Rendell Zebu looks like something out of a sculpture museum. Perfect lines, perfect musculature on his lean frame. I’ve always been impressed by his sadistic fighting style, and his impressive grip for such a slender dude. It was only a matter of time before we faced off and locked up in a barefoot, bearhug battle.
From the initial lockup, it’s clear we both need to dig our heels into the mat to gain the first advantage. Naturally, yours truly clamps onto Zebu’s smaller waist first. You can actually hear me laboring to inflict the most pain on him...a favor he returns all too soon, and one that goes back and forth in an even exchange of might. Soon I’ve got Zebu cursing and sweating, as we lock fingers in a test of strength that has but both cursing in a match that consists almost entirely of standup grappling and strength tests.
At last we tumble to the mats, only briefly, for Zebu to grind his ass into my face before we scramble to our feet again, and go back to crushing, squeezing, pressing, mangling, and flattening one another.
This feels like the beginning of a beautiful rivalry!
