Talk:Ogre/@comment-25601391-20150225210020/@comment-25035274-20150225214945

I strike my best Major Alex Armstrong pose, and while she's blinded by the awesomeness that is the Amrstrong legacy I leap into action! Cue fast action montage with lots of words popping out of brightly colored title cards. First, I get her into a Full Nelson! Then, I pummel her with my best Flying Body Splash! Boston Crab! Octopus Hold! And to top it all off, I hit her with my Finishing Move, the ever-popular Armbar-to-Triangle conversion!

...

A few minutes pass, and she just patiently stands there while I'm sitting on her shoulders (totally drawn in a chibi/SD style), with my arms wrapped around her forhead. She calmly reaches up, grabs me by the sides, and lifts me off. Turning me around and bringing me down to face-level, she cracks a grin.

"Oh, I think I'm gonna keep you."

Yeah, so, as it turns out I'm about 54 kilos soaking wet, and only made it to the finals because I got wild-carded up. How that empty slot kept beating its opponents is anyone's guess.