DESCRIPTION: He thought he was being sneaky-watching mixed wrestling clips in secret, leaving little comments about how much he loved headscissors and ko holds. But I already knew. And what he didn't know... Was that I've been taking private wrestling lessons just for this moment. Tonight, I confront him-not with words, but with action. Before he can even make excuses, I've got him down on the floor, caught in a firm headlock, then transitioned into a perfect body scissors. His eyes go wide. "Surprised?" I tease. "I saw what you were watching. I thought you'd like this." Move after move, I show him everything I've learned. Scissors, pins, facesits-each one tighter, meaner, more humiliating than the last. I make him admit it: he wanted this. But now it's on my terms. And just when he thinks it's over... I tell him he has one final test. I slide behind him, legs coiling around his neck for a powerful scissors. "Let's see if you really like knockouts..." I whisper, before slowly squeezing him into lala land. His fantasy? It just came true. But now... I own it.
