Paul the Bull Wrestler

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This story takes place in the 1840s it was a different time. Please don't think for a second I'm endorsing animal cruelty.

Paul McDearg had come to Spain on a religious mission. He'd wanted to preach the restored gospel. He'd never thought that he'd have to prove himself in the ring.

He and Frederick McMann had been challenged by one of the locals. "If you are truly sent from god, señors, you must fight the bull! It is a true test of courage and sincerity." That is what a man they had talked to said.

Now the two missionaries were standing in the middle of the dirt paved arena. The whole town had gathered in the stands to watch. The wooden gate was raised. A massive dust cloud with hooves and horns at its center charged into the arena.

Once the air cleared, Paul and Frederick were faced with a giant black bull. Its horns measured longer than a grown man's arm span. Full of rage built from confinement, the bull locked eyes with Frederick and charged.

Paul didn't want to kill the creature so he thought fast. Getting behind the bull, Paul grabbed its tail. With superhuman strength, he grabbed the animal and lifted it over his head. He swing it round and round and then slammed its bulky body into the ground. He held it pinned there for a count of ten.

The crowd was shocked. No matador in all of Spain had fought a bull like this! Paul waited for the animal to calm down. Keeping hold of its tail, Paul let the bull get up, then calmly steered the beast back into its pen. Truly a miraculous victory!