#wrestling sleeper

[choke2sleep]

And…..sleeeep

Wrestlers unknown

[underground-wrestling-fan-club]

Golden boy Troy is completely defeated and knocked out. Those muscles are nothing more than toys to be played with and fondled, and Troy loves ever minute of it with his full pouch. He’s finished, or will be soon. 😈🍆

[good-jobber]

[camelclutchfan]

[wrestlingarsenal]

I made this compilation of over a dozen sleeper holds from the annals of classic televised wrestling. What total domination, to put another man to sleep, literally holding him at your mercy, and then to refuse to release the hold even after he's clearly out cold! Now do you see why I was got so wrapped up in wrestling while growing up?!

For me, the contrivance of new names for these same old holds just added to my wonder and fascination. We hear several variations called out: the Russian Guillotine, the Cobra Hold, the Shanghai Sleeper, the Japanese Sleeper. I wanted to learn them all so I could apply all of them on somebody.

[afwfan]

Let’s begin, shall we?

On paper the rules for tonight are quite straight forward. Lilith has been providing entertainment to her audience for some time now and is keenly aware that true success is in the details.

This is a 60-minute ironwoman match, submissions only, and Lilith knows that when she promises this, her audience is expecting a 60-minute match, and if these two women go all out then the first one to lock on may well be the end of the affair where her opponent can’t use her arm or stand unassisted.

No hairpulling. No biting. No gouging. Easy enough?

No kicks, punches, or slaps. No elbows or knees. A cross body off the ropes is ok, but no jumping off the top rope and no drop kicks. Basically, no part of your hands, elbows, knees, shins, or feet can touch your opponent unless they are part of something to hold, squeeze, or twist.

Throws and slams are perfectly ok – but only onto your opponent’s back and only onto the mats. So, no picking someone up and dropping them on your knee, the turnbuckles, or the ropes.

And this is the important part. Yes, it’s expected to be competitive, but… If you know you’ve been caught there’s a hand signal. Touch your opponent twice with a free hand or kick the mat twice with a free foot. Now we work. The wrestler that’s caught needs to let the world know they are suffering. They don’t need to scream; in fact, it’s preferred that they do not – the crowd isn’t that big nor is it that noisy. Just make sure the audience can see your pain, take your time… And then tap out.

“What if she doesn’t know I’ve caught her?”

Then apply more pressure, slowly, until she does. One thing must be perfectly clear – you both need to be professionals and you both need to be smart enough to protect yourselves. And if either of you gets hurt, I’ll be watching. If the person to blame is the one who came on too hard and fast, you’re done here. If the person to blame is the idiot who doesn’t surrender, then it’s on you.

“What about a strangle or choke?”

Lilith pauses for a moment….

You could just follow the same as above, tap twice then sell. You could tap out/surrender properly, or you could even sell going to sleep.

“And if she doesn’t tap twice to begin with?”

Then apply more pressure and if, between the two of you, the decision is that someone is going to tap or go to sleep… Lilith decides she’s ok with that.

It’s almost the full hour now, and the score is tied at three falls apiece. Both women have put on a show and Lilith is happy with the audience engagement and response while trying to figure out how long before she sets up one of these matches again.

The smaller wrestler has deceptive strength and has already lifted and slammed her larger opponent at whim. Both women are near exhaustion, surely the size difference must be a significant advantage by now? Not so much it seems as the larger grappler is lifted off her feet for a hip toss. The smaller wrestler very literally “hops” into the air, twists suddenly, and crashes her opponent flat on their back, coming down on top to crush her ribs into the bigger woman’s solar plexus.

Stunned and gasping for air, it takes a moment for Bexy to get back to her feet. Looking around the spotlights beaming into the centre of the ring make it even harder for her to see her tormentor, and then Bexy realises Teah isn’t to be seen?

That’s because Teah is standing directly behind her…

The sleeper hold is clamped on like nothing less than a lover’s embrace. There’s no pain. Teah’s bicep is squeezing against one side of Bexy’s neck and the flat of her forearm is against the other. The expressions on Bexy’s face convey the rest. Surprise. Concern. Realisation…

Lilith knew that Bexy was both competitive and expecting to win tonight. The draw would have been bad enough, but with the clock ticking down she is moments away from a 4-3 loss. That’s probably why she didn’t tap twice. Teah just squeezed harder.

Lilith is ok with that.

The final bell rings, seconds too late… For Bexy that is.

4-3 for Teah on the night. And the crowd is most impressed indeed.

[choke2sleep]

Sleep….sleeeep. Tough negotiation. Ends up sleeping.

Wrestlers unknown

[underground-wrestling-fan-club]

Hoyt Riley finishes off sexy Kid Karisma. The hunk is humiliated and defeated, and you can see the desperation in his eyes. Hoyt’s calculated wedgie causes friction with Karisma’s shaft, setting the stud up for an embarrassing semi-hard total knock out. Take your prize Hoyt, those white trunks are begging to be ripped off anyway. He knows he’s your plaything now.

[good-jobber]

[thegoofyfanaticus]

(( Commission from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant )) Shawn let Marc's hands drop from around his face and fall to the mat. He let his elbow then dig into Marc's pecs as he grinned and slowly got him self up to his knees. Marc groaned in pain as Shawn's elbow pressed into his very tender pecs. Shawn then rolled Marc over to his stomach and sat on the small of Marc's back. Marc was in too much pain to resist. Shawn then leaned forward and grabbed Marc by the air and pulled him back enough to be able to grab his jawline. Marc's back radiated pain as it was bent backwards while Shawn was sitting on top of him. Marc groaned in agony as the back started to bend. Before Marc could support himself with his hands, Shawn locked Marc's arms next to his body with a body scissors. Shawn squeezed tightly using his legs as vise grips to crush the sides of Marc. Marc's groans turned to cries of pain as the back and sides were being assaulted. "The pain has only begun, asshole. You refused to admit I owned your ass, so now I will make it so unbearable you will be begging me to release you. You will wish you submitted earlier." Shawn continued to pull on the jawline of Marc increasing the pressure on his back. Marc tried his best not to cry out more, but could not contain his pain. "Yes! Cry you little bastard! Cry like the cub you are!" Shawn smile widely as he bent Marc back slowly and methodically. He knew the pain would rise and fall as the positions held and changed. He chuckled as Marc cried out in agony. "We're just getting started..." Shawn had Marc all the way back to his chest. Shawn looked down at Marc and smiled, "Enjoy your demise..." Shawn used his left arm to force Marc under his armpit and locked in a modified dragon sleeper cranking Marc's neck back on top of the back. Marc was smothered in Shawn's hairy pit. His nose and mouth were directly in the center as Shawn's bicep flexed and pushed on the side of Marc's head. Subjected to the mixed smell of sweat, testosterone, and natural odor, Marc started to gag. Shawn's pit hair was dripping sweat into his nose and mouth. The body heat from a long match radiated over his head. Shawn's sweat the side of his pecs rubbed onto Marc's face. After locking in the modified dragon sleeper, Shawn now locked down everything in the hold. The body scissors crushed Marc's sides of his torso and arms. The sleeper pulled his back far beyond normal means and Marc's neck was cranked far back. Pain soared through Marc's body. His cries of agony became screams of sheer pain that were muffled by the smothering pit. Shawn Sat back and flexed his right bicep smiling smugly with his eyes closed as he tortured Marc. "FFFUUAAAAAACCCCKKKKK!!!!! I SUBMIT!" Marc finally cried out in agony and pain while being smothered by Shawn's pit. Shawn looked down and demanded, "Say it!" "FUCK! SHAWN. YOU. OWN. ME! FFUUUUAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!"

[wrestlingarsenal]

20 years ago this month, I posted a couple images (see above) on my original website of this unusual (and very sexy) Headscissor variation. The images were captured from a BG East video called "Hunkbash 2" that I had recently purchased at the time. This is Psycho Capone in the green trunks scissoring the neck of Terry Reed in the white.

You can still find this video from "Hunkbash 2" and stream it on the BG East "Arena" site, so I went and revisited it to see if it still turns me on like it did 20 years ago. Yup. I am really into Capone's "Floating Headscissor" or "Leg Sleeper" as I call it.

So I streamed the video and created some Animated GIFs to better depict Capone's strong legs and glute-flexing pressure along with Reed's hopeless agony as he drifts off to sleep.

To Be Continued...

[wrestlingjobber]

Another Outfit I like to fight and get dominated in.😈Any hot heels around that want to punish me?😈

[camelclutchfan]

All that time in the gym and trapped in the first sleeper hold of the match.