The Devious Helen
by Mixedfighter@hotmail.com
An account of a private match with Helen of San Franscisco

I have wrestled many women in the past, but Helen is the best in my opinion.
I met her in a large studio in San Francisco.  She was wearing a long
flowing red robe that hid her beautiful body.  When she took the robe off,
she told me that she was going to try out a new bikini on me.  It was lovely
on her.  She is intelligent, has a flawless body, and loves to wrestle guys
into submission.  I asked that she work me over and inflict as much pain as
she could, as long as there were no serious injuries or bruises.
Before the match she was friendly and gorgeous.  She wanted to make sure
that I could handle this kind of session.  I told her that when I tapped
out, she did not have to let me out of the hold.  She told me to fight back
as hard as I could.

The match.

I don't remember all the details of the match, so I will list a few
highlights that I remember.
Helen was so strong and so skilled, I had no chance from the start.  She
immediately got me in this thing called a triangle choke.  I was helpless in
less than a minute.  She increased the pressure, but I did not want to give
up.  She started weakening me right then and there, slowly tearing me apart
piece by piece.  She got tired of this hold, and squeezed so hard, I gave up
in an instance.
Next she somehow got my neck between her legs and squeezed me some more.
The worst (best) part was that Helen taunted me each time she got me in a
hold. I tapped out and she shook her head no, and said "I would never tap
out like that, and I'm a girl." Needless to say, that got me mad.  I tried
so hard to get out.  She saw this coming and taunted me some more.  She said
"Get our or I'll squeeze harder."  I tried and tried.  Each time I
struggled, I was getting weaker and weaker.
She always kept the advantage.  She did joint locks, a lot of leg scissors
to my neck, head and stomach.  Many times she would do two holds at once.
She was always causing me great pain.  By the half way point, I was so weak
and intimidated that it was hard to continue.  But I struggled on, because
she kept taunting me with that wicked smile.
About this time, she put on some boxing or grappling gloves and wanted to
start another round.  I faced her and tried to take her down. I thought I
might have a chance because she could not grip me as well when those gloves
were on.  But she was able to take me down, and started to pound my head
with her fists.  I heard ringing and asked her to tone it down a little.
(She did tone it down immediately, at least to my head.)  She started
hitting me all over my body with these open palm slaps with those gloves on.
I didn't know what to do.  The pain was intense and I just covered my
body.  Then she started slapping my head.  When I covered my head, she would
slap my body again.  Sometimes she would punch me in the gut so hard.  I
think I started to cry at this time.  Most women I wrestled would stop at
this time. Not Helen.  She kept beating me with those powerful gloves.  I
don't know how long this part of the session lasted, but at the end of it, I
was sprawled out flat on my stomach on the mat.  I don't know how long this
part of the session lasted, but it seemed like an eternity.  She asked if I
wanted to wrestle or box next.  I was hurting so bad, I told her we could
wrestle some more.  I didn't want to  feel the sting of those gloves any
more.
So we shifted back to wrestling.  She immediately got my neck trapped in a
leg scissors again.  She flashed that wicked grin and asked me if I wanted
her to make me pass out.  I tried to shake my head no.  I was so fearful of
her. She respected my limits, but was so strong and so wicked. She kept the
pressure on for a long time, and finally let me go.
There was about five minutes left for our match.  She stood up and motioned
me to stand up.  I stood and faced her.  I was so tired, I was swaying back
and forth on my feet.  I think she was playing with me, because she didn't
go for a hold right away.  I tried to get her down, but all she did was turn
and avoid me.  Believe it or not, after a short time, I got totally
exhausted just by trying to get her down.  Finally she took me down and got
me in another painful hold.
Then she said the most humiliating comment of the night.  She said she had a
girl that wrestled  with her that was 5 feet tall and 105 pounds that could
kick my ass.  I said "No way".  She said "Yes she could".

Conclusion

It is now 5 days later and my neck and ribs are still sore.  My male ego is
shot.  I want to fight with that 5 foot wrestling girl so I can restore my
ego... But what if Helen is right......
Helen lined up a photographer who filmed the entire match.  I haven't had a
chance to view the video yet.  I'm sure some of the things I have written
aren't entirely accurate.  I will correct this account when I get to see
that video.
Helen says we can make a lot of money if we release that film, but I'm not
sure I want the world to see Helen work me over like that.....
As far as rating Helen,  She is at the top of my charts.  She is sexy,
strong, intelligent, and loves to wrestle.  She seems to like inflicting
pain on me. Although it may not seem like it, I tried as hard as I could to
beat Helen.
I will definitely see her again.