I don't do jenkem, I am jenkem

One night, I felt like ‘letting go’, so I pulled up a list of every wrestling match that wrestling journalist Dave Meltzer has given five stars. I decided to watch Ric Flair, the reluctant hero of southern wrestling against Terry Funk, the outlaw villain, at Clash of the Champions IX The only way to win was make the opponent say ‘I Quit’. Before the bell rang, I knew the match would change the world, and it happened in 1989. The match played out like poetry – every strike and suplex carried meaning in between, and in the margins of the movements and injury-selling They were merely two men, yet I didn’t believe it was possible that either could give up. And yet, Funk – in Flair’s figure-four leglock – screamed ‘Never! Never!’ and finally ‘Yes, I give up!’ After being defeated, Funk limped over to Flair, shook his hand, and I wept