In 1989 when I was wrestling at Clemson, Kenny Monday popped in to roll with us. He was the Olympic Gold medalist in Freestyle at 74KG in 1988. Won Silver in 1992. He was a D-1 national champ at OSU in 1984, but it's not like he was a 4x D-1 national champ. But he had progressed considerably since then.
Now- I was not an elite college wrestler. Far from it. Never saw a varsity match at Clemson. But I at least competed with the starters that were on the squad. If I wrestled a match against the #1 guy in my weight class, I would lose like 8-2 or 10-3 or something like that. Which is a pretty sound drubbing at that level. But it's not like I was getting pinned every 45 seconds.
I got a single 2 minute round with Kenny. The only way I could describe it is to say it was like the earths gravitational pull on me was suddenly 10 times as strong. I could not free my wrists from him. I could not move an inch when I was on the bottom. I was simply unable to get my head, hips, legs or shoulders anywhere they needed to be.
When I shot in on him and he sprawled, it was like he sprawled forward not backward. Normally if you shoot in on someone and they do an effective sprawl, you are left flattened out holding onto a leg or something, and they just hop around. But with Kenny, I was just this concentrated knot of limbs crumpled into a space that was far too small for my mass.
Within a minute, he had racked up an incalculable number of exposure points on me before he pinned me. And he did the same again in the second minute. Felt like an hour.
Humbling is not a strong enough word.