In high school, I was a varsity wrestler. I had one move, and it was called the Head and Arm. It was considered a “desperation move” because it was so risky, but it was always the first thing I’d hit. Either I’d win the match in 30 seconds or get my ass kicked for six minutes.
I did pretty well for a while, surprising unsuspecting 103 lbs-ers (the lightest weight class, I know) with what is essentially a bullshit move. After a while, the people who frequented wrestling forums figured me out. I was nicknamed “Giant 103” because I was so tall (5’3” at the time) and because I had weak legs. The advice forum posters had for defeating me was to take out my legs first. It worked pretty well.
There were matches every week, but the important things were the tournaments. I ended up in third place fairly often, but never once made it into a finals match. My senior year, I was a captain and did well enough in the league to qualify for Prep Nationals. We drove eight hours to Lehigh, PA, where I was briskly eliminated in my first match. My opponent had probably read the forums.
Anyway, this is the Head and Arm, as seen in Rushmore.