No, not the chemical, the wrestling move.
My job used to be very physical. I taught little kiddies (and big kiddies too) how to fly through the air
with the greatest of ease with the least amount of pain possible. Don't get me wrong. It isn't painful if you just listen to what you're told, so don't use this as an excuse to not try it out. I used to be pretty buff. I handed out tickets to the gun show every time I pointed. I didn't get hurt often, but when I did, I reverted to just being a girl.
In an attempt to keep the peace in a class (on the ground) and to make sure that everyone got a turn, I assisted a little girl (who was not so little) on the static trapeze. Said child had a tendency to not listen. Of course, she slipped right off of the trapeze. It isn't high. It was about 4 feet. Because it was my job, I saved her from splitting her skull and spilling brains all over my mat. Unfortunately, in the process, the child decided to freak out while almost in my arms and somehow managed to bend my thumb backwards…to about my elbow.
I refrained from throwing her as far as I could onto her head. I placed her gently on the floor, feet first even, and then snuck into the back where I could curse this child and her firstborn. I don't know if you've ever been on a trapeze, but suffice it to say that YOU NEED BOTH THUMBS! A part of my job included putting on several shows a week, many of which involved me using my thumbs so this little booger machine put a hurting on me.
Skip ahead about two days. All of the shows for the week have been completed and it's time to go out and party Carlos n' Charlies style. The alcohol was flowing rather freely, as it did on most nights there. I'll be the first to admit that I had my fair share (and your fair share, and hers, and his), so I was feeling no pain. Until…
Brynn (a girl I worked with) decided that it was a good time to have a little fight. I'd venture to say that Brynn and I were the toughest girls around at that time and there was a play fight or two just to see who was tougher. We both knew it was jokes, never took it seriously or personal. Mind you, I was more than half in the bag, but I think it went a little something like this:
B approached me in the manner of play fighting. I responded. All was fun and games. B happened to grab the hand with the bent-back thumb and bent it back again. At this point, everything ceased to exist except the pain in my thumb. I now know what is meant by blind rage. Everything literally went white and all I could focus on was retaliation. Unfortunately, B just didn't know what she did. Before Carlos, Charlie, our co-workers, and half of Ixtapa, I blindly grabbed her head and I gave her a DDT. On the floor. The dirty, dirty floor. At Carlos n' Charlies.
Have you ever been in a nightclub and it just got quiet? I have.
Brynn was twitching just a bit as she lay on the floor. People just stood looking from her to me and back again. Don't worry, she was only slightly stunned. She got up, brushed herself off, and we kept drinking. This is the stuff that legends are made of. I spent another 4 months in that place and it took at least 2 before people stopped talking about the time Sunshine DDT'ed Brynn in CnCs. Ahh, good times.
Miss ya Brynn!!