VIDEO SKYPE WITH CALEB
C. Did you want me to go full dominating on you or just fun wrestling?
J. Let's go for domination with sleepers. Your stats?
C. Arms 18, chest 46, thigh 27, 172 lbs., all meat, all muscle.
J. Wow! You’re only 5’7.” Mine are 200 lbs, 16 arms, 43 chest, 22 thigh.
(He steps back and poses from front and back. Never seen that meat on someone except in pictures before.)
C. (Holding up his 18” bi close to the camera, says) You’re nothing, man. See that? When I give you that, you’ll go so fast you can’t do nothing.
J. I say your all gym muscle and talk. You can’t wrestle anybody who knows anything. I’ve seen your videos before. You won, but the other hardly tried.
C. You just keep talking shit to me! I’ll come after you like nothing you’ve seen before, man!
J. Nah, so what? It’s all for show. You can’t do nothing.
C. I’m coming at you, man!
(He grabs me and bulges his 18 inches into my carotid. Half my blood supply is gone in a second. Disaster! Help!).
C. You wanna call that nothing? How do you like my pits? Stink enough? How about a little bearhug to help you choke?
(He lets go my head, grabs me around the waist, and picks me up. I wouldn’t believe someone his size could do that. One squeeze after another like he’s counting me out. This guy’s the full strangle man! I’m down next, sucking air, nothing left. No one ever done anything like this to me in my lifetime).
C. Yeah, all for show! I’ll put you out and bring you back until you’re begging. Ever see legs like this? With them on your neck, you can’t do anything.
(He comes in up close, flexing. The size and the cuts! The guy’s legs were a monster! I about to get up when he grabbed me from behind in his master choke, my head up against his chest and his bicep on my neck, and his pit stinking…. On the floor gulping in air).
C. HaHa, what’s the matter, strength too much for you?
(He picked me up again, his arm across my throat).
C. Feel it the sleep guy? I love it!
Twisting my neck from side-to-side, each tighter. Lights out!)
Caleb ends Skype).
***Texting later:
J. Caleb, Thanks a lot! If I come there, will you do some of that for real?
C. Seriously yes.
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6/14/2018 3:32 PMVIDEO SKYPE WITH CALEB
C. Did you want me to go full dominating on you or just fun wrestling?
J. Let's go for domination with sleepers. Your stats?
C. Arms 18, chest 46, thigh 27, 172 lbs., all meat, all muscle.
J. Wow! You’re only 5’7.” Mine are 200 lbs, 16 arms, 43 chest, 22 thigh.
(He steps back and poses from front and back. Never seen that meat on someone except in pictures before.)
C. (Holding up his 18” bi close to the camera, says) You’re nothing, man. See that? When I give you that, you’ll go so fast you can’t do nothing.
J. I say your all gym muscle and talk. You can’t wrestle anybody who knows anything. I’ve seen your videos before. You won, but the other hardly tried.
C. You just keep talking shit to me! I’ll come after you like nothing you’ve seen before, man!
J. Nah, so what? It’s all for show. You can’t do nothing.
C. I’m coming at you, man!
(He grabs me and bulges his 18 inches into my carotid. Half my blood supply is gone in a second. Disaster! Help!).
C. You wanna call that nothing? How do you like my pits? Stink enough? How about a little bearhug to help you choke?
(He lets go my head, grabs me around the waist, and picks me up. I wouldn’t believe someone his size could do that. One squeeze after another like he’s counting me out. This guy’s the full strangle man! I’m down next, sucking air, nothing left. No one ever done anything like this to me in my lifetime).
C. Yeah, all for show! I’ll put you out and bring you back until you’re begging. Ever see legs like this? With them on your neck, you can’t do anything.
(He comes in up close, flexing. The size and the cuts! The guy’s legs were a monster! I about to get up when he grabbed me from behind in his master choke, my head up against his chest and his bicep on my neck, and his pit stinking…. On the floor gulping in air).
C. HaHa, what’s the matter, strength too much for you?
(He picked me up again, his arm across my throat).
C. Feel it the sleep guy? I love it!
Twisting my neck from side-to-side, each tighter. Lights out!)
Caleb ends Skype).
***Texting later:
J. Caleb, Thanks a lot! If I come there, will you do some of that for real?
C. Seriously yes.