I responded to an add in LA Free Press that said something about a 6' 3" "lightweight" woman wrestler. She used the name Carol and was perhaps the best, although not the strongest, woman I ever wrestled. She was a very attractive black woman, 6' 3", who went 160 to 170 lb. She was tall and thin, with surprisingly muscular arms, and good sized breasts. It was in a place called "Sherema," which was a sort of B&D and enema emporium on Venice Blvd., and was still in business the last time I checked, several years ago.
By then I was used to wrestling women claiming they defeated men much larger than I am, but who I then easily overpowered. None of the women I had previously met, however, were nearly as imposing in stature as Carol, although a couple I had wrestled in New York were certainly much heavier. Carol appeared relatively thin, but she flexed impressive biceps and offered to arm wrestle me before I paid. I knew as soon as I felt her grip that she was completely different than any other woman I had ever wrestled before. I paid for an hour, but she said she would wrestle as long as I wanted to and she was as good as her word.
Sherema had a proper mat, in a rather small room. We wrestled nude. With her clothes off. Carol was really impressive and quite a lovely girl with a slim hard body and ample breasts. We wrestled on our knees, since there wasn't a lot of room. The first fall I tried to go after her, but soon found I was just trying to hang on. She was simply bigger, stronger and a better athlete than I was and I might have lasted 4 or 5 minutes before she got a scissors around my waist; I couldn't breath and quickly submitted. We wrestled to a total of 12 submissions and I managed to take just one, the third or forth, with a scissors, to which she instantly submitted. If I could get my legs around her I could maker give, but after that she gave me no chance. She really was superior in upper body strength and stamina, and a more skilled wrestler. She got me to submit to scissors, grapevines, schoolboy presses and just about pulled my head off a couple of times. Before long it was clear that, when she turned it on, I couldn't last more than a minute or two before she did whatever she wanted to me.
She would make me give, we would lay there and talk for a while, take a drink, I would catch my breath, we would wipe some of the sweat off with a towel and start again, and within a minute or so Carol would be on top of me twisting my head into her breasts suffocating me and nearly breaking my neck at the same time. Finally I was too exhausted and beat up to continue. Fortunately there was a shower on the premises. Carol was really very pleasant and although I was getting pretty well beat up we both laughed a lot. She was originally from Jamaica, she said. While she didn't have an apparent island accent, neither did she sound black.
I was so sore the following day that I could hardly move. I wanted to see her again the next day, but she wasn't in and I had to go home to DC after that. The next time I came back to LA she was no longer at Sherema.
I think in fact that Carol was the same girl who wrestled for California Supreme under the name "Kim Maybe," although I didn't see any pictures of her under that name until a year or two after I wrestled her.