I have not wrestled anyone in New York City since around 1976 or 1977. That last time I wrestled Deena Zarra, but she was not yet using that name. I responded to an ad in Screw that said something about a 6' 3", 180 lb. Italian wrestling goddess/dominatrix. She was then, I think, just starting out wrestling, apparently making a sort of transition from a more or less normal dominatrix to a full time wrestler and was then quite a bit thinner than she is now and quite attractive.
As I recall she sent me to a phone booth near a park or circle, and I had to call her from there. She could see the phone from her apartment and directed me to a door across the street. I can't say that my match with her was definitive (the facilities were better suited to tying people up than straight wrestling, and I didn't really push it as hard as I might have), but I came away thinking that I could probably have beaten her in "real" match. I probably feel this way because she more or less panicked when I got her off her feet and in the air. She did not seem to be stronger or more skilled than I then.
Deena is now, of course, more than a decade older, more than 30 lb. heavier, and not nearly so attractive, to judge by more recent pictures I have seen, and probably a more experienced, stronger and better wrestler. I probably weigh about what I did then, and may be a little stronger than I was then, but I'm also on the downhill side of 40, probably not as quick, definitely don't recover as fast, and not really any better wrestler, so she probably could walk all over me today.
As I recall I stripped to my underwear in her bathroom and when I came out she made a point of sticking her tits in my face and sort of pushing me around, which was fun. At 6' 3" and wearing heels she stood taller, so my face just about matched up with her bosom. She wore a sort of swimsuit or a leotard as I recall. I think I might have been able to take her if I had tried really hard (certainly she was not as strong as some other women I've wrestled), but she was pretty good; I didn't fight back as hard as I might have (with Carol it was clear that the harder I fought, and more aggressive I tried to be, the more she liked it, but Deena was happier when I wasn't attacking). Also the room was more or less a B&D parlor, and there was too much junk to bang into and too little room to wrestle.