Countertop Heavyweight

I locked eyes with a towering ceramic mug and knew right then we had to wrestle! It was stacked with heavy metal spoons, basically daring me to try. I dug my feet into the slick polished counter, lowered my shoulders, and slammed both forearms straight into its side with everything I had! SKRRR-EEK! The beast gave ground! It slid a whole three inches, spoons clattering like a roaring stadium crowd! Who is the champion of the counter? That's right, ME!