I love watching the tough guy wrestler completely ego driven, walk onto the mat against Nolf, and watching Nolf as he deconstructs and scatters their soul into each corner of the mat, and when the buzzer or whistle ends the match, a shattered and forever broken version of his opponent stumbles off the mat.
"pressure" was not imar's weakness. And he never just gave up. If you made him work hard for three or four minutes his gastank was on E. Being well muscled is a blessing in wrestling for about four minutes. After that you're f'd.
Imar's Achilles was always that he had NO gastank. He was so used to muscling guys all through high school. He was either gonna drop you in the first or his match was over.
