I have finally received my judo black belt or shodan after many years of hard work and competition. I am so excited and expect my man to take me out to dinner to celebrate. However, he doesn’t seem interested in my judo achievements and is disparaging about them. I challenge him to a three-round wrestle and I’ll use my judo knowledge in the fight. He is much bigger than me and thinks he’ll win easily.
We face off and while he’s smart mouthing me I grab his arm and take him down straight into a kimura. He’s prone on his stomach with me kneeling on his back, pouring on the pain for him. The kimura is great for disabling his arm and I work it hard which makes him tap. I maintain the hold for a while longer to ensure his arm is sore and numb then flip him on his back.
He tries to fend me off and I take his other arm in a vertical armbar and sit over him giving him much pain at the elbow. I’m an expert at ude gatame and push him right to the edge of his pain barrier, hyperflexing his elbow and making his arm useless. He taps again and I wrap his damaged arm around his neck and pull him up to a sitting position. He’s sore and bewildered as I put him in a hadaka jime or RNC. I’m determined to win each round with a knock out and this is just the hold. I whisper taunts into his ear as I tighten up and his face changes colour before he slumps. Round one to me in a knock out.
While he’s out, I use his legs to roll him onto his stomach and then mount him in Boston crab. Whilst this is now illegal in judo, it’s a wonderfully dominant hold and allows me to strain his back and legs while I humiliate him. He moans and taps but not before I’ve made his back nice and painful.
I’m determined to beat him up and take advantage of him and put his legs into a figure four variant to strain his knees and inflict a little damage on his ankles. He’s in trouble and I’m not finished. I roll him on his back and get him in a combination kesa gatame plus arm lock plus udi garame or figure four wristlock. He is on his back as I control him, with my face right over his as I taunt him further and make him groan from the painful locks. I increase the pressure and he has to tap.
Before he can recover at all, I roll into ude gatame and hurt and weaken his arm further. I want him to remember this for a few days! I move my feet back and use them around his neck while I keep the pressure on the ude gatame and he gasps as he taps. I let the hold linger to weaken him more and to let him clearly see that he has a woman beating him up.
Because this is supposedly a wrestle I take him in a headscissor next and also get his other arm in udi gatame to compound the hold. He is in pain all over and as I tighten the scissorhold I tell him I’m knocking him out again. I can see on his face that he’s completely had it and I taunt him by counting down to the knockout, then tightening my powerful legs around his neck and watching his face go a nice dark colour as he slumps. Round two to me in a knock out!
I slap him awake and say, “C’mon big Mr. Tough Guy,” as he gets to his knees, very wobbly. I have no mercy for him and want to thoroughly beat him up and humiliate him. I take him down with a kneeling hip throw and immediately apply tsukome jime or cross hand hold. I’m sitting on him for leverage and tighten it very quickly and his face darkens as he starts to fade. I laugh and tell him I’ll knock him out and he taps.
I move forward and sit down hard on his throat with my knees spread to keep my weight concentrated on his neck and also to pin his arms. I sit right up on him and taunt him as I restrict his breathing. Another tap and I transition into jigoku jime’s no fight left in him and I apply pressure on his throat with my arms and on his arm with my legs. His voice croaks as he tries to breathe and he can barely tap his submission.
I want to finish him off with a painful knockout hold and sankaku jime is the one. I pull his head between my thighs and take one arm too and start to tighten the hold, rolling him side to side to assist in locking the hold. This is similar to a crocodile rolling its prey and I love the disorientation it brings to my victim. Once he’s in place, I tighten my legs and as my thighs squeeze his neck, his own arm pushes into it too. I taunt him, “Gotcha now,” as I bend his hand back in a wristlock while tightening my thighs on his neck.
He groans in pain and disbelief and taps his submission only for me to tell him I’ve decided I’m going to knock him out again. He groans and seems to want to ask me not to, but I’m on a mission and I flex my leg and tighten the hold way beyond what he can stand. His face colours deeply and his legs twitch as he fades again. I smile the smile of a victor and push him clear before putting one knee on his body as I sit over him in triumph. Round three by knockout!
You can see how I celebrate my black belt using my beaten victim in “Tied And Smothered After Judo”.
