Wrestling Beast's blog

I have found a wrestling buddy. This guy loves to wrestle as much as I do, can host, and has had lots of matches. He is a bit of a drive, but the trip is well worth it. I have met him three times and each time was better than the last.

When we meet, we usually have about three hours together. We wrestle in his basement, which while small has just enough room for our needs. He has a spare mattress and a futon cover which we wrestle on.

We have enormous respect and esteem for each other, so when after we strip down we hold each other tight in a long embrace. After some time, which allows me to relax after a long drive, we begin the struggle. Since his basement is small and the ceiling is low, we start on our knees or lower.

Since there has been no third person present, we wrestle for a submission. Also, I'm a very big boy and wrestling for pins would be kind of boring. When a good, painful submission is earned and some time has past, we relax in an embrace. Sometimes we talk, othertimes we just enjoy each others' presence.

We had our latest match in the late morning to early afternoon. It was in the early 80 degrees outside and his basement did not have air conditioning. I was glad for that, as the air conditioner should be the last resort. He brought a fan down in case we needed it. I really did not want to use that either, unless we had to.

My friend sweats buckets when he exerts himself. I wanted him to sweat so he could help me get slick too. I feel that I have to push my physical limits when I wrestle, and my friend is always game to help me out. Soon its as if I am wrestling a red hot kettle, and I bet I feel very warm to.

So we wrestle, embrace, wrestle, embrace, on and on. Because it is hot out and its my preference, we are clad in nothing but briefs. When we are getting close to the end of our three hour session, we start the grand finale. Up to this point, the matches have been competitive but almost all one-sided, as I am along bigger than my friend and I can heel.

Having nothing to prove, I allow to let my friend get in some licks. We are both pretty tired and really shiny from all that wrestling. So, we stand up and I let him punch my gut. At first, I let him pummel me without any response, but as that gets boring after awhile I go on the attack.

I try to take him down to the ground, and it is really hard to do. My friend is no lightweight, and my feet are on a pair of uneven mattresses. I need to take him down, but safely. I don't want to hurt him or me with a bad fall or by crashing into the furniture. Meanwhile he is resisting and continuing to tenderize my gut.

If I can get him to the ground, then it often is business as usual. Sometimes I don't go for a submission and we both get up after a bit. If I can't get him down, then I usually brace myself against the wall to help withstand the barrage that is coming. It may not look hard to a third person, but eventually those punches begin to hurt. If it gets too much, I will try to lock him up. Sometimes I bend at the waist and he will fire uppercuts into it. He will claw at my generous spare tire and sqeeze with both hands. He even likes to headbutt my gut, using his head as a battering ram.

After about ten to thirteen minutes, we are looking pretty ragged and feeling totally spent. Could I go on for longer? Sure could, but time has run out and we both have obligations tomorrow. I put a few pictures up in the gallery taken of this last part of the match. When we call it quits by mutual agreement, we have one last embrace, then I put my shirt, shorts and shoes back on and leave perfectly content. The memories will stay with me for a long time, and I hope that our next match will be just as good.