That mindfuck moment where you realise a much younger boy is stronger than you, and can do what they want with you! For me it was one of the first times I realised I'd never be a real man.
i fought him many times before this day. It was very balanced. About 50% wins on each side with very narrow scores.
But this peculiar day he totally overpowered me. We met may be twice more and i did better but i think he won again.
Then life separated our families and he lost the taste for wrestling.....
Yes i fought several pals boys from 7 or 8 y.o. to 15-16. Some of them where smaller, some bigger, some even.
You write that he was younger, smaller and lighter. What was approx your size difference ?
Did you guys ever get hard or touch each other in private parts during the fights ?
What a great story...enjoyed reading this! Well written, descriptive, and rivals the pro wrestling of that time period. Thank you for sharing. I will read it all again.
I enjoyed your posting! Very excellent descriptions of fight scenes that brings the reader right into it. Understandably, since you are French, you don't write exactly the way English speaker would, but still very understandable and very good!
Story of one of my fights against a young Cousin against whom I was wrestling in his game room
He was smaller, lighter, younger...but much more technically gifted to redo the (or at least imitate as best as possible) prowrestling holds & blows seen on French tv
One day around my 13th birthday we met again 6 months after the previous time
I was starting my teenage growth when, at 11, he was still a weakling.
I told myself that with the difference in size now clearly in my favor I was finally going to give him a beating (and not a very tight score like in most of our fights so far)
As soon as the two of us entered his playroom, I approached him, arrogant and proud, showing him that I was almost a head taller with my arms outstretched showing my muscles and boasting. "So, kiddy , you must feel a little weak now" while spreading my arms even more. Which was tantamount to opening up all my guard to him completely and imprudently...
My young cousin remained calm.....impassive....held my gaze for 2 or 3 seconds with a slight smirk that seemed
make fun of my attitude of "kakou" (boastful) showing his muscles and his superior size by coming to taunt him 10 cm from his body.....
Then suddenly, at the speed of lightning, he gave me 2 little Atemis-like blows on the biceps and followed up with a blow to the stomach. It was not really painful blows...we didn't really fight violently...but rather movements intended to destabilize the opponent in order to then be able to follow up with a hold. The double atemis on the biceps surprised me and paralyzed me for a second not by pain but rather by its originality... its unexpected side. That was enough for my cousin to be able to place his cuff in the belly... not much more painful than the atemis on the biceps, but dosed perfectly to take my breath away slightly and make me lean forward by bringing my hands to my belly, which facilitated a head lock on my neck.. followed by a sweep of my legs to make me fall to the ground where, only half realizing what was happening to me... I did not react to the transformation of the head lock with the scissor arm at the blow between his
2 bottoms of the 2 thighs (practically at the knees...very slightly above). He had very good athletic muscles in both legs...not huge but hard and bulging. When he took you in a scissor with...it was a hassle to get out of it. On this one, of course, he took malicious pleasure in forcing the scissor a little more than usual....with a smile that spoke clearly and which I immediately translated: "So my big cousin...is that's how you make me eat the carpet....go give up or you're the one who's going to eat it....." The hold was a real scissor of painful and suffocating ...a true submission hold... I didn't last long before to beg .... "stop Christian ... I surrender" ... He let go .... I massaged my neck and I said .... so as not to lose face and find a capacity: "ok.. 1 to nill for you....but it was only a 1st round" I still hoped to take my revenge in round 2 and to play my size in the 3rd round to win the match.
2nd round
I raise my arms in front of me open hands and fingers provoking him in a test of strench (hands crossed face to face) It's a clash of biceps, each trying to turn the opponent's handles to dominate him and force him to go down to the carpet
I provoke him on the field of pure force, the only one where I have shown myself the most effective against him since we have fun "prowrestling" (pro wrestling imitation would be the more exact term) and which should remain my main asset with the beginnings of my teenage growth
Curiously I see him accept this challenge of pure strength without trying to trick to slip towards any blow or another hold
I even see him raise his arms in front of mine and begin to interlock his fingers with mine, on his lips that new little smile, a tad mocking ...... that should have given me a hint!
No sooner have I started to force than I feel an unusual strength and resistance from him.
I'm starting to understand ....... this fucking bastard has continued to progress technically for 6 months that we haven't seen each other, but he has probably worked a lot athletically, especially the upper body and arms and forearm.. I take a look at it to see that they have not grown much but that they are more prominent, much better drawn and seem very hard
And I feel that for the first time between us..... in this particular duel...... this kind of match within the match...... it might turn sour for me.
Indeed ... a few seconds later, I feel my wrists weaken and begin to turn under the pressure exerted by Christian. He flips them over and grimacing at the twist I begin to lower my knees to the floor. I am flabbergasted, this weakling is dominating me in this key duel of any wrestling match.
I expect to see him follow up with a dropout hold like a scissor to the neck.....or whatever, but he just makes me tip over backwards to lie with my back to the mat and his knees on my to follow up very classically by coming to rest his knees on my shoulders in a traditional fall grip called the "School boy Pin" I try to unseat him with vertical pelvis blows, but this time he holds much better than in our previous fights and he nails my shoulders perfectly to the mat and my forearms with his hands.....with ever bigger lips he starts counting ONE ..TWO...THREE... And to my surprise it doesn't stop there , as we did usually….continuing the count to 10……. Showing me who is now the boss of the ring between the two of us
For me it's total humiliation.....I lose match two to nill....I'm hood. My younger cousin, smaller, lighter, younger….. comes and beats me down by 2 rounds at ZERO in a match he totally dominated from start to finish…for the 1st time since we started confront them both.
For the first time I left his game room with my head down, aware that I had just taken a bashing and that our relationship as "Amateur wrestlers wrestlers" had just experienced a complete upheaval.
Ticklish (0)
2022-12-06 07:40Heee! Reminds me of my younger days.
That mindfuck moment where you realise a much younger boy is stronger than you, and can do what they want with you! For me it was one of the first times I realised I'd never be a real man.
Norwayman (0)
2022-10-25 18:08Great story :)
Did you fight him other times ? (Story)
Did you ever fight other younger and smaller boys ? (Story)
gegcatch (0)
2022-10-29 16:09(Som svar till detta)
hi
i fought him many times before this day. It was very balanced. About 50% wins on each side with very narrow scores.
But this peculiar day he totally overpowered me. We met may be twice more and i did better but i think he won again.
Then life separated our families and he lost the taste for wrestling.....
Yes i fought several pals boys from 7 or 8 y.o. to 15-16. Some of them where smaller, some bigger, some even.
Norwayman (0)
2022-11-03 10:42(Som svar till detta)
You write that he was younger, smaller and lighter. What was approx your size difference ?
Did you guys ever get hard or touch each other in private parts during the fights ?
gegcatch (0)
2022-11-04 05:40(Som svar till detta)
I only rembember i was taller than him. May be half a head. Forgot sizes and weights.
We only wrestled applying mainly submission holds.
Blazer (30 )
2022-10-18 19:08What a great story...enjoyed reading this! Well written, descriptive, and rivals the pro wrestling of that time period. Thank you for sharing. I will read it all again.
jwest1111 (0)
2022-10-18 18:25I enjoyed your posting! Very excellent descriptions of fight scenes that brings the reader right into it. Understandably, since you are French, you don't write exactly the way English speaker would, but still very understandable and very good!
gegcatch (0)
2022-10-18 16:04Story of one of my fights against a young Cousin against whom I was wrestling in his game room
He was smaller, lighter, younger...but much more technically gifted to redo the (or at least imitate as best as possible) prowrestling holds & blows seen on French tv
One day around my 13th birthday we met again 6 months after the previous time
I was starting my teenage growth when, at 11, he was still a weakling.
I told myself that with the difference in size now clearly in my favor I was finally going to give him a beating (and not a very tight score like in most of our fights so far)
As soon as the two of us entered his playroom, I approached him, arrogant and proud, showing him that I was almost a head taller with my arms outstretched showing my muscles and boasting. "So, kiddy , you must feel a little weak now" while spreading my arms even more. Which was tantamount to opening up all my guard to him completely and imprudently...
My young cousin remained calm.....impassive....held my gaze for 2 or 3 seconds with a slight smirk that seemed
make fun of my attitude of "kakou" (boastful) showing his muscles and his superior size by coming to taunt him 10 cm from his body.....
Then suddenly, at the speed of lightning, he gave me 2 little Atemis-like blows on the biceps and followed up with a blow to the stomach. It was not really painful blows...we didn't really fight violently...but rather movements intended to destabilize the opponent in order to then be able to follow up with a hold. The double atemis on the biceps surprised me and paralyzed me for a second not by pain but rather by its originality... its unexpected side. That was enough for my cousin to be able to place his cuff in the belly... not much more painful than the atemis on the biceps, but dosed perfectly to take my breath away slightly and make me lean forward by bringing my hands to my belly, which facilitated a head lock on my neck.. followed by a sweep of my legs to make me fall to the ground where, only half realizing what was happening to me... I did not react to the transformation of the head lock with the scissor arm at the blow between his
2 bottoms of the 2 thighs (practically at the knees...very slightly above). He had very good athletic muscles in both legs...not huge but hard and bulging. When he took you in a scissor with...it was a hassle to get out of it. On this one, of course, he took malicious pleasure in forcing the scissor a little more than usual....with a smile that spoke clearly and which I immediately translated: "So my big cousin...is that's how you make me eat the carpet....go give up or you're the one who's going to eat it....." The hold was a real scissor of painful and suffocating ...a true submission hold... I didn't last long before to beg .... "stop Christian ... I surrender" ... He let go .... I massaged my neck and I said .... so as not to lose face and find a capacity: "ok.. 1 to nill for you....but it was only a 1st round" I still hoped to take my revenge in round 2 and to play my size in the 3rd round to win the match.
2nd round
I raise my arms in front of me open hands and fingers provoking him in a test of strench (hands crossed face to face) It's a clash of biceps, each trying to turn the opponent's handles to dominate him and force him to go down to the carpet
I provoke him on the field of pure force, the only one where I have shown myself the most effective against him since we have fun "prowrestling" (pro wrestling imitation would be the more exact term) and which should remain my main asset with the beginnings of my teenage growth
Curiously I see him accept this challenge of pure strength without trying to trick to slip towards any blow or another hold
I even see him raise his arms in front of mine and begin to interlock his fingers with mine, on his lips that new little smile, a tad mocking ...... that should have given me a hint!
No sooner have I started to force than I feel an unusual strength and resistance from him.
I'm starting to understand ....... this fucking bastard has continued to progress technically for 6 months that we haven't seen each other, but he has probably worked a lot athletically, especially the upper body and arms and forearm.. I take a look at it to see that they have not grown much but that they are more prominent, much better drawn and seem very hard
And I feel that for the first time between us..... in this particular duel...... this kind of match within the match...... it might turn sour for me.
Indeed ... a few seconds later, I feel my wrists weaken and begin to turn under the pressure exerted by Christian. He flips them over and grimacing at the twist I begin to lower my knees to the floor. I am flabbergasted, this weakling is dominating me in this key duel of any wrestling match.
I expect to see him follow up with a dropout hold like a scissor to the neck.....or whatever, but he just makes me tip over backwards to lie with my back to the mat and his knees on my to follow up very classically by coming to rest his knees on my shoulders in a traditional fall grip called the "School boy Pin" I try to unseat him with vertical pelvis blows, but this time he holds much better than in our previous fights and he nails my shoulders perfectly to the mat and my forearms with his hands.....with ever bigger lips he starts counting ONE ..TWO...THREE... And to my surprise it doesn't stop there , as we did usually….continuing the count to 10……. Showing me who is now the boss of the ring between the two of us
For me it's total humiliation.....I lose match two to nill....I'm hood. My younger cousin, smaller, lighter, younger….. comes and beats me down by 2 rounds at ZERO in a match he totally dominated from start to finish…for the 1st time since we started confront them both.
For the first time I left his game room with my head down, aware that I had just taken a bashing and that our relationship as "Amateur wrestlers wrestlers" had just experienced a complete upheaval.