After the three matches in August of 1996, something gave way in me, leaving behind a hollowness that echoed feelings of both relief and shame. In the end, I couldn't say that I enjoyed any of the matches. Either they didn't live up to expectations or they darkened my spirit by disappointing sexual desires I wasn't ready to think about yet. I stopped hanging out so much in the AOL wrestling chat rooms, which saved me a good bit of money, and I got busy with other things, easily not thinking much about wrestling and the men who wrestle.
But by March 1997, I began to feel that old itch again, that old stirring, and it was stronger than it had ever been in my life now that I'd actually wrestled a little bit. I had a business trip planned to Ohio, and I got busy looking for a match. Unfortunately, this was in those days before the online wrestling directories, and I had no knowledge of any paper directories that migth be circulating. At any rate, I left on my trip with nothing planned and only an old laptop to suggest any hope of something's being arranged while I was out on the road.
I stayed in this little motel in this little Ohio downtown. I was to be there only a night or two, as I recall, so after supper I signed into AOL and started looking for somebody local. In the "Wrestling M2M" chatroom, I met a friend with whom I'd done a little cyber wrestling. He claimed to be able to pop open burlap feed sacks with his scissors, so I liked talking to him. I think he was in Louisiana as I we talked that night, but the amazing thing was that he knew the town where I was and, even more amazing, knew a wrestler there that he might be able to put me in touch with. I don't remember now if he just gave me K's email address or if he called K and gave him my email. Long story short, I was soon on the telephone with K, telling him where I was and arranging to wrestle him in my motel room.
K showed up at my door--a big guy, maybe 5'11" and 270 pounds, with dark hair and a goatee. He went into the bathroom and came out as the kind of wrestler I'd always wanted to get my hands on--hairy chest and back, big belly, thick legs. We were both dressed out in no-fly briefs, and when we got down on the mat we looked like a couple of real old school wrestlers. I was lucky that he came, because he wasn't feeling very well, but as I say, he looked great.
We took it easy, swapping holds. To my great joy, he's a head scissors fan too. He put me in some great scissors and made me submit several times. I put him in some good scissors too, but, tough jobber that he is, I could never get him to submit. He always eventually broke out of my scissors and then was on me, working toward another head scissors. One of my clearest memories of that match is of me on my back, several times, looking up at his big belly and basket as he loomed over me on hands and knees, working my head into position between his powerful thighs. When he had me just where he wanted me, he would roll down to his left side, trap my left arm beneath his belly and start working that scissors.
It was a great hour or so. And I was glad to have the memory of his great head scissors when I eventually came down with his cold.
I wrestled him again some months, maybe a year or so, later, but that's a story to be taken up in its turn.
