Nope, you’re not wrestling a bear. No way. What you wouldn’t give to be smacked in the face with a steel chair instead!
You roll under the bottom ring rope, which is just a couple jump ropes tied together, and head for your car. Big Honker growls in anger. The crowd boos loudly and ferociously, calling you every swear word imaginable, and a few beyond the realm of imagination.
As you pull away from the outdoor ring and creepy shed, the promoter screams after you for his $50. In one fluid motion, you pull the wad of cash out of the backend of your wrestling trunks and toss it out the window.
You drive away from the forest and head straight to the admissions office for grad school.