He pushed me back against the ropes and threw me across the ring. I bounced off the ropes and shot back, taking a shoulder block. He picked me up and threw me outside the ring. Jeff really was a good guy. He came out and threw me into the metal corner post. I took it with my shoulder but hit my face in the process. Jeff threw me back in the ring and got me in a headlock. We were close enough that we could speak. He was grinding my forehead and I was selling it as best I could, doing my best to make it look painful.
“Arright. We rest a sec then you push me off when we rise, I’ll take a shoulder block, get up, off the ropes, come at you again. I come back. Hit me with the monkey flip.
He rose. I pushed. I pulled him up by the hair.
He hit the ropes on the other side, barreled back, I jumped over him dropping down on my back as I landed. He came back around, I stuck my legs in the air and he flipped over, catapulted by my feet. It wasn’t flawless, but it was pretty fluid.
“Not bad kid.” He said as I held him in a headlock. He began telling me the next. We went through another dozen or so spots, working the match for about twenty minutes. Jeff threw me off of the ropes and hit me with a clothesline, taking the match over. After a few minutes of rest I took over, raising his three hundred pound frame in the air for a suplex, even with help it took some serious effort.
I followed this with a body slam and began working him over with a sleeper, using torque to make it look like I was crushing his massive frame. I was getting tired and I know Jeff was tired because we were both drenched in sweat but adrenalin was carrying us through. As tired as we were, we were going to make the finish of this match. He hit me in the crotch, and, fake or not, that hurt. It made me nauseous, and I was already lightheaded anyway. He backed me into the corner and pounded my head, following it up with a thunderous chop that mad a big red mark on my aching chest. I could hardly breathe but was overtaken by my pounding heart. I began to fight back. He bought in and played with the momentum, stumbling back. I used all of the strength I could muster and scaled the ropes, ascending to my perch atop the highest turnbuckle. I gathered myself calmly, gaining some balance, and then jumped off and plunged towards Jeff, landing a giant elbow. It probably hurt me as much as it hurt me. Everybody thinks that those rings are soft, but that is insane. It is a construction made with a wrestling mat over plywood supported by steel. My rear end stung and I was wiped out but this was the grand finish, so I rolled on top of Jeff and got the pinfall, one-two-three. It felt good though I was entirely spent. It was an excellent alternative workout, and it was very, very intense.