Guysmiley's blog

I know everyone has experienced flakes and no shows. It seems to be a constant source of irritation no matter what fight site might be used. Well, I had a fighter that was a no show twice. Not only a no show, but basically he would drop off the face of the earth with no communication for extended periods of time. Needless to say, when he approached me about meeting up during a recent trip I had planned, I was nothing short of skeptical. In fact, I took a late flight to accommodate him and to no surprise, by the time my plane landed, there was a text that his job was taking longer than he thought and he wouldn't be able to make it that night, but would be willing to meet the next morning. I so wanted to tell him where to shove it, but honestly, he was someone I did want to meet up with, so I told him ok. To my surprise and delight, he actually showed up. Now for the fun part of this blog ... our session together.

It was a hotel match which isn't always ideal either, but my room was spacious with plenty of room to move the king size mattress to the floor and still have space to move around. I considered this much better of an option than spreading a tarp over the rug in his apartment as he had graciously offered. He stripped to his shorts right after coming into the room and he was what I expected: Tall, lean, well muscled, strong and defined abs, long striated legs, and a nice smile.

We talked through any limitations which were none for him and my neck for me. It was to be a grappling with body punches match. We didn't waste time but went straight to our knees on the mattress and started to lock up. With his height and arm length, he started trying to control me right away but I had solid defenses to thwart him. Soon I started to see the exasparation in his eyes. He finally charged in and I went to my back. He started trying to submit me with an arm bar, or figure 4, or other arm type techniques, all of which I held off until we both laid back for a break. We had already used up about 20 minutes. As we lay against each other, our chests heaving, I leaned in and kissed him. Then I punched him. That was the start of the next round.

Now it was more of what I was looking for, someone who liked to punch and could take one as well. I locked his left arm under his head held at the wrist by my left hand, his right arm under my body, his right leg held tight in a scissor. Then I used my free right fist to slug his abs. I wasn't being gentle and after about 4 punches, he asked me to stop, which I did. If you can't trust someone to honor your request, unless agreed to previously, where is the safety net. "You punch hard," was his comment as I released him. I simply smiled. He then shared how his last opponent had agreed to punching but upon receiving the first punch, called it quits. I assured him he didn't have to worry about that with me.

We kissed some more, our muscled bodies rubbing against each other. Then moved into the next competitive session. After some time, he managed to get me in a leg scissor figure 4 on my head. I fought its effectiveness for sometime, my arms entwined and stuck in between his legs. But he finally got me into a position where it cranked on my neck and I tapped. No super hero here. I know my limitations. He released me.

I immediately rolled and tossed him to his back and moved into the guard. He closed it and squeezed, but I only laughed at his attempt to scissor my abs. He was also punching me but I grabbed an arm and pulled myself forward, putting on an arm triangle on his neck. He tapped just before he would have gone out. As I let go, I punched him and we had a brief session of punching each other. Once again, he finally asked me to stop. Time for some more snuggling and kissing, a little chatting.

Much to his chagrine, as we started the next competitive section, he found himself in my closed guard. I gave a squeeze, nothing hard, just to let him feel my quads engage. "Do it," he said. I could read his mind. He was mad at my laughing at his earlier attempt. I did it. His mouth hung open in a scream that never came as he couldn't get any oxygen and I was crushing his bones to the point of bending. He tapped with both hands on my hard quads, undoubtedly feeling the hot blood under the skin which runs like hot lava. I let go and he literally collaped on my chest, gasping for air. He took a little longer to recover from this session.

I fought off a rear naked choke effectively in our next competitive session, ending it by escaping, turning, and applying a bear hug. He loosed my neck and started pounding on my back and kidney's trying to get me to release. I didn't and he tapped again. We were fast approaching the 3.5 hour mark and knew our time was running out. We shared some exotic wrestling at this point, still punching each other, hugging and squeezing, just enjoying each other's company. I wrapped my legs around him once more, only from the side this time. He asked me to squeeze which I was obliged to do ... 3 full times until he tapped me loose each time.

By the time my alarm went off, signaling our time for having the room was over. We stood, his head towering over me, but he bent for some more kissing. We dressed, I finished packing, and we walked down to the lobby together. As we parted, he asked when we would be meeting again. Now I know there won't be anymore no shows from this fellow.