Our match was in her living room, and we'd start on our knees, facing one another, with our arms on the other's shoulders. She would let me push her back to the ground, while extending her right leg, and thus immobilizing my left leg (and what I could do, period). To this day, I'm still not sure exactly what she did, but I could never budge her leg or move mine. Eventually, there was nothing to do but try to pin her, but her arms were wiry strong and it wasn't easy to get complete control. When I finally could hold her arms down, she suddenly wrapped both legs around my ribs and put me in a scissors, which proved to be amazing. The first time, I yelped in pain and gave right away. The second time wasn't quite as bad, but I couldn't break her scissors and eventually had to give. She never gave, and never recognized a pin. She preferred submission wrestling, I guess.
Anyway, when it was time for the last match, I asked her to be the aggressor, and she surprised me by pushing me back when we locked up at the start, and forcing me to the ground (I think she cheated a little by getting off her knees for a bit more leverage). In a moment, she was on top of me, and in another moment, she had me in a neck scissors. I don't know how hard she was squeezing, but I had to give up right away. Only this time, she didn't let me go. She relaxed the pressure a bit and told me to lay still. Whenever I moved as much as a muscle (like a hand to feel her thigh muscle), she'd immediately apply unbearable pressure. After a few demonstrations, I became docile. She kept me in the hold for 5 or 10 minutes, and it was also pretty exciting. I wish I had asked her to be more aggressive from the start.
It was in my hotel suite on Park Avenue that I met Rose Mary Joyce in the Spring of 1995. She was a slim attractive woman in her mid to late 40s. She laid two thongs on the bed---one yellow, the other orange---and asked which I'd prefer her to wear. After that she was all business. Despite the weight difference---I'm estimating I had 70 pounds on her---she had no trouble taking me down to the mat. She is a deceptively strong lady. She said she had been a stunt woman.
She won all of the falls until midway through the hour. Then, while she was on her back, I managed to put her in a combination hammerlock (arm between her back and the floor) and cross body press. Never did I see a woman struggle so hard to prevent defeat. We were sweating profusely and I almost lost the hammerlock. I asked her to concede. She refused and continued to struggle but to no avail. Finally ---after what seemed an eternity--- she conceded the fall.
That was my mistake. The rest of the match was all
hers. As the match wore on, I grew weaker and she grew stronger.
A vicious streak came out in her as she delighted in making me give to
rough headscissors, figure fours, bodyscissors, arm wringers, and a variety
of submission holds which she applied beyond the point merely of my concession
but to the point of pain. At the end, she stood atop my chest in
a victory pose. She took great pleasure in her superiority.
I think she got off on her ability to beat a man. And she knew I
tried with every ounce of strength I could muster. The match went
beyond the point of fun. To her it was about her self gratification
and my humiliation. I've never called her again.