Things started off the same way most Bro Battles do...
With jocks provoking each other.

Pezudo decided it would be funny to play that game and try whipping me with a kitchen rag... he opened that door, and there was no going back.

These games always end the same way.
One shove becomes two.
One challenge becomes another.
"I dare you this, I dare you that..."
And before you know it, we're on the floor fighting to prove who's really in charge.

That's the beauty of Bro Battles.
🚫No scripts.
🚫No elaborate setup.
Just two guys horsing around until wrestling becomes inevitable.

But understand this... It's not about winning with these battles.
It's more like a silent war to overpower and subdue the other... And there was a silent catch: Whose signature move would dominate this match?

Pezudo came armed with his favorite weapon.
That nasty armbar of his, usually accompanied by a size 12 foot planted right in someone's face.
A move he's become way too comfortable applying.

As for me?
I stuck with a classic.
The good old Figure 4 Headscissor. 4️⃣🦵🏻

Legs locked.
Pressure building.
And a calf resting not so gently against the throat while my opponent desperately tries to figure out how breathing is supposed to work.

Every chance we got, we hunted for our signature holds.
Every escape led straight into another attempt.
Every opening became an opportunity to remind the other alpha whose move was more dangerous.

But you know a Bro Battle is getting good when something unexpected happens.
One of the guys steals the other's signature move?? Is that even allowed?

The hunter becomes the hunted.
And now both wrestlers are trying to prove they can apply each other's hold even better than the original owner.
And trust me...

Neither of us was willing to let the other have the last word.

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