult for him to breath.  My chest was pressing against his face which 
was being forced  to the side and at the same time I placed my arms behind 
his neck and used that to help anchor my hold which I labeled proudly loud, 
"Oh, Looky!! A Grapevine!!"  "Can you feel it?" I asked him.  He made an 
effort that sounded like an affirmative grunt, but just to be sure I asked 
him again as I snapped my pelvis into his tummy creating the same grunt only 
this time a little louder.  That created a giggle from me, but no sympathy 
yet. I was having fun!   He tapped and I got off of him allowing him to come 
to his knees again.  We ended up in the same situation, both pressing 
against each other. This time, I did scoot under him but wrapped my legs 
around his waist, locking my feet around each other,  and squeezed.  I 
started slowly at first because I wanted to make sure he was ready for my 
scissor hold.  I could hear the air slowly going out of him but he was 
making a good effort to hold onto that last breath. He was smart to try to 
keep his lungs filled with as much air as he could muster. But one can only 
hold their breath so long, and I knew that. I kept squeezing.  When I felt 
my feet tire a little from holding I started using more adductor muscles, 
which seemed to affect him even more. He tapped letting me know he'd had 
enough.  He relaxed and I gently pushed him off of me, giggling as I did. He 
was such a good sport!
     Again we started, this time he was smart to try to avoid my legs and 
come around my side.  But, this actually got him in more trouble and he 
ended up in the first hold that I had attempted before we were at the edge 
of the mat- The Triangle.  I locked the hold with my legs pushing his arm 
across my body and trapping his head and one shoulder. This created the 
choke hold I was looking for.  I kept him there for a little while before I 
started to squeeze. I could tell he liked this one ^Ñcause he tapped quickly. 
  We were getting real sweaty and he reminded me that I could take my hair 
out of it's ponytail,  which I did. He mentioned that I was too slippery.  I 
had put some lotion on, which I always did, but it was too close to when we 
started wrestling.   He was right, I was slippery, but it rubbed off on him 
as well, so I figured we were both at an even disadvantage (oxymoron?).  I 
kept my legs between him and me and worked them around till I was able to 
get his back.  My legs kept his hips from moving and I had good control of 
him while I let him know he was caught in a "Rear Naked Choke Hold".  I only 
gestured to choke him and didn't take full advantage of my position.  I only 
wanted him to be able to appreciate his vulnerability, not suffer because of 
it. I also pushed his face into the mat and asked him "what sort of noises 
are you going to make while doing business?" He moaned a little creating me 
to laugh. I asked him, "Can you elaborate on that please?" I squeezed my 
legs and he replied with another moan, this time longer.  I pulled him over 
on top of me still keeping his back pressed hard against mine. He tried to 
escape by moving to the side of me. I let him slip off to the left of me 
which put him in another vulnerable position, now I could apply my side 
scissor hold. Arching my back a little I pressed my legs together and he 
tapped. He was causing me to work hard though, I wasn't sweaty because he 
was giving me the match. I was working for it and appreciated the challenge. 
  I liked hearing him breathing with effort, it let me know he was working 
too.  We continued and he applied a headlock which I was able to slip out 
from under due to my "sweaty" situation!  I pulled myself towards his feet 
and locked my legs around his upper chest and neck.  I could feel his breath 
on my legs, he was making an honest effort to escape.  So I squeezed to keep 
him in place. He submitted  to that hold as well.
     I worked my way to his side and showed him how I had control of his 
body.  He attempted to move out from under me so I lifted up and placed one 
knee in his stomach and the other out to the side, allowing all my weight to 
press on him.  I saw his discomfort and told him if he pushed on my knee it 
might push my knee off of his stomach.  When he did as I suggested I grabbed 
his arm and swung around putting him in a gentle arm bar.  I labeled that as 
well before my back hit the mat. He was good at defending it and was able to 
slip away. I tried a few more arm bar moves that were more effective than 
the first. ( I really only do the arm bars to see if I can get them, my 
intent is never to fully apply them, but it's good to keep in practice.)   I 
came up and was along the side of him on my knees and reached under him 
grabbing his far leg. I also grabbed his far arm and pushed my weight 
against him.  He fought it for a second, but again, ended up on his back 
with me at his side in a T configuration.  My left leg was under his armpit, 
and my upper body was strewn across the top of him pressing down.  I trapped 
his left arm with my hand and pressed it down figure fouring it with my 
other hand.  I let him know this was a "key lock".  I moved around his body 
showing him holds that, when applied, would create a submission.  I could 
tell he was tiring a little so having fun at his expense was my agenda.
    A little while later, as he lay trapped on his back, he said, "May I 
have some of that Banana bread you made and the coffee you mentioned 
earlier?"  Oh! Of course!  I got up, threw him a towel and gave him his 
water.  He drank and getting up said "I'm going to go fix myself, I'll be 
back".   I went into the kitchen, grinded the coffee and got that going 
while I quickly  popped into the shower.
We hung out on the deck drinking coffee and talking a little bit about wine 
tasting and dogs among other things.
So I had a nice time and think he did too.  I appreciate his support and 
effort to meet me and hope I face him on the mats again one day.
Jett
superjett8@hotmail.com
http://www.wrestlejett.com