Of all the people to stand between me and the semi finals it had to have been Ryan, the arrogant prick who happened to be as close to my skill level in wrestling as possible. I was half looking forward to facing off against him, the prospect of showing him up was a delightful one.
But the other half of me was terrified of losing to that dickhead. The thought of losing to him in front of other people was the most humileating one I could conjure up. Little did I know how humileating it could get.
I had spent the majority of the match tying him up in different holds and limb locks, listening to the satisfying grunts of pain and frustration he made as I dominated. This lasted for the better part of 20 minutes as I put everything I had into subduing him and he merely reacted, trying to take whatever I dished out. It wasnt until about that 20 minute mark that I realized how screwed I was.
Completely out of the blue, he sprang to life and went on the offensive, catching me off guard and powering me into a pin that was very difficult to get out of. He held it effortlessly as he had spent the last 20 minutes conserving his energy, and I had spent that time using almost all of mine. I was exhausted and he was completely tested.
In serious danger of being pinned, I used all the energy left in my body to squirm out. This resulted in me being on my stomach and him laying on top of me facing my feet, controlling my legs and clearly deciding what kind of submission to lock them in.
He grabbed my ankles and I swear I heard him chuckle, probably realizing for the first time that I had gone into the match barefoot. I felt him grab my toes on my left foot and use it to hold down the right one. I was expecting some kind of ankle lock, but then...
No! Oh fuck!
He was tickling me! I felt his fingers skitter agressively in the middle of my feet. I screamed out and started pounding on the mat! Somewhere I heard my self cry out "STOP!"
I heard him chuckle and ask why I went barefoot. And then he restarted tickling my feet even more methodically, really homing in on every spot that got the most tortured reactions. I started giggling and then blubbering, and then begging him for mercy. He was destroying me.
The audience was laughing awkwardly, I could tell they felt sorry for me but they found it too funny to be able to contain them selves.
I was being driven to insanity feeling his expert fingers gliding up amd down the most sensitive areas of my bare feet, stopping to focus on my soles amd the balls of my feet whenever I whimpered or started begging
I was pleading with the ref: "Ref he's tickling my feet!" Only for him to inform me that there was nothing in the official rules against tickling your opponant.
I was a sobbing mess as he continued torturing my feet. I couldnt stand anymore. I reached back and started tapping out on his thigh.
Nothing! He kept tickling my feet driving me to even more hysterics from not being allowed to tap out. I started tapping even more frantically and I heard that son of a bitch reply:
"Verbally submit".
Not wanting to, not even thinking about it, I screamed my submission
"I give I give! Please! Stop ticking my feet!!!"
I screamed it at the top of my lungs and tapped out frantically at the same time.
He mercifully stopped, got up and calmly sauntered back to his dressing room as I laid there, literally in tears from all the torture and humileation.
I swear on my life I'll have another shot at that guy, and I'm gonna get some payback when I do.
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But the other half of me was terrified of losing to that dickhead. The thought of losing to him in front of other people was the most humileating one I could conjure up. Little did I know how humileating it could get.
I had spent the majority of the match tying him up in different holds and limb locks, listening to the satisfying grunts of pain and frustration he made as I dominated. This lasted for the better part of 20 minutes as I put everything I had into subduing him and he merely reacted, trying to take whatever I dished out. It wasnt until about that 20 minute mark that I realized how screwed I was.
Completely out of the blue, he sprang to life and went on the offensive, catching me off guard and powering me into a pin that was very difficult to get out of. He held it effortlessly as he had spent the last 20 minutes conserving his energy, and I had spent that time using almost all of mine. I was exhausted and he was completely tested.
In serious danger of being pinned, I used all the energy left in my body to squirm out. This resulted in me being on my stomach and him laying on top of me facing my feet, controlling my legs and clearly deciding what kind of submission to lock them in.
He grabbed my ankles and I swear I heard him chuckle, probably realizing for the first time that I had gone into the match barefoot. I felt him grab my toes on my left foot and use it to hold down the right one. I was expecting some kind of ankle lock, but then...
No! Oh fuck!
He was tickling me! I felt his fingers skitter agressively in the middle of my feet. I screamed out and started pounding on the mat! Somewhere I heard my self cry out "STOP!"
I heard him chuckle and ask why I went barefoot. And then he restarted tickling my feet even more methodically, really homing in on every spot that got the most tortured reactions. I started giggling and then blubbering, and then begging him for mercy. He was destroying me.
The audience was laughing awkwardly, I could tell they felt sorry for me but they found it too funny to be able to contain them selves.
I was being driven to insanity feeling his expert fingers gliding up amd down the most sensitive areas of my bare feet, stopping to focus on my soles amd the balls of my feet whenever I whimpered or started begging
I was pleading with the ref: "Ref he's tickling my feet!" Only for him to inform me that there was nothing in the official rules against tickling your opponant.
I was a sobbing mess as he continued torturing my feet. I couldnt stand anymore. I reached back and started tapping out on his thigh.
Nothing! He kept tickling my feet driving me to even more hysterics from not being allowed to tap out. I started tapping even more frantically and I heard that son of a bitch reply:
"Verbally submit".
Not wanting to, not even thinking about it, I screamed my submission
"I give I give! Please! Stop ticking my feet!!!"
I screamed it at the top of my lungs and tapped out frantically at the same time.
He mercifully stopped, got up and calmly sauntered back to his dressing room as I laid there, literally in tears from all the torture and humileation.
I swear on my life I'll have another shot at that guy, and I'm gonna get some payback when I do.
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