"She GAVE?"

by T. Trolley

"Tapping out" to signal a submission has come into vogue only recently. And
when you look at it, the act makes submitting a match so easy as it seems more
like pressing a button to release candy hanging in a vending machine. Tapping
out has seemingly eliminated any swallowing of pride or the embarrassment and
humiliation of being forced to submit to your better adversary. Instead, it
has become a clinical matter, a means of gaining release rather than
experiencing the bitter taste of being denigrated in a match and reduced to having to beg
for freedom after being trapped like a helpless animal.

But two simple words -- "I give!" -- imply so, so much more. A submissions
match where the woman must verbally give up shows much more dominance than
simply tapping out. It's one thing to tap out. Somehow, you get to save some
dignity and pride if you surrender by tapping out. It's not nearly so humiliating as

being forced to "say" it. But when you force an opponent to verbally submit,
she is voicing what is coming from her heart -- complete defeat and
helplessness in the trap that has sprung on her, rendering her incapable of escaping
from the painful or untenable position.

Of course, hearing a woman tearfully sob, "I give!" also allows you to read
between the lines regarding the enormity of what you are hearing. The gasping
"I give!", the sobbing submission, the tearful
surrender, the painful, shrieking, agonized words, of "I give up!" tell so
much more about the total and complete helplessness of the opponent as the
audience as well as the victor are treated to hearing the complete collapse of
pride and the humiliation of the the other woman with their own ears. Even the
slightly cracking voice tells the audience so much more than a simple tap out
does.

A verbal submission strikes to the core and heart of the opponent's pride and
ego, forcing her to swallow it and admit that her adversary has thoroughly
beaten, overcome and possessed her both physically and mentally to the point
that she realizes it is hopeless for her to continue. The woman who is forced to
say, "I give!" is totally beaten in every shape and fashion. Not only is she
physcially defeated, but the very fighting spirit in her body is overcome and
subdued. Her pride is totally crushed and overcome. The term "I give!" implies
that the woman is totally defeated and that she is so beaten that she is
willing to humiliate herself by admitting it to everyone who can hear the two words
that prove fatal to the loser's ego.

When two women compete on a one-on-one, woman-to-woman contest to see who's
better or stronger than the other, there's nothing more exciting or
exhiliarating than that. There's no need to throw in excessive violence or nudity. The
mere intensity of the normal face-off between two women to see who is the better
gal is inherently enough to get the blood pumping.

And as far as humiliation goes, the bitter taste of defeat in itself is more
than enough. Women have been known to literally cry and sob huge crocodile
tears after being pinned in amateur wrestling meets. The losers know they fought
as hard as they could against their adversary but despite their best efforts
were still overcome and beaten. Their inability to prevent their opponent from
putting their shoulders on the mat is proof to all in attendance that the
loser is less woman or girl than their conqueress. And that realization --
especially in front of an audience including friends and even boyfriends and wives --
is more than enough embarrassment for anyone to experience.

And add to that the indignity of being forced to say, "I give!" in front of
the entire world just adds to the sheer and total aura of female combat.

And when those two words come from someone very, very special to you -- well,
that makes it even more unique.

In fact, I knew I had something very unique early in my relationship with the
31-year-old, 5-2, 145 lb. gorgeous green-eyed brunette Hazel Park resident
named Teresa when, without me even telling her about my attraction to female
combat, she began to volunteer information about her past female fighting
exploits. She claimed she was "strong for a woman" and "loved to rough house." This
was a woman who had been involved in lots of fights with other girls in her
past since she was a former girl streetgang leader. She also had lots of fights
against other girls in her school and even went to other schools to look for
more girls to fight.

I couldn't believe it! Here was a very attractive woman who was telling me
about all her girlfights -- and she was doing so without even realizing how
erotic that was to me! And it was obvious that, when it came to fighting, Teresa
knew what she was talking about. She told me she had a very strong back which
she used to add power to her punches when she fought and during the fight where
she ended up winning the right to be the girl streetgang leader, said, "I
found out that if you hit somebody in the head, you're liable to hurt your hand a
whole lot worse than you hurt the other person. So I always tried to hit them
in the sternum. Yeah, I know it's dangerous. But it's better than breaking
your hand."

She also told me she knew a few amateur wrestling moves such as the half
nelson and cradles, which she picked up as a cheerleader for her high school boy's
wrestling team. In fact, she once claimed claimed that she could get out of
any hold, so I schoolboy pinned her and, after giving me a big smile, began
turning her head to the right and digging her teeth into my wrist to escape.

I felt like I had found a treasure chest almost as big as the 40DD chest
Teresa sported! And you'd think that this woman might be "trashy" or "tough
looking" after having been in all those fights and being so familiar with female
combat. But quite the contrary! She was indeed streetwise and knew how to take
care of herself, but she was still the ultimate in femininity. She even had a
little motto for her approach to fighting: "I may be a runt, but by the time I'm
done with you you'll know I was there." Those were indeed the words of a
savage, ferocious female fighter! To go with that assessment, she was an avid NRA
member and was one of those people who could give a person a glare that, if
looks could kill, would have slain the person on the spot.

And she was MINE!

When I told her how much girlfighting turned me on, she began to draw
sketches for me depicting herself fighting other women! In two sketches, she had
herself in a cheetah costume pinning two other women, putting one in a headlock
and also being put in a reverse facelock/choke. Just looking at these sketches
which depicted her pinning other women and using reverse facelocks as well as
chokeholds showed me that she knew too much to not have been involved in
fighting herself. She was a real, actual, combative female -- the type I had always
read about on the internet. And here she was -- in the flesh -- with me!

Teresa claimed she could even gauge if a woman was a good fighter by looking
at her hips. She would avoid fighting other girls who were four or more inches
taller than her. She would watch how they made fists and if they made them
with their thumbs tucked inside their fingers, she knew she'd beat them easily
because they didn't know what they were doing.

Then came the shocker! On her own, she suggested that she fight a match with
me in attendance! She told me her brother-in-law knew George "The Animal"
Steele and she actually thought briefly about seeing if Steele could help her get
a wrestling match so I could watch her wrestle/fight. Of course, due to her
treetfighting background, she said she preferred a type of competition where she
could use her fists, such as boxing or even streetfighting/UFC type matches.

I searched the Internet for a wrestling outfit that would allow Teresa to use
all of her streetfighting skills in a fight with few or no restrictions. I
found one and finally, to my extreme pleasure, we were actually able to set up a
match between my Teresa and a part-time model named Janet. Janet was a very
attractive Hispanic woman, very athletic, and was also in her early 30s. She
was about 5-4 and weighed about 125 lbs. She was really into racquetball and
agreed to fight Teresa because she thought she was competitive enough to do well.


The day of the fight arrived and boy, was I excited! Teresa had made her own
special wrestling attire for this bout and modeled it to me in the hotel room
before we went over to the fight location -- a one-piece, micro-mini,
cheetah-print outfit that looked absolutely stunning on her! I was beyond myself with
anticipation, realizing that my own special combative female was about to have
her first fight in an outfit that made her look like a cross between a
brunette Sheena and Dolly Parton!

We got to the fight location and Janet was already there, wearing a simple
one-piece black swimsuit. Teresa got some raves from those in attendance for the
way she looked in her cheetah suit and she obviously loved the attention as
she modeled the suit -- and also used it in an attempt to show Janet that she
was "better" than her!

But this would be a fight -- not a fashion contest.

The two women entered a complete padded room and got in opposite corners. The
two women then proceeded into the room that was entirely padded with mats --
even on the walls. The two went to opposite corners of the room and were
introduced to the onlookers. Teresa was so cute when she was introduced, playing
the situation for all she could as she pranced out and modeled that little
cheetah outfit of hers and then smiled sensuously and waved at me.

Wow! I couldn't believe my good fortune! Here was my own little woman
flirting with me just before she was about to engage in something I thought was more
erotic than anything on earth -- a one-on-one fight with another woman to
determine who was better!

The introductions were over and the two women were instructed by an
off-camera voice, "Ready ... fight!" Suddenly a feeling of unbelievable intensity
filled the entire room as the two woman slowly approached each other like two
jungle animals facing off in a battle to the death!

Teresa and Janet went after each other! Teresa threw the first punch, a wild
right to the chest of Janet who audibly moaned as the punch hit her sternum!
But Janet, though backing up a couple of quick steps, threw a hard right
herself that caught Teresa in the face! Teresa cried out in surprise and pain but
kept her composure, ducking and ramming another solid right into Janet's
unprotected sternum! Janet groaned in pain again, doubled over slightly and retreated
towards the wall! But Janet responded as she backpedaled, catching the
oncoming Teresa in the chin with a short, straight right hand uppercut that caused
Teresa to yelp in pain and shock!

Janet made a move toward my champion and grabbed Teresa by the hair! Teresa
responded in kind and the two propelled yanked and pulled each other around the
room until they both hit into the padded wall!

The two women were grunting and groaning slightly as they felt the pain of
each other's hair pulls! Teresa quickly got Janet in a headlock near the wall
and threw her to the ground with her left arm, falling on top of her!

For a moment, my heart lept in anticipation as it looked briefly like my
special little girl had the upper hadn! But to my shock and surprise, Janet used
Teresa's momentum to roll over and atop Teresa! Janet actually was on top of
her for a brief moment before Teresa regained control and rolled on top due to
the headlock!

Teresa quickly broke the headlock and went for a schoolgirl pin -- one of her
favorite moves -- to end the fight! But suddenly up shot Janet's legs, which
snaked around Teresa's head and quickly pulled Teresa off of her!

Teresa got to all fours and then to her knees, pausing briefly as she was
looking for a quick breather before continuing her attack.

But that little breather proved to be very costly. That ever-so-brief pause
allowed the attractive Janet, who had quickly moved behind the kneeling Teresa,
to as quick as a snake attack her unsuspecting prey from the rear, wrapping
her left arm around Teresa's throat from behind and pulling it tightly around
the neck of my special little princess!

Teresa's eyes narrowed in a combination of anger, surprise, alarm and worry
as she felt Janet's strong arm wound around her neck! Without waiting a moment,
Teresa quickly tried to stand as she grabbed Janet's arm with both hands in
an attempt to pull away, but Janet immediately tightened the noose and easily
pulled Teresa back down and kept Teresa on her knees, preventing her from
standing!

Teresa's face showed the shock of a woman who suddenly realized that she was
being choked out! Teresa was quite familiar with this move as it was a move
she used herself in streetfights. But she also knew getting out of it was hard
since her opponent was behind her and it was difficult to counter! Teresa began
to pull desperately at Janet's arm as the ref quickly came over, realizing
Teresa had been caught in a choke hold and wanted to make sure he was in proper
position in case Teresa began to pass out or perhaps -- wanted to give up!

I couldn't believe that Teresa would lose the fight, though! AFter discussing
female combat with her and her own exploits for the last several months,
Teresa had become my own personal little combative female hero -- my own little
amazon queen/princess -- and I just couldn't picture my special little one
losing a fair fight to another woman!

Teresa struggled mightily, pulling at the arm of Janet that was trying to
choke her out! But Janet, with a frown and a look of determination, continued to
hold her arm tightly as possible around Teresa's soft throat, cutting off the
oxygen!

The arm of Janet was so tight and taut around Teresa's neck that it looked
like a boa constrictor trying to crush the life out of its prey! Indeed, with
Teresa in her little cheetah suit on her knees and struggling desperately to
free herself from the choke hold, the scene reminded me of an amazon princess
jungle queen who had been walking through the jungle when a boa constrictor fell
from the trees and wrapped itself around the beautiful amazon queen's throat,
leaving her on her knees tugging and pulling at her deadly attacker on her
knees, desperately struggling to free herself from certain death against the
ever-increasing choking of the thick boa that was now Janet's strong, tanned arm!

My little amazon queen Teresa, finding it almost impossible to breathe,
suddenly began to gasp for air as she kept tugging at that choking arm with a
frightened look on her face in an attempt to get some air! What a scene -- my
little amazon queen in her little cheetah suit, fighting a life-and-death struggle
against her female adversary who was trying to choke her out! Sometimes her
little tongue came out as she struggled for air on her knees, adding to the
erotic nature of the scene!

The ref, fearing for Teresa's safety, checked on her and asked her if she
wanted to give! The mere fact that Teresa was trapped and in a position that the
ref felt might cause her to actually give up was erotic in itself!

In response -- my Teresa didn't say a word! She didn't say no, she didn't say
yes! I wondered if that could possibly mean that she was actually thinking
about giving up? Or could it mean that Janet was so thoroughly choking her that
she couldn't get out an answer? Either way, it wasn't good for my little
champion!

Soon, Teresa's face reddened and she was gasping more and more for air! The
ref checked again and looked as though he was considering calling for the bell
when Janet suddenly fell back, taking her now prized possession in the form of
my very own fighting female princess with her -- trapped in her boa-like arms
around Teresa's throat!

Teresa rolled on her side but Janet rolled with her and -- to my utter shock
and amazement -- seemed to try to finish her off with the hold and choke her
out! Teresa could only lay still, continuing to tug at the arm of Janet wrapped
firmly around her soft throat! Teresa's gasps were getting louder and her
ever-reddening face showed more and more concern over her plight!

The ref repositioned himself and checked for Teresa's submission! "Teresa!
Give up?" My heart beat faster, now realizing the possibility that Teresa just
might give up in front of me!

My Teresa looked at him with alarm and her sexy mouth opened in an effort to
get a little bit of air as she kept trying to pull away from the hold, but it
wasn't working!

Teresa had a frightened look on her face and I worried that she was actually
considering saying those two magic words! I yelled, "Teresa! Don't let her do
that to you!" My encouragement caused Teresa to try to get off her side and
pull free from the arm of Janet! But Janet held the hold firmly and maintained
the position! Janet was just too strong for Teresa now! Hard as it was for me
to believe it, I saw the handwriting on the wall!

Janet then moved her gorgeous body once again and rolled Teresa back to her
back to secure her position even more so she could continue her move to finish
my Teresa off!

I still couldn't believe what I was seeing! The hopelessness of escape was
beginning to overtake the my little red-faced former streetfighter. Teresa had
nowhere to go now and her efforts at escape had totally failed! She suddenly
realized that she would have to either surrender or allow Janet to choke her
out! And neither alternative was acceptable! After all, if she absolutely refused
to utter those two words, Janet might not just choke her out but could even
kill her! However, to verbally submit to her in front of her boyfriend and
experience the humiliation and embarrassment of doing so was simply out of the
question! Thus, Teresa knew she was caught between a rock and a hard place and
had very little wiggle room -- both in what to do and in Janet's hold!

Everybody was enjoying watching my beautiful woman in her cheetah suit being
choked out and overcome by an even prettier woman! My Teresa actually looked
hopeless and helpless in the arams of Janet, seemingly awaiting the eventual
unconsciousness of being subjected to the incessant choking and strangling of
Janet's strong and tight arms around the same soft throat that I had so often
softly kissed and drawn exclamations of ecstacy from her!

Eventually, to my dismay, Teresa's beautiful green eyes -- the same eyes I
had looked so longily into so often -- fluttered closed! And what a treat it was
for everybody present to watch my pretty little cheetah-clad princess fall
prey and ultimately yield and surrender to the strong, choking arms of her
female adversary! It looked as though my little female fighter was beginning to
pass out! It looked like now was the time Teresa would have to decide to either
utter the two words which would change her life forever or allow Janet to
completely choke her out! Either way, Teresa would be reduced to complete
humiliation! But Teresa's indecision and refusal to submit was deciding her fate for
her! Teresa's movements slowed as she began to go limp in the chokehold as the
power of Janet's arm across her throat was so powerful and inescapable!

Finally, at the very last moment before she looked like she was going to pass
out, Teresa apparently got realistic and understood fully her hopeless plight
and recognized further attempts at escape were fruitless. Teresa then shocked
me as her pretty eyes fluttered opened and reluctantly, she loudly sighed the
magic words as she began to lose consciousness, "I give!"

Janet's boyfriend clapped and cheered in the background! But meanwhile, I was
shocked and stunned over what I had just heard! I couldn't believe it! Teresa
GAVE? My very own special little combative female GAVE?

With her own two gorgeous ruby red lips and cute little mouth, she had
allowed herself to voluntarily utter the words, "I give!" and lost the fight by
submission to a better woman! Teresa gave up! This combative female whom I had so
built up in my mind, who I so adored for her being able to share with me like
none other my penchant for female fighting and who I had become so intimate
with in sharing the details of her female fighting stories and how she used to
fight other woman and win, the woman who had become my own personal female
fighting champion and amazon jungle queen and represented me and only me in the
ring and and my enjoyment of female combat ...  My very own, special female
fighter -- GAVE!

Janet released Teresa's throat as Teresa closed her eyes and fell face first
to the mat, enjoying the freedom and the ability to breathe again but
detesting the bitter taste of defeat, having been beaten in a fair fight and being
forced to verbalize the two most humiliating words ever to cross her beautiful
lips in her entire life and in the process submit herself fully to another
woman!

Janet got off of Teresa and, as Teresa continued to lay there to recuperate
and grabbed her throat, the ref raised Janet's right arm in victory over her in
yet another sign of humiliation and embarrassment and said, "Your winner with
a chokeout submission over Teresa in 3:56 -- Janet!"

Teresa was carefully helped to her feet. I went down to the mats, trembling
with desire over what I had just seen. Teresa was trembling slightly as well,
but it was over the intensity of the match and the fear she had felt while
nearly being choked out by the stronger Janet.

The sight of Janet's arm pressing across my "Li'l Cheetah's" soft throat with
more and more pressure and intensity with full intent to choke her out will
live in my memory forever. Those present got to smack their lips in ecstacy as
they tasted the sweetness of my own personal dainty female dessert in the form
of Teresa enliven their female fighting taste buds as they gobbled up the
sweet little delectable morsel of Teresa giving up to Janet. You could almost
hear their smacking lips and their hums of satisfaction as though they had just
eaten a succulent little dessert as Teresa gave publicly and verbally.

"Man, you don't see something that sweet happen too often!" someone noted in
reference to the scene of my girl giving up verbally to Janet. "That is going
to come out looking real good on film!"

Looking at the film, Teresa obviously felt the strangling of Janet's arm as
the noose continued to tighten around her neck as she frowned, looked angry and
looked alarmed as she tried to pry her arm from around her throat but
couldn't due to Janet pulling that arm tighter and tighter around her neck!

But obviously, the real excitement came when Teresa was forced to humiliate
herself by saying the two magic words: "I give!" There are no two other words
on earth that summarize the total humiliation, embarrassment, resignation to
complete physical and mental defeat as well as mastery, and lasting devastation
as well as ridicule than the words "I give!" when they come from a pretty
woman trapped in the arms of another gorgeous woman!

And now, Teresa would have to live with being branded as having said those
two words publicly for the rest of her life.

But it was me who had to tell her proud father what had happened because
Teresa just couldn't face him and see the disappointment that would appear on his
face when he heard that Teresa gave. He had always known Teresa as a kind of
tomboy who could always handle herself in any kind of fight -- be it against
boy or girl. When I told him Teresa was going to fight another woman, it didn't
bother him a bit. In fact, he was sure Teresa would win no matter who she
fought. "I just feel sorry for the other gal because I know what my little girl
will do to her," he said.

When I walked into the house, Teresa's father was reading the paper. He put
it down when I came in and smiled, asking, "Well, how bad did Teresa beat up
that other woman?" I said, "She gave." Her father said, "So she made the girl
give up, eh? That's my girl!" I responded, "No, sir. Teresa lost. She gave."

Teresa's father was just as shocked as I was. We both had a high opinion of
Teresa's fighting ability and overall physical strength. Teresa losing was
almost unthinkable -- especially to another woman. Teresa was just so tough, so
aggressive, so energetic and was a real fighter. But Teresa giving up -- well,
both of us thought that was just impossible. But it had happened.

He then said in disbelief, "What? Wait a minute. She GAVE? My little girl
GAVE? She lost? She GAVE? It's one thing to lose a fight. And it's hard for me to
believe Teresa would lose a fight to another woman. But ... you mean she
really actually GAVE? She GAVE?"

I tried to put the best possible light on it and said, "Yes, she gave up when
the other woman got her in a choke hold. But man, she looked good in doing
it. And you would have been proud of her. She didn't give until the last
possible moment, just before she was about to pass out. She is a proud, stubborn
little girl. I was proud of her."

Her father was still surprised. He responded, "Well, I know she's a cute,
tough little thing, but ... she GAVE? She actually GAVE?"

Thus Teresa had to live with verbally giving up for as long as her father
lived. She felt that she had embarrassed not only herself, but had let both me
and her father down. The stigma of giving up in a girl fight lasts along time.

But to this day, I will always remember her father's disbelief that his
little girl had given up because it echoed my own shock. His words still echo in my
ear:

"She GAVE? My little girl GAVE?"