Angel
By William  frank_butler07@hotmail.com
William soon learns why Angel has beaten pro male wrestlers in the ring!


Angel is personable, with a wonderful sense of humor. As we changed into
our wrestling outfits, I learned that she is a professional wrestler. She
has even wrestled male pros and won. In very short order, I was to
understand how this woman has beaten professional male wrestlers.

Angel stands 5'8" and weighs a solid 155 lbs. Though she is extremely
strong, she hasn't a ripped, BB physique. Her gently pretty face belies her
ferocious competitive spirit.

We started in a standing position, hands on each other's shoulders. She
smiled at me, as if she knew something I didn't. But I outweighed her by 30
pounds and was seven inches taller, so I was fairly sure I could wear her
down. We circled, hands on the shoulders. Suddenly, Angel brought her hands
under my arms and threw my hands off her shoulders. Quickly, she reached up
and grabbed my head. Twisting to the side, Angel clamped my head to her
side in a wicked standing headlock.

I was having trouble breathing, her forearm pressing into my throat. She
started mocking me (which she continued to do throughout the entire
match!). She kept choking me even as she bent me to my knees. Letting go,
she grabbed me from behind and I was suddenly in a half-nelson. She bent my
left arm back and twisted as she applied pressure against my neck. I tried
submitting, but we had agreed to a "no submission" match.

What was I thinking?

Now she snaked her other arm up and clamped me in a full nelson. I was on
my knees, but Angel was still standing. She applied brutal pressure on my
neck even as she forced my poor arms higher and higher. The pain was
excruciating. She asked the photographer if she was getting good shots. She
assured Angel that the pics would be terrific.

Angel held me in this painful full nelson for another minute, my pleading
screams falling on deaf ears. At last, she released me and I collapsed to
my hands and knees. But there was to be no reprieve. Still standing, Angel
jammed my head between her extraordinary thighs and began slowly squeezing
my head. She yanked my head up by my hair -- I let out a howl -- so that
the photographer could get good pics of the pain in my face as Angel
clamped me in her standing head scissor.

The woman taking the pictures was excited at the terrific angles she was
getting. I could hear myself groaning as Angel squeezed my head tighter and
tighter. I was sure I would pass out, when she finally took pity and
released me. She joked to the camerawoman that she had been on her feet the
entire match.

Angel roughed me up in various holds for several minutes, then reached down
and lifted me up in the air as if I were a feather pillow! She draped me
over her powerful shoulders and strutted about the room. She started
spinning, and I was sure she couldn't hold me, drop me for sure.

She didn't drop me. No, she body-slammed me onto the mat. I lay unmoving,
trying to gain some strength. Angel was on me immediately. Still standing,
she got applied an arm-bar. I thought my arm would break.

By this time, I was letting out loud yelps. Which had no affect on Angel.
She poured it on. Until finally, she knelt, the first time her knees had
touched the mat in the match! She clamped my head between her thighs and
proceeded to give me a wicked and prolonged head scissor. I thought my head
would pop!

Her coup-de-gras was a savage double leg grapevine. With glazed eyes, I
looked into the photographer's laughing face as she immortalized my abject
humiliation.

Women . the weaker sex!

Where did that myth ever begin?!?

Angel at last took pity on her pulverized male foe and released me. It was
several minutes before I stopped groaning and moaning.

After the match, I took a grateful shower. Then Angel and I chatted and I
left. Though I suffered a brutal pounding, the strange thing is that when I
look at the pics of my utter complete destruction, I find myself excited
and eager to take on Angel again.