A Session With Gabrielle
By TomNine


At 2:15pm on 28 April 2000 I entered Gabrielle's hotel room in downtown
Washington DC.   I'm starting my account of our session five hours
later.  My ribs feel like somebody took a Louisville Slugger to them.
My head feels like it's been in a vise.  My neck will probably be sore
for a few days.  In other words, Gabrielle lived up to her reputation.

I was first aware of Gabrielle soon after I got on line and started
researching the subject of women who wrestle men for money, early in
1997.   Her height was enough to catch my attention and her supermodel
good looks were more than enough to keep my interest.  When my research
went public with the opening of my message board on Diana the Valkyrie's
site it wasn't long before reports started trickling in.  Gabrielle
moved up to the number one slot of my must-wrestle list at least two
years before I met her.  It was just a matter of waiting until she came
to my neck of the woods.

When she finally got her own website http://www.vegasamazon.com 
and e-mail address I was quick to invite her to the
DC/Baltimore area.  Her response was very positive, but at that time she
traveled very rarely, and mostly just to New York.  Finally, her DC trip
was announced and we began corresponding via e-mail to plan an
appointment.

I arranged my session with Gabrielle entirely through e-mail and the
date was set a few weeks in advance.  I gave her very little guidance
about what I wanted out of the session, but I know she took a look at my
site and other reviews.  I was more interested in finding out what she
thought I would like in a session.  We didn't correspond very much but
her e-mails were very pleasant, she made a point to flatter me with how
excited she was to finally meet THE TomNine.  (I get very little
mileage from my visible position as a fan, so I appreciate it when any
of the ladies mention it.)

As the date approached there were just a few last e-mails to confirm the
time, her fee (a below-par $275) and what name she would be checked in
as.  This last point is kind of important, especially with women like
Gabrielle who don't promote themselves under a full name that the hotel
reception desk will understand.  Her last name is posted on various
places on the web, including my own links page, but it's not on her
personal site anywhere. 

Our last e-mail exchange was just before she left for DC, then it was
the long wait until the appointment...

A few words about myself.  I'm 41 and weighed 248 lbs on the day I met
Gabrielle.  I like semicompetitive matches, hard but fun, where I can
really experience how strong a woman is while she overpowers me against
reasonable resistance from me. 

I took the day of the session, Friday, off from work because I worked
nights earlier in the week and I arranged a session starting at 2:15pm.
I drove to a suburban Metro station and took the subway downtown, giving
myself plenty of time.  Gabrielle stayed at the same hotel Jazzmon
Radford was at when I first met her, so there were some interesting
associations crossing my mind as I waited in the comfortable lobby for
the last few minutes to tick by.  I picked up the courtesy phone at
about 2:10  and the operator put me through to her room.  It was the
first time I heard Gabrielle's voice, and she gave me her room number
and told me to come right up.

Her room was at the end of the corridor on one of the upper floors, so
it took a while to get there.  This is always the moment when I am most
nervous, even on this, my 23rd session.

Upon Meeting

She opened the door soon after I knocked, dressed in the bikini she'd
soon wrestle in.  Once I entered there was a little hug and a kiss on
her cheek, then she told me she was surprised to see me since I hadn't
called earlier to confirm.  This was the start of a long string of
comments that she would make where I was never sure if she was just
"playing the game" or not.  The rollercoaster ride had begun, and I
wasn't even strapped in yet!

Let me describe her now.  At 6'1" in her bare feet she is a statuesque
beauty without towering over me.  (Note to self:  When we meet again,
ask Gabrielle to meet me at the door in miniskirt and heels.)   She has
the sleek, muscular lines of the female bodybuilders who dominated the
scene more than ten years ago.  She has a hardness and vascularity I
haven't seen on any woman except elite FBBs near contest shape.

I asked her weight and she estimated it at around 200 lbs even.  It was
almost the end of a busy trip for her, 22 sessions over three days and
two nights, and she believed she had lost quite a bit of weight since
she left Vegas.  I took some measurements at the end of the session,
here are the results:

Biceps - 15"
Thighs - 24"
Calves - 16.5"
Chest - 49"
Waist - 31"

She has smallish, natural breasts, adorned by some major body art.
Tattoos are a real turnoff to me so I kinda ignored that.

Facially she is very feminine and attractive.  Up close you could see
flaws of course; hey, she's no youngster and the many years of sports
and her low body fat are going to have an impact there.  She puts a lot
of effort into her hair and make-up to look her best, but in a good,
low-maintenance way.  Her voice was very nice too, feminine, smart, just
the slightest hint of a German accent.

Anyways, the pictures on the web accurately capture her sultry good
looks.  I hesitate to say she "looks better than her photos" but
confronting so much real woman in person, alone in her hotel room, is
always a more powerful experience than me clicking on thumbnails in my
apartment.

We spent a few minutes talking before getting to the wrestling.  I
didn't give many details about what I wanted from the session and she
didn't seek much direction.  I mentioned a few holds I didn't like, such
as chokes and stuff that cuts off my air supply, and she was pretty good
about avoiding these holds or at least stopping if I tapped out.  She
asked me if I was into scissors, and I said of course, though I stressed
that I like a variety of stuff.  (Note to self:  When I see Gabrielle,
stress again that I am not into pain.  It may not do any good, we'll
see.)

I was curious about how the trip was going for her and we talked briefly
about various aspects of the wrestling scene.  In an early e-mail I had
made a point of inviting her to dinner after the session and she
accepted with surprising enthusiasm, leaving a free hour between my
appointment and the next customer, her last one before returning to
Vegas.

The phone rang once during the session, very early on while we were
still talking.  She dismissed it with a scornful glance and we continued
the conversation.

The Match

The hotel room wasn't very large but Gabrielle had prepared a decent
wrestling area by moving all the furniture to one side and she placed
the bed spread over the open area of carpeting.

We started every fall on our knees  Gabrielle would often put on a
serious game face at the outset, usually accompanied by some sexy trash
talk.  When she was ready to make a move, she'd make it fast and hard.

I'd pretty much let Gabrielle make the first move and then I would just
respond to it, mostly hoping to avoid getting into a painful hold too
soon.  If I tried to stay up high she'd get me into some sort of
headlock, usually with her right arm.  These were painful enough, but
she usually would go directly to bulldogging me onto the floor.  I'd put
up a bit of a struggle, but there was never any escape and the path of
least resistance was to do what she wanted.   Once on my back I would
usually be in a good defensive position to avoid further holds, and as
the match progressed I would take more advantage of this.  This only
made Gabrielle work more aggressively to get me into a submission hold,
and it usually didn't take long.

I most enjoy the situation where I'm on my back just not being able to
budge the girl, but with Gabrielle there was always some pain involved.
After a taste of her grapevine I decided to avoid or break them when I
could.  Except for a few times when I was trapped in a bad position,
this was a consistant, if small, victory for me.  My knees are one of
the few body parts not sore right later, some slight rug-burn aside.

With Gabrielle there are no simple controlling pins, they are all
painful submission pins.  Much of this owes to her size and amazing
hardness.  One of the last holds in the match was a cross body pin, my
right arm between her legs, my left trapped by her arms.  I wouldn't
expect to escape from a hold like this from a girl as big and strong as
Gabrielle, but her hard abs put tremendous pressure on my face, really
hurting my jaw and nose.  Of course by then I was already reduced to one
big bruise.

If I went low when the fall began, that was just begging for a head
scissors.  I know the scissors freaks will want to know details of how
her reverse scissors differ from her forward scissors, etc., but to me it
was just a blur of frightening, skull-compressing, jaw-dislocating,
neck-stretching pain.  

I tapped out early and often, but this only told Gabrielle where
I thought my limits were.  She never released me from a scissors
right away, perhaps only easing up for a moment before taking it up
another notch.  From a few positions I felt I could slowly slip out of
the scissors,  especially later on when we were both slick with sweat,
but she usually  just repositioned me and got a better grip.

During the actual grappling I could usually avoid scissors but the ones
that got me by surprise were pretty bad, usually with me in an awkward
position, my ears pinned down wrong, that sort of thing.  The last time
this happened she got one of my arms in with my neck, commenting that
this would make it easier on me.  Needless to say it did not, my own arm
was crushed against my windpipe, cutting off my air supply pretty
effectively.  It was certainly the most helpless I've ever felt in a
session, both because of the pain and the genuine fear I had of being
taken too far.

While grappling she never got me into a good body scissors but a few
times she instructed me to place my body between her legs, high up and
on my side so I was facing her directly as she was on her side.  The
first time her grip was low, below my ribs and it wasn't that bad.  She
wanted me to lie straight on my side and the position was pretty
uncomfortable, but when I propped up on my elbow I could take pretty
much whatever she dished out.  She told me to get off my elbow, but she
really couldn't stop me from doing it. 

The next time was a bit higher, right at the bottom ribs.  This was very
painful no matter how I tried to change the angle of attack.  She was
way too big and strong for me to budge  The last body scissors like this
(done at my request!) was up even higher, right around the thickest part
of my ribcage.  I wasn't expecting her to put much force into this
position, but again I was screaming like a little girl.

I later asked her how much of her power she was putting behind the
scissors.  She said about 30% on the head scissors but she did take it
up to about 100% for the strongest surges on my body.  She added that
she could easily keep up that level for a full hour, though I can't
imagine too many guys who could take it.  This woman can cause serious
damage.

She mentioned a hurt tendon at one knee and apologized before-hand for
not giving me her best.  And this was after more than 20 sessions on a
hectic three-day two-night trip.  Yikes, I'd hate to see her healthy and
well-rested!  

Twice during the match I had her on her back while I was in basically
the same front body scissors but surprisingly little force was applied,
just like a nice big hug that I could take all day.  Of course she put
an end to that fast both times by throwing me aside so she could get
back atop me where she belonged.  (A possibly interesting comparison:
Sheila Burgess is still bragging about getting me to submit from a body
scissors when I was in this same position from above, so you never know
what will be a strong move for which wrestler at any given time.)

The only comparable body scissors I've been between were Nicole Bass's.
I'd argue that Nicole's had more pure power and she could quickly make
me submit from any angle, while grappling or not.  Gabrielle makes more
of an art of it, plus the mind-trip aspect takes it to another level.

Final Thoughts

I highly recommend Gabrielle for any competitive session, few women can
match her combination of size, strength, skill, aggressiveness and
personality.  Just be careful what you wish for.  With Gabrielle you
will get it, and more.   There was some face-sitting, which very
effectively smothered me, plus some far less successful breast smothers,
and while I found my entire experience with Gabrielle thrilling it was
one of the least sensual/erotic encounters I've had with a wrestler.  It
was mostly very serious fun, though there was some very sexy teasing as
I struggled under her control.  I've heard a few reports of more erotic
role-playing sessions with Gabrielle, but I only saw a glimpse of that
side of her.

Before the match I heard a lot about her and I thought I knew what to
expect, but her aggressiveness and the seeming joy she got from
demonstrating her dominance still took me by surprise.  It was a mental
disconnect for me to be brought to the point of genuine fear of being
badly hurt by such a lovely woman.

One of the major concerns of new folks is the threat of being injured in
a session.  I always advise that this is unlikely for several reasons:

1. Most of the touring women just aren't strong or skilled enough to
hurt an average guy who doesn't want to be hurt.

2. The experienced ladies have a good idea what we can take, and it is
not to their advantage to do any real damage.

Clearly, the first reason does not apply to Gabrielle.  I wasn't
fighting her off hard and I got into  most of the painful holds quite
willingly, but I have no doubt that even if I were fighting for my life
I would eventually have my ass kicked.  I could avoid some holds for a
while, Gabrielle is skilled but that is not her greatest strength.  Once
in her grip it was all over, and that wouldn't take long.

The second reason above does apply to Gabrielle, but she just likes to
take it to the edge more than any other woman I've met.  The only other
wrestler I've known who could match her in this way is Sonia Fernandes,
and Gabrielle is considerably bigger and stronger than Sonia, who may
have a slight edge in skill.  With Sonia, there was always the illusion
that I might be able to escape a hold and sometimes I did.  Except for a
few awkward moments, when Gabrielle was in charge she was SOLIDLY in
charge.

If I accidentally banged against the wall or a headlock started to slide
into a choke she would instantly ease up and show a clear concern.  This
is not a woman out of control, this is a wrestler keenly interested in
delivering what the customer wants.  She seems to take a personal
delight in dominating guys and there is a serious head game being played
with her, but I believe this is all meant to enhance the customer's
experience.  I asked her if she did less painful fantasy sessions, she
replied "But it's my fantasy to hurt you!"  

Anyways, the wrestling ended at around 3:30 and we both took a few
minutes to get ready to leave for something to eat.  She put on some
short shorts and a brief top and fixed her make-up quickly.  I exchanged
my wrestling clothes for a fresh tee shirt and underwear and threw on
the outer clothes I came in with, taking a glance in the bathroom mirror
to see if there were any visible signs of the battering I had just
taken.

She didn't have much time before her next session so we just went to the
hotel restaurant downstairs.  She was very pleasant to talk with, open
about her private life and the wrestling scene.  She also had some
questions for me about why I liked getting roughed up by a pretty girl,
which I probably didn't answer very well.  

The head games of the session were quickly put aside, and I found her
very sweet and sincere, grateful to have a job she enjoys and that pays
well.  Like most successful wrestlers I've met she showed a great
attitude towards her customers, the usual wackos being the exception of
course.  At no time while we were together did I ever feel that her
focus shifted away from making me happy, even when that meant inflicting
sharp pain.  

At about 4:15 she said she had to get ready for her next appointment,
with seeming regret at not being able to relax with me any longer.  With
one last hug and a kiss on the cheek she headed back to her room.

As I'm finishing this account 11 days have passed.  All the aches and
bruises have long healed.  I rank Gabrielle very highly in just about
every category I can think of, and I definitely plan to see her again
some day.

TomNine@webtv.net


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