|Subject: Okay, Mike and anyone else , Choke story|
Lisa, the choker
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Date Posted: 22:04:47 06/06/02 Thu
Mike, I have used my knowledge of martial arts to defend my self when I was in high school years ago and another time shortly after high school. But not with a choke hold.
As far as how far I'm willing to go with the hold. Depends on the person I'm training chokes with. But, I'm willing to go very hard. I'll give you a story of me and my
I'm as I've said a 35 year old female. I stand 5'7" and my weight is about 140 - 145 pounds. I work out often, I bench about 120 pounds, I can squat almost 225 pounds(well close too 225, probably more like 205 - 225 is more of a goal) So, if you got a picture of me , I'm fairly fit , body fat about 18% roughly. I have dark black hair, green eyes.
Now, Scott(my nephew) is 15 years old(almost 16). He is about 5'5" and weight of about 125. Small kid. If he is anything like his father he will probably grow another inch or two and gain 20 - 30 more pounds(over the next couple of years - but maybe he has quit growing??)
Here, goes(got a mental picture of me and scott??)
This happened about 1 month ago. Scott came over to stay with me for the weekend at my place. Sometimes he stays with me for a week even during school time, I live really close to my sister. Now, don't get me wrong I love Scott, after all he is my sisters son. But, I do get tough with him.
Our favorite choke game. Scott turns his back to me. I try to choke him down from a standing position. Now the rules are simple. He can only try to slip out of the hold he can't use strikes or hits and I don't honor Atemi.
We played the game 1 month ago....
Scotts back was turned , I waited a few seconds letting the tension boil. I had the feeling of wanting to choke him come over me. So, I told him as a warning , " I really want to choke you , Scott." Scott was very still very quite. I asked him ," are you ready to choke." He still said nothing. I could tell he was anticipating the hold.
I waited a few more seconds, moved in closer behind him. And suddenly I gripped him, into a choke hold. The pressure was mild at first. We began to struggle, the more he struggled the tighter I choked him. The urge to really choke was high. I wanted to get tighter and tighter. So, I did. He quit struggling and was just hanging on to my arm. I made his knees buckle out from under him and down the the floor we went. My body fit him like a drum. The pressure grew tighter, I could hear his breath beginning to get labored and raspy. I made him feel me breathing while he choked. He grew more and more exhausted, once he was completely worn - out, I let him go. He just laid on the floor to recover from the choke, from me the choker.
Now, I've shown him some ways to escape such a hold on the street. But, we both like to play choke. I'm the choker and he is the victim.
Lisa , the choker