Miller milling!

Prudence is something that we acquire throughout the time, oh my... I had already fought against bigger girls and I should know that the probability of victory was remote. By the way, Killermiller had already said that. I wanted to fight her, so that I could demonstrate courage; the only special care I took was to bar the ceiling hold, as we can see in the prior post.
On Friday morning, the day of the fight, one could feel an excited atmosphere in the gym. All men are really mad about the match. Regarding the girls, two remarks: Valentina was clearly expecting and hoping for my defeat and shame. That Argentinian chick was always competing with me, and it was clear that she wanted to be better than me, including popularity among the boys, oh my. I think I was the most coveted girl there, and, soon after my arriving, I started dating a local boy, José, one of the wrestlers of the session, who was explicitly coveted by Valentina. Gosh, how women are competitive! This is the reason why catfights are so common...
On the same Friday morning, we agreed upon another rule for the three-fall match that night: no punches, chops and kickoffs on the head, back, breasts and crotch, in order do preserve the general health.
- Ok, Killermiller said laconically... - This day she was more laconic than ever... Uh, that filled me up with fright...

Juana was clearly rooting for me. We had became good friends soon, however there was a hindrance between us: her American girlfriend Fatima, a black girl as her, but a very rough and unpleasant person, who barely spoke with someone. Moreover, she was terribly jealous about Juana. So, the Dominican girl was always disguising her affection for me. I must say that we were mutually sexually attracted , what was conveniently put into the closet.

Well, regarding the paramount theme of this post, there is little to be said. I was hoping at least for a dignified defeat, however what really came was a humiliating annihilation. Beginning with the match itself, the experienced and talented Killermiller did not give me any chance at all. The first fall was a massacre, because I tried to maintain my dignity by refusing to submit to the Guarani monster. Gosh, that dragon beat the living daylights of me: slams that really got me sick, wristlocks and chokes, oh... lots of pro-wrestling move, including those regarding which we had agreed not to use. "You are a son of bitch", I cried, after she finally submitted me in a dreadful backbreaker over the shoulder.

 

- Learn about it: a female pro is not exactly a kind or fair person... - and after saying that, Killermiller grabbed me by the hair and compelled me to start the second fall. She was not really touched by my claimants concerning breaking of rules. My body was aching very much because of those cruel kickoffs and chops. As if she wanted to demonstrate that she was not giving a damn to the rules, she soon prepared the final act with the barred ceiling hold. Oh my, I was too weakened to offer resistance, so I submitted to the forced obedience and consequent pain on the heights. Gosh, each seconds aloft seems to be hours!

- Son of a bitch! - I cried, after be released, literally crazy about the violation of our agreement.

Another lesson learned. The first one was, definitely, do not face a bigger and stronger girl, unless you are totally sure about a even match (see, by the way, http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com.uy/2014/11/fight-tips-and-ear-tips_26.html); and the second one: keep calm, docile and meek after be thrashed, unless you want more punishment!
Oh, my, Killermiller was not kidding. She put me on my feet by pulling me by the ear and walked me to the housing. I was a little bit dazed as a consequence of the beatdown, however I was fully aware of the humiliation I am about to be submitted. My colleagues follow us cheering and mocking me, those sons of bitches! But that's life: If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen!

- You have to learn a lot about a pro wrestler style, you girly girl. There are no rules to a better woman! - and, putting more pressure on the pulling, he asked me - Who is in charge here?

- You! - I shout, while my ear seemed to be about to be ripped off.

- So obey me! - commanded her, while walked me by the room and compelled me to squat and raise several times, always pulling and twisting my ears as if their fingers were pliers!

Gosh, what a shame! My colleagues did not feel sorry regarding my disgrace. Quite the contrary, they were laughing a lot, as if all of that was only fun... and it was, indeed, for the majority of people there! The poor loser would pay the bill, lol...

After the ear torture, Killermiller put me OTK and spanked me hard. This was not the worst spanking of my life, but, oh, my, be spanked before an audience is really humiliating! No, it was not the worst spanking of my life, but Killermiller really damaged my poor buttocks, which turned red and inflamed. Like the ears! She ordered me not to struggle and I meekly obeyed her, swallowing my tears. She had really tamed me!

After a minute or two, Killermiller launched the erotic moments of that Mad Fridays, as she lowered my panties. Uh, what a shame! My butt was uncovered for all to see. My only resource was keeping my thighs closed in order to avoid the pussy view, while Killermiller continued the punishment and some abuse, since she massaged me my buttocks...

As a final act, she rammed a piece of soup into my mouth:

- This is to cleanse your mouth. Your bad language is awful. I hope you have learned the lesson!

 I was obliged to answer: - I... (bubble) have... (bubble)... learned (bubble)... - Lol!

Gosh, the remembrance of the soundings thrashings I had in my life makes my buttocks throb...
José tried to heal my bruises and mitigate the pain of my body. A lot of ointment and sex was required to do that. Oh, that son of a bitch was really horny with my humiliation... Never mind: except for my legs and feet, all my body required for relief during that weekend... The most bruised victims were my poor buttocks and ears, which got inflamed, poor of me!

Until now, the sound of a guarania makes me remember Paraguay, and Paraguay makes me remember Killermiller.

Oh, my heart descend to my buttocks and they throb in a tachycardic way... 

Tips from Killermiller....

I was introduced to the ceiling hold when I lived in a Caribbean country, where I got one of the more humiliating beatings of my life (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com/2014/11/when-it-rains-it-pours.html). I trained freestyle wrestling there, but, gosh.... how boring it was! Our coach, whose surname was Miller (I can't remember her first name, oh my...) had been a pro-wrestler too. She was so strict that we nicknamed her The Killermiller. Away from work and professional training sessions, Killermiller was a kind and relaxed lady in her thirties. This is the reason why, at the requests of three of the four girls who were taking classes with her, she gave us some tips of pro-wrestling. The three girls were Juana - a black Dominican lass (see the above mentioned link) -, Valentina - an Argentinian white chick -, and me - of course. Well, I will talk about these girls soon. For now, let me remember the glorious Killermiller's teachings, in special the ceiling hold, which is a theatrical staged hold that fascinated all of us.

As she said, we all are able to perform the ceiling hold - underneath and aloft, lol. So, we all experienced its tragic effects and the quasi-orgasmic feeling of putting a bitch on the heights like a human trophy.

I have already said that the correct jobber's position is as if she would perform a bridge (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com.uy/2016/09/thinking-lot-and-aloft.html). More than that, her head must be down in order to breathe properly, and it must be at the same height of her butt. Let me post one more time the ideal victim's position:

Gosh, what a beautiful drawing! Both expressions are so similar and, however, on the other side, they portray so different feelings... Philosophy, lol!

The video below perhaps sums up all the features of a good ceiling hold, including the begging lady - who is unfortunately begging in Japanese... Oh, I wish there were at least one Japanese reader here to help us...

Yes, very good indeed! These Japanese wrestlers are too clever to suffer so long time in a wrong position!

Let's post, now, some uncomfortable positions for a ceiling hold victim to endure:

Well, my dear job(ber) candidates: when you are on the heights, remember that if you do not keep your trunk arched upward, you will suffer like hell, because your shoulder joints will carry the can for your lack of strength - and vision... More than that: if you let your back and butt move down, you will inevitably adjust your head in a raised position; and, then, my dear, you will learn what a lack of air is. It is very hard to breathe in this position and an excruciating pain will torment your throat - and if someone hums "every breathe you take, every move you make", you will get it as a sick, sadistic joke. Oh, my: see that mature woman in the last pic: it is to be pitied!

The two posts below enhance the last remark. Look at the poor suffering bitches on the loser side and the mistake of trying to relief the pain by the trunk lowering.

The last pic shows us another two important topics. The first one is related to the perpetrator's leg strength. The stronger the legs, more the angle width to be reached. And the angle width is a humiliating factor for the victim, since it allows a full view of her privates, lol. A nude victim in a ceiling hold is very rare to see... But this is another theme!
Killermiller underlined the idea that the ceiling hold is a kind of trophy for the winner, a human trophy, indeed. It is presupposed that the girl submitted to the hold is completely defeated and too weakened to offer resistance. So, she is ready meekly to obey and collaborate for a great maneuver, in order to avoid more humiliation. Actually, the humiliation of the ceiling hold is a kind of concentrated humiliation, since it is the ultimate representation of a helpless, docile and desperate victim in excruciating pain, transformed into a trophy for all to see.
I remember Killermiller saying this kind of things to us, with that indefectible Paraguayan accent, full of retroflexes consonants:
- If you want to perform a ceiling hold, remember that your victim is already defeated, and that is better for her collaborating with you. Nobody can believe that the ceiling hold is performed only by means of the perpetrator's technique. It is a kind of atomic bomber, with the potential of concentrate humiliation. And you can add humiliation, if you want. Do you know how the Japanese wrestlers use to indicate to the victim that it is time to offer the arm to be pulled? By slapping the bitch's buttocks!

- And it is more humiliating if we use two slaps, instead of one. One for each arm... and buttocks!

The last tip: "do not try to put a girl bigger than you in a ceiling hold: be happy by the single fact that you have won a bigger girl. In the natural order, it is improbable." And, after this, the surprise: "So, I challenge you to wrestle me on the next Friday. No rules barred. I want to see who is really brave here!"
That Paraguayan lady with German ancestry was probably featherweight, while us all were bantamweight. Her challenge gave birth to our Mad Fridays, full of expectations and thrill.
Oh, I am really mad about catfight, and so I accepted the challenge, with one basic rule: the ceiling hold should be barred! I was very confident in my skills after so many training. Besides that, I had learned very quickly the secrets of various holds, including my favourite one: the camel clutch. Having recently received two sounding beatings in my country from Donna Lucrezia and Kapitoline (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com/2014/12/sing-o-goddess-anger-of-donna-lucrezia.html and http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com.uy/2015/05/the-seven-year-bitches-viii.html), I would like to prove myself that I could fight again, even if the victory was improbable... I remember Miss Alley Oop to gain more hope... (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com/2014/12/je-ne-viens-pas-ce-soir-vaincre-ton.html).

Thinking a lot... and aloft!

Allow me to take the opportunity given by the last post to talk about my own experience with the cruel ceiling hold. Firstly, it must be said that if a bitch does not want an extra suffering while put aloft screaming like hell, she does not have to struggle against destiny. That is, she has to do her best to perform a bridge, as if she were in a gymnastic session. This is the perfect victim's position in a ceiling hold, and, believe it or not, the less torturing one!

If the tormentor holds the victim by the region located between the middle of the forearm and the wrist, an additional elbow and shoulder ache is coming to go, like in the first and in the last pics. Then, if you are aloft in a ceiling hold, make a wish that the bitch holds you near the elbows or by the arms or even the shoulders, and good luck! I am sure that the first prey are suffering like hell and the other ones are just... suffering a lot! The last one did not perform a perfect bridge, so it is probable that her shoulders will ask soon for some physiotherapy...

Naked and toplessed victims allow us seeing how excruciating is the hold. Just look at the upper bitches' breasts and see how their nipples point always to the sky, regardless their shape, consistency and age, lol:

All benevolent tormentors, holding the victims by the elbow or arms... In fact, the pics of the this move are better than the videos, for the reasons above mentioned. After all, the photos are more impressive, because the videos show us more of the tricks of the actresses. Let's compare the first pic with the video from which it was taken:

In fact, the videos must show us something more... What that something is I do not know... Let's appreciate, for example, a video from which the second pic was taken. It is another rare example of all-naked ceiling hold. The tormentor mitigates a lot the loser's pain, for sure, because of the position of the grappling hands. So, besides the outstanding nudity, what is fascinating? Well, from my point of view, a lovely detail: the sexy panting of the victim, denoting an excruciating humiliation;

And I suppose that the camera work makes the next video worth to be seen as well... The trick here is placing the victim's body in an inclined position, with the head level above the butt one, in order to avoid excessive pain:

Let's talk a little more concerning this matter in the next posts, in which I want also to tell to my two readers my experiences with the cruel Romero hold.

Oh, sassy girl, sassy girl...

What are the last words in the last post? "Oh-la-la, after a thrashing like that, a bitch ponders more deeply before facing a stronger and bigger rival..."

Oh, gosh, words are simply words, and sassy girls... well, are sassy girls! If they are masochist, I really do not know, nevertheless they seemed to be ready to get always bashed and humiliated...

This is the case of the hot brunette of the prior post. This is nothing new; after all, there is a case in this blog of another sassy girl, who faced the same tormentor (our lovely bagger) two times, only to be humiliatingly beaten. - http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com.uy/2015/05/life-goes-on-bra-iii.html.

In that occasion, I wrote: "Sassy girls learn a lesson only by punishment. If one beat down is not enough to make a bitch learn her place, the only solution is another beat down". Well, I do not know if our caliente brunette learned her lesson, but she gave us the opportunity of appreciating another thrasing session. Here the best (on the perspective of the bagger), or worst (on the perspective of the hot lady) moments:

Oh, gosh, I got dazed and sick just seeing this lass upside down and smashed on the canvas so many times, lol... I edited the last moments of the match, with the right of a knock down, a victory pose, and, in the very beginning, a great camel clutch hold, with lots of desperate expressions and futile leg and arm struggling. How exciting!

And there is a special point: the sassy chick repeated that looking of cowardice again, in the very moment in which she realizes that she is totally motherless and ready to be slaughtered... More: there is a cruel punishment: the ceiling hold! Gosh, the ceiling hold is a ultimate humiliation. Let's repeat what I have said in another post (http://mysteriousfetishes.blogspot.com/2014/11/toys-in-attic-ceiling-hold.html): "It is necessary to imagine that the victim is so physically and morally beaten that it is better for her to cooperate with her tormentor. So, it is a kind of forced obedience - one of the worst humiliations in catfight and wrestling." And that is it!

Oh, my! Let's put the scene in slow motion, since the fearing looking, passing to the clumsy attempt of fleeing and culminating in the ceiling hold and the desperate screaming bitch begging vain no-shoutings, as if the bagger were a merciful woman, lol... And have a nice wank/finger job!

Oh, the ceiling hold, what a hold.... Great to our ego when we put a bitch on it. Bad to our back when a bitch put us aloft...

The Übermensch and the Last Woman - XII

He could not sleep. And kept thinking and thinking...

Why did he love her. It was not because she was a winner all the time. The main reason was the way she overcomes defeats and searches for victory.

In fact, albeit in her teenage years and youth she was an almost unbeatable street fight, her career in pro-wrestling and in that quasi-underground fighting house was rather mediocre. Her stats showed a rate 1:1 between wins and losses.

Humiliation was a key feature in the private house. So, She was humiliated (like in the case of the Georgian wrestler) and, on the other hand, humiliated a lot of girls.

He remembered especially the day She put a Brazilian girl (there were a lot of foreigners open-minded chicks there), after mopping the floor with her, in a kind of leg lock, bow and arrow and surfboard combo for a long time, making the poor lassie shout desperately, opening her mouth so wide that people could see her innermost dental works...

There was the other side of the coin, however. As when that other Brazilian girl, much more skilled, had battered her so heavily that She had no option than being put in a humiliating ceiling hold, which is, as well known, a move that demands the cooperation of the victim, who is, this way, forced to obey her tormentor.

Poor of his lover! She hated being humiliated, of course, but She hated especially be compelled to obey... It was after this fight that he had approached her and they started flirting...
It was an intra-national contest, nevertheless, that aroused him more than others. There was an Asturian fighter who had defeated his lover three times. In these cases, people little by little made up a kind of a cursing story, by which one girl was totally unable to defeat the other. So, each match between them caused a lot of excitement, people raised the stakes - and the entry price was raised too, of course. The curse would be broken or not? That was the question.
In the fourth match, albeit an even beginning, the bold Asturian girl dominated after the twentieth minute. After throwing his lover to the mat, she grabbed her breasts, under the howling of the crowd, nearly yanking her bikini top.

From this time onwards, as his lover's attention had been diverted - because She hated too be stripped - and, worst, for free -, She was subject of several punches that put her nearly into oblivion.

It was traditional do not knock-out the opponent, just to humiliate her. This is the reason of an always crowded house and the good flux of money towards everybody. So, during two minutes, after finally tearing his lover's bikini top, the proud Asturian paraded her humiliated and toplessed opponent for the audience to see.

It was really shameful! The next day, She complained to the manager. Since there was no stripping matches expected, She wanted an extra payment.
- It was an accident - said the manager phlegmatically.
He was right, once the capitalists have no heart and principles beyond interests, and She was inserted in that dirty system. So She decided to play in the dirt.
- No problem. I make a proposal of a stripping match. The winner takes all the marbles...
This was the first time a match like that would take place there. The excitement was high. The overwhelming majority of people believed that his lover could not win, after four clear defeats. The Asturian girl had already made plans to spend the lots of money she would earn...
I think the anger made his lover stronger. Albeit the Asturian hottie was obviously more skilled and a little bit bigger and stronger, She managed to keep the fight even. That special fight had no time to be finished: the winner would be that one who could remain standing...
After fifty minutes of an epic battle, the two wrestlers are about to collapse. The first who faint would be stripped... With a good choke, my lover helped the Asturian babe to go to dreamland. Then, cheered by all in the audience, she stripped the girl stark naked and posed over.

Still prone on the mat, the naked girl recovered itself only to realize that she was being humiliated in front of everyone:

- I will catch you in the street, bitch - she shouted to my lover.

- In the streets I am the queen, cunt. I will annihilate you - and choked her again to slumberland...

"Oh, what a beautiful tail that Asturian babe had", he thought, massaging his stiffened penis...

So he realized that it was time to dinner. He thought in a very sad thing in order to leave his dick in rest...

"Up, up, and away!"

This white chick below also felt the experience of be catapulted to the stars, lol:

The stronger mulatta girl, after put her tanned white opponent in a camel clutch, completed the humiliation by the means of an excruciating romero hold. After upping the girl, who might have screamed desperately her submission, she threw her away like a bundle of waste rags.

This appalling mulatta girl knows very well how to humiliate a defeated white chick.

Oh, there is not such a thing as a post-match stripping penalty...

Elective Affinities

Once I have been making deep philosophical conjectures – since six posts ago – on mature women wrestlers and body imperfections, like cellulite, it is time to cook all these ingredients into a delicious casserole in the form of comics.

The author is worthy to be better known, albeit it is supposed that most of the female wrestling fans have already enjoyed at least some samples of his work. His name is Konstantin, it is all I know about him.

After I have beat Miss Universe and became interested in catfight and female wrestling, more than ten years ago, I came across some of Konstantin’s panels in one of those then active Yahoo groups (most of them, nowadays, deceased, moribund or in advanced stage of degradation). It was a case of love at first sight.

Some months ago, my ex-boyfriend (and a close friend of mine nowadays), as mad as me about fighting, found Konstantin’s email in a You Tube video with some of his panels. He sent an email to the artist, who, in return, presented to his fan a file containing an entire comics story.

Konstantin is a master in the art of drawing and plot writing. His drawing style is close related to the one of the Mexican “historietas” and of the Brazilian master Carlos Zéfiro. Is the story structure, however, that has allured me, since I grasped its key elements after enjoying several times the aforementioned samples in that Yahoo group.

With touches and pinches of a kind of Freudian approach, Konstantin builds an improbable, fanciful, perverse and enigmatically comical comics. It is ironical that all these elements together make up an acute psychological painting of the real concrete life. It is the perversity, probably, the key responsible for this appalling homology between fiction and concrete reality.

Let me, so, post some panels of the story of Marta, a retired model who decided, in her thirties, to come into the female wrestling world. The main reason for her decision was her relative physical decadence, in which cellulite pontificated. It was supposed that the ring, unlike the catwalk, was the adequate place where her beauty could remain attractive – and she was right!

Marta enters into a kind of traditional female wrestling league, based upon principles of fair play or something like that. Marta learnt how to lose and win, under honourable rules, in a kind of symbolic life, full of moral values. She acquires wisdom to become, already in her forties, the league champion. The first part of the comics is, therefore, a kind of apologue, albeit its distorted beginning – with the right to concerns of cellulite – is quite ironical. The pinch of irony is a clue of a more complex and elaborate tale.

It happens that Marta is going to retire from wrestling world, to satisfy the yearnings of her daughter. In order to demonstrate her values, nonetheless, she wants, before retiring, to face the champion of another league, based upon playing dirty and, we intuit it, sex exploitation. As a golden key to her her wrestling career, the heroine wants to defeat the villainess, named Linda Bloom, who – we learn through the words of Marta’s daughter - is really “nasty”, once “she strips and humiliates her opponents”.

Marta’s daughter seems to be a fundamental piece in the structure of the comics. In fact, we grasp that the daughter is the real reason of Marta’s life. For her, she “have a duty”: to give a “lesson” to the wicked woman, who taints morality… To sum up: Marta is the beacon of experience and elaborate wisdom that illuminates the daughter’s way. The young girl, notwithstanding her legitimate fear of seeing her mother stripped and humiliated, is her mother's faithful squire and apprentice, as you understand when she accompanies Marta in the match against Linda.

Marta's fans attitude towards the imminent match is one of the highest points of the narrative. The focus is on two supporters – one female and one male – who have no doubts in looking forward to see their idol’s complete humiliation. They kill the goddess and adheres to real wife and to the she-devil, incarnated in Linda Bloom. “Wrestling isn´t for ladies. It’s for women”, sentenced the female supporter.

When she enters the ring, Marta, in fact, notices the lack of the traditional support for her. Having put in highlight – what is really amazing – two different supporters of Marta’s, a female and a male one, the author in fact reveals the wide and spread expectation for the complete annihilation of a dull heroine and, as a consequence of it, the perpetuity of the inspiring wickedness of the villainess.

Linda Bloom, unlike Marta, is really perverse, sarcastic and bold. Albeit some relative good exchanged holds and moves in the beginning, the match is a total massacre. Linda manages to put Marta in compromising and vulnerable positions.

An especial humiliating move is Marta’s toplessing, followed by the cheering of the crowd. The heroine attempts to flee, in order to avoid being stripped. However, the villainess catches her in the fleeing and compels her to come back to the ring in order to endure more humiliation.

The crowd, including Marta’s fans, go crazy and demands: “Strip, strip, strip”. And Linda makes the will of the audience.

The symbolic act of stripping a begging Marta is accompanied by a comment of the heroine’s female support (certainly ratified by the male support – and probably for all of those readers who decided to go until this point of the story): “I was waiting 15 years to see that”. Fifteen years, it must be said, is the gap of time of the moral and legal Marta’s career in her previous league. Having been the heroine affective public for years, Marta’s supporters finally reveal their deep desire, which represents their idol's public disgrace.

In the end, a completely naked heroine ends up screaming her submission after a shameful and exposing ceiling hold. 

This is the final humiliation of the fight, it must be said, once we have to point others. Firstly, a stark naked Marta having to stand at the side of the referee to wait for the winner announcement. Afterwards, the remarks of the two supporters towards Marta, who leaves the scene trying to cover her nakedness, remaining, however, bottomless. The male supporter says: “I like you better now”; and the female one: “You are full with cellulite, honey”. Is it necessary to say more regarding the obscure desires of mankind, exemplified in these two remarks?

Regarding the nakedness issue, it is interesting to point out that Linda Bloom has no problems concerning this, and other related themes. She toplessed herself and even had some oral sex with one of the ring assistants during the interval between the rounds. She makes question, at any rate, to submit Marta to a forced stripping.

If we have in mind the social history of nakedness and the repression of sexual desire(s), it would not much to inquire ourselves about who the hell is the real villainess in this comics!

In the end, Marta's daughter, whose key role we have intuited, reappears. She feels sorry with her mother’s humiliation, nonetheless, both she and Marta look serene enough to continue playing the game. It is a kind of inversion of the prior apologue. We intuit that Marta and her daughter were introduced to real life and the permanent looking for a dangerous and desirable place on the horizon.

I would like to take the opportunity to express to Konstantin my gratitude for his kindness in sharing his work. I admire him very much and I expect that he could offer me others of his works (one of them is in fact already offered, many thanks!) so that I could post them sometimes here. Have a great 2015, Konstantin! 

"Here we go..."

Pics about the romero hold preparation are quite rare. I like them very much, mainly because they enhanced the bending maneuver on the victim.

We can see in these pics the girl in green of the prior post being prepared and suspended aloft by her tormentor.

STJ's old pics were very interesting and had a good dosis of didacticism, lol!

Transcripting the ceiling hold recipe in the last pic: "1: Start out standing atop your opponent's thighs, lock both her legs inside yours and grab both her arms; 2: Bend your knees slightly and sit back pulling your opponent's back towards you by both her arms; 3: Rock back onto your back keeping your legs slightly bent as you pull her backwards by her arms; 4:Straighten your legs as she roll atop you and lift her up using your legs; 5: Now grab her arms at about the mid forearm or upper wrist and pull downwards; 6: Keep her legs securely locked with yours by maintaining a steady pull on her arms; 7: Repeatedly jitter her up and down with short leg lifts and drops until she yells 'I give!'."

Toys in the attic: the ceiling hold!

Well, the ceiling hold (or Romero hold, or Mexican surfboard hold) is obviously fake, but it does not matter.

It is necessary to imagine that the victim is so physically and morally beaten that it is better for her to cooperate with her tormentor. So, it is a kind of forced obedience - one of the worst humiliations in catfight and wrestling.

Here we can see a green attire-clad girl in a Romero hold submission. The poor nice girl's expression is so lovely and catatonic that causes me a frisson of a misterious pleasure...

And her hair offers us another beautiful spectacle...