In the heart of the wrestling ring, the masked sub is given one clear instruction before the session begins: lie still on his front and endure. Nothing more. His only purpose is to be the dummy body for everything that follows. Dressed in nothing but my shiny nylon MMA shorts, I step over him and begin working through a relentless series of choke holds and tight scissor holds, locking him down against the mat while he stays face-down and motionless.
Ribs take sharp kicks that land with purpose. I jump onto his back, settle my full weight, and use the ring ropes for leverage as I crush and grind against his head. My feet find his skull repeatedly. The shiny fabric of the MMA shorts slides and catches the light with every shift of my hips and every hard stomp.
Trampling covers his back, legs, and the length of his body while he remains prone, absorbing every impact without resistance. The masked dummy stays exactly where he was told to stay, taking the holds, the kicks, the crushing, and the full body trampling until the session ends.
