I lay there trying to take stock. Something very like this: that 400-pound gorilla of an opponent, Bar-Ree, had seized me in a full nelson and then dragged me at high speed all over the centre of the arena. He was like a calligrapher using my body as a brush to trace whatever patterns he chose all over the canvas. From the approval the crowd was showing, I reckoned it was one of his set pieces. I lay there dazed and panting as he took a lazy lap of honour, touring the circumference of the ring to soak up the cheering and general appreciation.
It unnerved me that he was strong enough to pick me up and hurl me around like that, but I was more unnerved by the prelude to that manoeuvre of his. It was like this. You often hear sportswriters and others observe ‘he moves very fast for a big man’
