Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Humiliating Your Opponent (Cont.)
Held in a hold. Unable to move. Struggling feebly. All the while your friends look on, laughing at you.
He was good at getting around behind me. Those were the days before MMA, so he wasn't trying to submit me. He was trying to pin me. The school-boy pin. The ultimate end to any match in those days. When an opponent sat on your chest and held your wrists to the ground, laughing in your face while you struggled to escape and buck him off.
I did not give in easily. I turned and tried to force him back onto his back, but he was stronger, and from the slight smile on his face, I could see that he enjoyed messing with me.
One of my friends, David, leaned down and looked me in the face while I was held there.
"Get up," he commanded. "Don't you let this fag beat you."
I summoned my strength and tried again, raising up into a bridge while I tried to roll him off me, but he pressed his chest down into mine and I collapsed again onto the ground.
I was beaten.
My friends turned away and left me there on the grass, my opponent grinning above me.