So, I gotta tell you about my Saturday night. I’m a huge wrestling fan, and SummerSlam was on, you know? The big question on my mind: Could Cody Rhodes actually beat Brock Lesnar?
I grabbed some snacks, settled into my favorite chair, and got ready for the match. I’d been following this whole storyline since Cody came back to WWE, and the build-up to this fight was intense.
The Match!
The bell rang, and these two just went at it. I mean, it was brutal! Lesnar, being the beast he is, was throwing Cody around like a ragdoll. I was on the edge of my seat, cringing with every slam.
But Cody, man, he’s got heart. He kept kicking out, kept fighting back. You could see the determination in his eyes. I was yelling at the TV, “Come on, Cody! You got this!”
There were a few times I thought it was over for Cody. Lesnar locked in that Kimura Lock, and I was sure Cody’s arm was going to snap. But he endured. He showed the grit.
The Finish!
Finally, after what felt like forever, Cody started to turn the tide. He hit Lesnar with not one, not two, but THREE Cross Rhodes! My heart was pounding!
- First Cross Rhodes…
- Second Cross Rhodes…
- Third Cross Rhodes…
1… 2… 3!
Cody did it! He pinned Brock Lesnar clean! I jumped off my couch and cheered. It felt amazing!
Seeing Cody win, after everything he’s been through, was so satisfying. The whole thing gave me a boost. I felt pumped.
So, yeah, that was my Saturday night. Pretty awesome, if I do say so myself.
