A couple of days ago, I had one of my wrestling sessions. From the moment I saw the client, I knew this was going to be a difficult session.
First off, he grossly misrepresented himself (more on that later).
Secondly, he came in with a very cocky attitude. Usually, with wrestling sessions, there is a certain amount of “smack talk” that goes back and forth, but he really was starting to take it too far.
Regardless, he was already there, so I went on ahead with the session. It was to be a submission match (meaning that each round continues until someone taps out).
Now about his misrepresentation: This man was a body builder. No two-ways about it. He said he was 5′8″ and he was closer to my height. He said it was 165lbs… BULLSHIT. He was as thick as me, but SOLID muscle. I sized him up after he changed into is wrestling gear and knew I was in over my head if I had to REALLY take him on.
I do two types of wrestling sessions: fantasy and semi-competitive. Fantasy is where my opponent doesn’t fight back at all. He will gladly position himself in ways where I can easily tackle him. He will take direction when I tell him to lie down so I can try out some different holds on him. Semi-competitive is where neither of us is really trying our hardest to win. It’s all about the actual wrestling itself and not about competition. The phrase “it’s not whether you win or lose, but how you play” pretty much sums up a semi-competitive session.
This guy said he wanted semi-competitive, but was playing competitively.
He easily won the first round (because I wasn’t prepared for how rough he was being). Though it took a bit of work on my end and it was a LONG round, I won the second round.
The third round, however, is when things started to take a turn for the ugly. We were pretty evenly matched (which came as a surprise to me considering this guy is a bodybuilder) but I was audibly struggling. Grunts and groans you expect to hear when someone is trying their hardest.
He tells me “Yeah that’s right… scream for me. I like to hear you struggle. I want you to know who’s in control here.” LOL WHAT!?
And a couple seconds later he “playfully” (as he says it… right.) slaps me across the face. So I tap out (my means of my fist to his face). He laughs and doesn’t get up. He says “I’m not counting that because you must call me MASTER first.”
………..
Are you f*#^&@! kidding me?!!?
As I’ve never had any type of session go so many types of wrong in such a short amount of time, I was really at a loss of words. Had I taken more time to think about it, I probably would have ended the session right then and told him to GTFO, but I didn’t.
Instead, I positioned myself in such a way where I couldn’t move a muscle— but neither could he. And I took great efforts to make sure I didn’t make a single sound as I did it.
Once in a position where he couldn’t move, no matter how hard he struggled (oh, and believe me… he struggled haha), I just sat there.
For the entire hour.
He tried and tried to get me to tap out… to change positions… anything. He even tried tickling me in an attempt to make me lose my cool (but I’m not ticklish lol).
Knowing that he would get satisfaction from my submitting (tapping out) and struggling, I refused to do either of these things and it was pissing him off. Eventually, I just couldn’t help myself, and I just laughed at the ridiculousness of it all.
I mean, here we were. Two people locked in a stalemate.
Boy did he get mad LOL! So I kept my eye on the clock and when an hour had finally passed, I said “Wow… look at that. An hour sure went by pretty fast. Sorry, but your time is up. I’ll be collecting my money now, and fell free to use the shower if you want to on your way out.”
LOL
Of course, he says “Oh well, I would have beaten you if the time hadn’t run out.”
I was like, “Dude… are you really that dense? I was going to keep you in that hold until the time ran out. You didn’t have me where you wanted me. It was just the opposite.”
Naturally, he didn’t believe me.
As a little exercise, I said “Tell ya what? To prove my point, for an extra $50, we’ll go one more round and I’d really show him who’s truly in control.”
He gladly accepted, as he wanted to break this “tie” that we had.
So we get into position to start. He lunges at me and I “fall” on my back. He’s on top of me, and before he puts me into a hold, I tap out.
I then stand up, collect my “tip” and showed him the door.