Here's a picture from a match I had this past summer. That's me working over my red-masked friend with a figure-four head scissors. We got several good shots out of this wrestling session. And a couple of good little videos too. I was watching one of our falls on video a couple of days ago, and I could not but be amazed at the how far I've been able to explore this wrestling fantasy I've always had. From working over my pillow when I was 12 or younger, I've finally gotten a few real heads caught in my favorite of holds. (I wish I'd had my black mask for this match. It was on order, but it was too late in coming.)

I need to get back to my wrestling history, picking up at 1997. I'll try to do that soon.