A couple years ago, when I was on vacation in Florida, my brother-in-law and I were wrestling in my grandparents' front yard. I got him in the ankle lock, and I dropped to the ground. Well somehow, my brother maneuvered himself in such a way where he could grab my ankle, and he put me in the ankle lock. Trouble is, with the ankle lock, you're supposed to twist the victim's ankle inward. He twisted mine outward, and there were some nasty crunching sounds emanating from the general vicinity of my ankle. I thought it was broke, but it turned out it was just the sound of three ligaments snapping. I told him I was gonna kick his ass, so I got up, and fell back down, and the pain was so bad, my first reaction was to bite something. The something closest to my mouth happened to be the ground. I dug my teeth into that soil, and screamed.

I'm strictly a submission wrestler. I lock on the Crippler Crossface, and I don't care who you are, you ain't getting out. The more you struggle, the more likely I'll tear your shoulder out of socket. Oh yea, and the TAKA death grip. The name I made up, its the first letter of my last name, and three of my friends. Basically, I just shove my thumb in your eye.