I, 30M, and my brother 34M, were taught how to wrestle as soon as we could stand. My dad was a state champion, by 3rd and 4th grade respectively my brother and I were both state champs. My dad was the coach of our school team and our basement was decked out with mats. If the men in our family are anything, we’re wrestlers.
Well last night my brother and I are in town and we’re having some beers and talking about strategy in ref’d matches vs. Street fighting. What dirty moves could counter clean moves, etc. Well, I was always a very defensive wrestler. I have a high fight IQ, and I usually chicken leg people into a sprawl. My brother is an ankle assassin. By the time the ref is done blowing the while to start the match, my brother is already holding your foot at eye level and going for a trip. He’s faster than hell and has the reach of an octopus. I, in my drunken stupor, forget these things, and chicken legged my brother. (A chicken leg is when you intentionally adopt a non defensive stance trying to get them to go for your legs.) Well, glory be, he actually put me down pretty soft, but my groin is so sore. Yall. Fucking. Ow.
Tl,dr: my brother and I were raised wrestlers. I forgot his strats bc it’s been over 10 years. He turned me every way but loose and now my groin hurts.
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Heal your groin and then hit him with an RKO
Ah, the 30’s when the youth finally begin to understand the cruel hand of time upon their mortal flesh.
It gets worse from here.
Was expecting a significant injury.