Okay, here’s my blog post about my “wes hand wrestling” experience, written in a casual, first-person style, using simple HTML tags:
So, I saw this “wes hand wrestling” thing online, and, like, I had to try it. It looked totally nuts, but also kinda fun in a really weird way. Here’s how it went down, from start to finish:
Getting Started
First, I needed a willing… victim? Partner? Let’s go with “opponent.” I roped in my buddy, Mark, who’s always up for anything, especially if it involves potentially hurting himself (or me). We cleared a space in my living room – moved the coffee table, pushed the rug aside, you know, the usual pre-wrestling ritual.
The Setup
We did a bit of googling. There are some rules to it. The main idea is:
- The Grip: It’s not your typical hand-on-hand action. You gotta intertwine your fingers, like you’re doing some kind of weird finger-braid.
- The Stance:We stand face-to-face, feet about shoulder-width apart, ready to put your arm strength.
- The Goal: It is about using arm strength to overpower the opponent.
The First Attempt (aka The Flop)
Okay, so we got into position, fingers all tangled up, looking like we were trying to solve a puzzle with our hands. On the count of three, we started pushing. And… nothing. We were basically just staring at each other, hands locked in a stalemate, faces turning red. It was pretty awkward, to be honest.
Figuring It Out (Sort Of)
We realized we were doing it all wrong. It’s not just about brute force (though that helps, I guess). There’s some technique involved. I think. We started experimenting with different angles, trying to get some leverage. Mark tried to go all fast and furious, which just resulted in him nearly twisting his own wrist.
The “Epic” Battle
After a few more pathetic attempts, we started to get the hang of it (maybe). I found that if I kept my arm a bit bent and used my body weight, I could actually get some movement. Mark, being the bigger guy, relied more on just straight-up pushing power.
There was a lot of grunting, some strained breathing, and a few near-falls (mostly me). At one point, I thought I had him, but then he suddenly shifted his weight, and I almost ended up face-planting on the floor.
The Aftermath
Finally, after what felt like an hour (it was probably more like five minutes), Mark managed to overpower me. My arm slammed down, and I officially lost. We both collapsed on the floor, laughing and slightly out of breath.
My arm was definitely sore, and I think Mark might have pulled a muscle in his shoulder. But hey, it was a fun, and totally ridiculous, experience. Would I do it again? Maybe. If I can find someone else crazy enough to try it with me.
Totally recommend for something different to do! Just, maybe stretch first. And don’t take it too seriously. Unless you’re, like, really into competitive hand wrestling. Then, uh, good luck with that.
