By T. Trolley

Submission matches where one woman must force her opponent to give up to win
the match are the most exciting to me because, to win the match, one woman
must beat her opponent not only physically but mentally as well.

A woman who is pinned in a high school or college scholastic match may lose
physically, but her fighting spirit and will to win may come out intact -- as
well as her pride. The old phrase "broken but unbowed" is an apt description of
a woman who gets pinned in a scholastic bout. After all, she may have been
beaten physically but even after the match she may still have a lot of fight in
her. In her mind, she was never really beaten totally.

But that isn't the case in a submissions match. In this kind of match, the
winner must not only overcome her opponent physically but also destroy her will
to fight, convincing her through sheer physical dominance that it is
impossible for her to win and useless for her to continue the fight. She must convince
her opponent that resistance is futile to such an extent by exercising
physical superiority to such an extent that it begins to become not only physical
dominance but dominance of sheer will as well, squashing her fighting spirit.

But a submissions match where the woman must verbally give up is something
even greater. It's one thing to tap out. Somehow, you get to save some dignity
and pride if you surrender by tapping out. It's not nearly so humiliating as
being forced to "say" it. But when you force an opponent to verbally submit, she
is voicing what is coming from her heart -- complete defeat and helplessness.

But in the midst of that verbal acknowledgement of defeat, you get to "hear
between the lines." The gasping "I give!", the sobbing submission, the tearful
surrender, the painful, shrieking, agonized words, of "I give up!" tell so
much more what is going on with the opponent and the audience as well as the
victor gets to hear it with their own ears. Even the slightly cracking voice tells
the audience so much more than a simple tap out does.

A verbal submission strikes to the core of the opponent's pride and ego,
forcing her to swallow it and admit her adversary has thoroughly beaten her both
physically and mentally to the point that she realizes it is hopeless for her
to continue.

Generally, that's the way I feel. But what happens when your special someone,
or significant other, or wife for that matter, is caught in a submission hold
and is desperately trying to maintain her dignity by refusing to submit in
front of you but desperately wants to get out of her tortuous predicament -- and
you are the referee?

Believe it or not, I actually found myself in that predicament many years
ago.

I had just graduated from college and was working as a security guard at an
amusement park when I met Sue. She was a very cute, perky blonde with
medium-length straight blonde hair, brown eyes and a cute figure. The good thing was,
this very pretty girl fell head over heels for me (why, I'll never know). This
girl really wanted to go out with me and even went to the extent to leave
notes on my car window on how I could get to her house to pick her up for a date.

But the bad thing was, she was just 17 years old and, I felt, just a bit
young for me.

I went off to grad school as she entered her senior year in high school. When
she finally got into college, I decided to go out with her and she gladly
accepted. However, I wasn't all that enamored with her. Yeah, she looked great,
but she was pretty immature and talked about real frivolous things that bored
me.

I didn't call her again and, after grad school, I met Shawn several years
later.

Shawn had been through a very tough life, living in a lower middle class
neighborhood in a small town in Iowa with limited income potential. She got in
with the wrong crowd soon after she graduated from high school and ended
up being prosecuted. The only thing that saved her from a long jail term was
the judge's pity, who sent her to a rehabilitation center. But while there,
Shawn buckled down and became a model citizen and, after only a year,
graduated from the program and had her record expunged.

She was 22 years old when I met her -- ironically, the same age Sue was. A
few months later, we were married. She was a brunette with brown eyes, about
5-3, weighed about 140 lbs. and looked like Farah Fawcett -- if you added about
30 lbs. Sue was much more attractive, but Shawn had a vivaciousness that was
very attractive to me.

She also had a temper that was unbelieveable. If anything didn't go her way,
you could literally watch her come to a boil. Her face would redden and her
eyes would bulge out. I often wondered what would happen if she ever lost
complete control.

Shawn and Susan had become acquaintances over time. I don't know what Susan
thought about me marrying Shawn because it really didn't matter to me. Our
relationship never really developed because I didn't let it get very far. Of
course, the ironic thing about all this was that Susan -- the girl I thought was
too young for me at the time -- was the same age as Shawn, the woman I married.

One day, I went into the bedroom and noticed Shawn and Susan, who came over
to help Shawn clean the house, were both laughing and playing around, pushing
at and teasing each other as they were changing the linens. Suddenly, both
women fell on the bed at the same time next to each other on their sides!

I saw my chance! Shawn and I had been watching professional wrestling for
awhile and had become familiar with it. Since she had become somewhat of a fan, I
thought she might be willing to try it on the spur of the moment. So, seeing
the opportunity there and thinking quickly, I grabbed the two women by the
wrists, threw them together and yelled, "Wrestle!"

Shawn was wearing her long blue sleeved shirt. She and the blonde both looked
at each other and, suddenly, took on the challenge and began to wrestle on
the bed!

They at first were just play wrestling, but slowly their natural competitive
natures began to come out and I noticed that the fooling around was
disappearing and the desire to win was taking over!

I watched as Shawn slowly got on top. Shawn was tough and knew naturally how
to fight, having been raised with three brothers. But, suddenly as Shawn was
on top, her eyes for some reason began to bug out!

Sue had her arms around Shawn and had her in a bearhug around the upper chest
and was really squeezing Shawn hard with that bearhug! It shocked me!

I yelled out, "Shawn! She's got you in a bearhug! Give up?" But I soon found
out that the bearhug wasn't Shawn's big trouble. Shawn was seemingly trying to
get away from Susan's bearhug when I noticed Susan's left thigh in the air
near Shawn's body!

"If those legs are locked, Shawn's in big trouble!" I thought! I looked at
Susan's ankles and, sure enough, they were locked! Susan had Shawn in a body
scissors as well as a bearhug!

Shawn began to struggle and gasp as Susan squeezed the air out of her lungs!
I suddenly realized that Shawn's eyes may have widened when Sue must have
purposely rolled her over on top of her and got her in the scissors rather than
just the bearhug! It was hard to say. But whatever the case, Shawn was now
trapped between the thighs of Susan and getting crushed in that bearhug!

Shawn was kicking and began groaning, trapped in the two crushing holds!
Shawn somehow managed to get to the bottom of the bed after escaping the bearhug
and was now desperate to escape! However, Shawn was in bad shape from getting
her ribs squeezed and the air forced out of her lungs by Susan's powerful
thighs!

Shawn managed to get her feet on the floor near the bottom of the bed and
desperately tried to pry Susan's thighs from around her waist as they squeezed
her like a huge boa around her tummy! But by now, Susan had alomost squeezed out
every bit of air and fight left in Shawn!

Shawn, standing, was face to face with me as she stood at the bottom of the
bed. The legs of Susan were wrapped around her waist and belly like a large
belt!

Shawn looked at me as Susan continued to squeeze her! Shawn was beginning to
slip into unconsciousness! I was proud of Shawn. My cute wife was refusing to
surrender to the overwhelming power of Susan's legs around her belly, despite
me continually asking her if she wanted to quit!

But Shawn was helpless! She looked at me but her eyes were mere slits as she
stumbled around on the floor, seemingly being led around even on the floor by
Susan's strong legs that were squeezing her!

Suddenly, a weak smile appreared on Shawn's face! I pointed at Shawn and
again asked, "Shawn, do you give up?" Shawn saw my hand and instinctively reached
out for it as though it were a lifeline. But then I noticed her pucker up her
sweet lips and act as though she were about to kiss my hand -- as though she
was paying obeisance to me before Susan wiped her out!

But our hands never touched. Susan had her own head leaning over the right
side of the bed as Shawn stumbled around, trying to keep her feet. But as I
watched, Susan suddenly used her powerful thighs to twist Shawn around and then
roll Shawn back onto the bed -- back first!

What a display of strength by Susan! It was as though she corkscrewed Shawn
halfway around and then forced her back on the bed -- right where she wanted
her and in the exact position she needed her to be to finish her off!

I knew it was over for Shawn now. I knew it and I'm sure that Shawn knew it
as well. I stood over the nearly motionless Shawn as Susan squeezed Shawn as
hard as she could, removing the last bit of air from Shawn's lungs!

I felt bad for Shawn. I knew she didn't want to give up in front of me, yet I
also knew she was looking for a face-saving way out. So I decided to tell
Shawn her options -- poor as they were.

"Shawn, you can say, `I give!' or `Uncle!' or you can just wave your right
hand," I said calmly to my beaen wife as I heard Shawn loudly moan in reaction
to the pressure Susan put on her waist with those unbelieveably strong thighs.

Shawn was a proud woman. She hadn't given up the entire match, despite what
Susan had done to her! But suddenly, Shawn looked up at me and gasped, "What if
I just did this?"

She slowly put up her right arm as her body quivered under the intense
pressure being placed on it by Susan's gorgeous thighs! Then, almost unconscious,
Shawn waved her right arm back and forth -- signaling her surrender!

I yelled, "That's it, Susan! My wife has given up! You've proven you're more
woman than she is!"