This time, the rules are stacked.

I’m allowed to use only one weapon to submit him: my hand.

Hand over mouth. Breath control. That’s it.

George is allowed to do whatever he wants. Any technique, I honestly dont care :-p

Before we even begin, we compare our hands — palm to palm. And its hard not to laugh. Either he has hands like a girl… or I have properly solid “guy hands”, perfectly built for this kind of job. Strong, steady, precise. Wide enough to shut his mouth and nose in one move:-)

I’ve refined this skill to a high level. Timing. Pressure. Control. I know exactly how much, when, and how long. And I’m not afraid of the challenge.

George has dropped some weight since last time, and I can feel the difference immediately. For the first time, I can move him more freely — pull him where I want, push him off balance, shift him into positions that suit me. Before, I had to rely purely on speed, precise technique and endurance. Now? I get to enjoy the control more.

Because of the rule setting, we end up in original, creative positions. Unexpected transitions. Unusual angles. I like this improvisation and moments where I can be creative — and I love that.

There is a punishment round at the end… tight scissors, he eats a lot of belly punches… but even if there is not this part of match- I have feeling that whole match from start to finish was kind of punishment for him , muhehehe

I personally don’t like being on the receiving end hand on mouth myself — and I am glad I am strong enough that no one gets to do that to me.

This one is intense, creative, and deeply satisfying.