Layla Pavarotti Session Wrestler part 3 
by Madman
The Return of Harry Cox  
 
 
Author's Note - The more astute readers may have inferred from the title
that there exists a story that precedes this one.  It can be found in the
madman author bookshelf  in this site "Session with Harry Cox."  As
usual, all descriptions of characters and events in this story are
totally fictitious.  However, most of the words used to describe them can
be found in Webster's Dictionary.
 
 
Layla here again with another account of a recent session.  My session
business has been going well and I have been getting a lot of requests
for repeat sessions with former clients.  I like the repeat sessions for
several reasons.  First of all, I know the guy will   show up avoiding
the problem of no-shows.  Also, I already know what kind of session he
wants so it is easier to prepare.  I take pride in knowing that they
enjoyed their session so much that they would want to have another one
with me.  Sessions are more fun for me, as well, when the client is
enjoying it.
 
Recently I have been studying another martial arts form called Mieso
Gotyu.  This is an ancient Chinese form that dates back to the times of
Confucius.  It is primarily a mental discipline that stresses
concentration and focus.   After all, it was Confucius who said
"Cross-eyed teacher cannot control pupils."  Its combat techniques
resemble origami with people.
 
I received an email the other day from a former client, Harry Cox.  I had
a horrible session with him before when he refused to accept "no" for an
answer regarding sex during his session.  He apologized profusely for his
behavior and admitted that he deserved the harsh treatment that he
received.  He said that he would be traveling to Lincoln, Nebraska on
business at the same time that I was going to be in that town and that he
would like to have another session  He promised to behave properly and
even sent me flowers as a peace offering.  It was a clever way that he
sent me the flowers as I keep my address private.  Attached to his email
was a card from the Flower Express Company.  It contained a confirmation
code number.  I contacted the company with my code and address and they
delivered a lovely bouquet.  I thought the apology and the flowers were
sweet.  Everyone is entitled to a mistake so I agreed to meet him at his
hotel.
 
Everything appeared to be in fine order when I arrived at his hotel
room.  Harry had already arranged the mattress and bedding on the floor
and leaned the metal bed frame up against the wall to give us enough
space.  While not a handsome man, Harry looked well groomed and
presentable in jogging shorts and a clean white tee shirt.  On the small
bistro set was a bottle of wine, assorted cheeses and some strawberries. 
We sat for a few minutes to enjoy them and had a very pleasant
conversation.  He asked intelligent questions concerning both my serious
tournament and session wrestling and seemed genuinely interested in the
answers..  Perhaps I misjudged Harry and he just had the wrong idea of
what occurs during a session last time.  Maybe this time I would treat
him to a few special session techniques such as face sitting and breast
smothering in addition to my normal wrestling and jujitsu moves.  I knew
that he would not be a real challenge for me, so this could be a more
relaxed and mellow session.
 
After changing into my two piece bikini outfit, I crouched down on the
mattress to begin the session.  I heard a noise from behind me and
suddenly my arms were being restrained from behind.  Someone had jumped
out of the closet and grabbed me.  Harry moved in and threw a combination
of punches into my exposed stomach and head,  Then, like a James Bond
villain, he stepped back to gloat.
 
His smile was replaced by a snarl as he proclaimed "Now you're going to
get it bitch.  Nobody gets away with what you did to me,"
 
I stomped down hard with my heel on the instep of my unseen attacker,
then pivoted and drove my elbow into his gut.  This gave me a chance to
break away and assess my situation.  The other guy was about six foot
tall and maybe 190 pounds, in his mid-thirties and looked to be in good
shape.  If Cox had pressed his advantage further when he had it, I could
have been in real trouble.  Thank goodness his macho stupidity had given
me a chance.
 
"Well, we'll just have to see about that" I replied to give me a little
time to plot my strategy.  When fighting two opponents, it is best not to
let them get you between them.  The small room and the mattress on the
floor prevented me from moving to the outside of both of them.  So I
backed up into the corner by the door to prevent giving them both
opportunity at the same time.  Harry informed me that the other man was
his friend Doug, a former Golden Gloves boxer.  As Doug moved toward me
in a boxing stance, I was fully aware that boxing is not a very effective
fighting form as it uses only the fists and attacks only the upper body. 
Still, I had to be careful because if he landed  a lucky good punch, I
could be in a tough situation.  I also wanted to get past Doug and attack
Harry.  When fighting two opponents, it is better to take out the weaker
one first in order to concentrate more fully on the stronger one.
 
I Ieinted a punch to Doug's head.  As he raised his hands to block, I
jumped and delivered a hard front kick to his belly.  When he doubled
over, I gave him a karate chop to the back of his neck and moved out of
the corner toward Cox.  I grabbed his wrist and whipped him into the
wall.  His left shoulder rammed into the bed frame and he yelped while
staggering and holding his shoulder.  I was concerned about the noise so
I turned on the radio that was on the night table.  Britney Spears was
warbling "Hit me baby one more time" and I decided to follow her advice.
 
Dealing with the occasional jerk goes with the territory of engaging in
session wrestling.  However, running into a situation where clients are
actually trying to hurt me is quite another thing.  This was obviously
unacceptable and I intended to make them both pay dearly for their
attempt.
 
Doug was now standing and starting to recover so I rushed over to him
while he was still dazed.  Keeping my fingers extended and stiff, I
thrust the tips into his throat.  As he doubled over gagging, I pulled
his head down from behind and shot my knee up into his jaw.  He crumpled
to the floor so I decided to go back to the primary instigator, Harry.  I
laced my arms around his left arm and locked them in by grasping my right
wrist with my left hand.  Then I jerked back to continue the attack on
his left shoulder.  I threw him face down on the mattress while hanging
on to his arm and continuing to work on his shoulder.  I was laying
perpendicular over him while punishing his shoulder even though he was
beginning to cry.  His attempt to injure me was going to bounce back at
him big time and I could hear his ligaments stretch and tear.
 
Now the radio was playing ZZ Top's "She's got legs and she knows how to
use them."  It sounded like a good idea so while maintaining my shoulder
lock on Harry, I reached back with my legs and applied a triangle choke
on Doug.  This was not difficult to do as Doug was still very groggy and
unable to resist.  His long neck made it easy for me to snake my legs
around his already damaged throat.  Now I could hear Doug gagging as I
tightened up on his neck as well as the whimpering of Harry and the
music.  It made for a most unique trio of sounds.  I pushed down
on Harry's arm and arched my back to get better leverage for the triangle
scissors choke.  In a matter of seconds, I felt Doug's body go limp and I
knew he was unconscious.
 
I got up to change back into my street clothes.  Glancing at the clock, I
observed that the whole fight had lasted only a few minutes.  This had
not been a leisurely session, it had been a real fight.  I was still
seething over their attempted attack and decided to leave some marks on
them that their co-workers and families would notice and question.  Upon
emerging from the restroom, I noticed that Doug was starting to come
around.  I straddled him and slapped his face a few times to fully awaken
him.  I wanted him to be aware of and to feel the rest of his pounding. 
Then I started throwing hard punches into his exposed face.  I must have
hit him forty or fifty times before he passed out again.  He would have
two black eyes as well as a bloody nose and mouth to remind him of our
meeting.
 
Now it was time to finish off Mr Cox.  I was even more upset with him as
he was the mastermind of the foiled revenge scheme.  He was laying on the
mattress moaning and holding his injured left shoulder.  I pulled his
right hand away and straddled him, making sure that my knee was digging
into that shoulder.  Harry screamed loudly as I delivered the same type
of punching barrage to his face as I had with Doug.  I was becoming
concerned that the noise might bring hotel security to the room to
investigate.  Quickly, I continued the pummeling and Harry became quiet
as he passed out from the power of my blows and his intense pain.  I
threw several more punches even after he passed out and knocked out one
of his teeth.  His face looked like raw hamburger as I got up and rinsed
the blood from my hands.
 
Then I quickly exited the room and walked toward the elevator to leave
the hotel.  When the elevator opened, two uniformed security officers
walked out.  I smiled at them and said"Good afternoon gentlemen as
I proceeded into the elevator.  My work in this hotel was obviously done
for this day.