When I come into my hotel room, I overhear a conversation in my buddy Ben's room next door. The connectin’ door is open, so it's not like I'm snoopin’. But it sounds kinda interestin’.
"Shit, Ben, I gotta wrestle. I can make it quick. Not like you put up much of a fight anyway."
My buddy Ben goes, "Funny. I've won a few falls when we've met. Not enough, but a few. Trust me, Beau, I'd love to, but I have to hit the road. If I don't, I could lose this potential client. Once Jeff gets back, we're heading right out."
I think, "Beau?" Ben's told me ‘bout this guy. Hm.
Beau tells Ben, kinda jokin’, "How about I make you wrestle me?"
I don't even give Ben time to answer. I jump in, "How ‘bout you wrestle me, instead, dude?"