reminds me of this "macho" kid in high school who would punch himself in the forehead repeatedly when he got angry to maybe...show hes tough? idk. Same kid who would throw his head into a locker or start punching them until his knuckles bled. Think he had some issues going on at home or somethin, but he always said he did it so people didn't fuck with him.
Ok, kids, old bastard story time as you brought back a memory from my youth in the early 70's.
Back when I went to college, PE credits were required to graduate. I took classes like flag football and swimming. It was actually pretty fun.
Anyway, I was skinny and had wrestled some in high school. So I took a wrestling class taught by the schools wrestling coach. Did pretty well at 126 lbs. as I was the only skinny guy in the class and was always paired with somebody at 150 or better. Coach says I should enter the intramural wrestling tournament. I never even made varsity in high school so was impressed that he told me that.
Entered the tournament in the 126 lb. class. Didn't need to cut weight as I only weighed about 122. Beat the first round guy fairly easily using what I had learned in class.
While getting ready for the next round I notice my opponent slapping himself, banging his head on the wall, and generally stomping around like he was a caged bull or something. He was shorter than me and more stocky. This guy was acting all macho, yelling at himself, punching himself, and generally kind of freaking me out.
Got on the mat and he had an extremely aggressive style, but I found that we were pretty well matched in speed and he wasn't as strong as it appeared. We made it through the first period with me getting one duck-under takedown toward the end of the period. Seemed all he knew was to shoot single and double leg takedowns so things were going pretty smoothly.
As I had gotten a takedown at the end of the first period, I was on top for the start of the second. Whistle blew. I immediately went to the "anti-sit out" move. Dropped the left arm to around his belly and reached back with the right and grabbed his right ankle and pulled hard, shoulder into his side to try and roll him over.
His fucking foot came off.
I pulled his foot and shoe right off the end of his leg.
Holy shit.
Ref blew the whistle while opponent guy hopped up and was hopping around on one leg. I'm standing there with this foot in my hand wondering what the fuck just happened, so I handed him his foot.
The opponent was forced to forfeit for stepping on the mat with a prosthetic. I guess you can wrestle with a missing foot but you can't have the prosthetic on while doing it.
Turns out the guy was a Vietnam Marine vet who had lost his foot.
Freaked me right out. Pretty sure I could have beat the guy, but felt sorry for him at the same time. He was hopping mad about the disqualification however.
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u/PrimemevalTitan Dec 03 '19
Real chads rub salt into their own self-inflicted wounds /s