7/23 Wrestling Training Recap, and The Girlie Get's Recognized
7/23 Wrestling Training Recap, and The Girlie Get's Recognized
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Well, this was a very interesting weekend. With temperatures up in the 100's it was no wonder why the girlie was a little more, oh let's just say less then cordial.
For those of you in the know, the girlie, who's name is Keidi, already hates that I have wrestling in my life. However this weekend it got ugly, and now I am forced to reveal more personal things then I care to over this computer. But, she asked for it, and insist on it, so who am I to not indulge her, huh?
Keidi, baby, this is for you. Just remember you asked for this, and maybe now you will be more careful in that for which you ask for.
1 You say I tell more to people over this computer about my life in wrestling then I do to you. Well, that may be true dear, but you hate it. You hate I am involved in it and you never turn down an opportunity to bash it. It is a sad fact that I get more support and the people are more excited about what I am doing then you are. Whenever I ask you to help me with something wrestling related you ALWAYS shoot me down. You have gone so far as to promise me you would do something for me, resulting in me giving my word to others, then fail to honor what you said, resulting in me looking like a huge jackass and not keeping a commitment. And anytime I bring wrestling up you get pissed! Downright postal. Yes, you did go with me once, a long time ago, to a local sporting goods store to buy some new kneepads, and you bring that up as being supportive? Well, it's not, so stop fronting on that ok? I might as well been going to buy dog food.
2 I am not wasting my time. I have always said to you, and to those who are following along online that if I wrestled at least one match then I was calling this endeavor a success. Well, I have wrestled, and every match since then is just gravy. I have told you that I am not now, nor will I ever be a professional wrestler. I am just a fan who happens to wrestle, this is the ultimate in fan participation for me. Through this little adventure of mine I have met people I am fans of, and I am allowed to even get in the ring and wrestle with some of them. You love Survivor! If you was to be so fortunate as to be able to go camping with Richard Hatch I would never even dream of stepping in your way. Find something you are passionate about and go with it! If you found something that made you feel half as good as wrestling does me I would never even consider asking you to give it up. In fact, I would be extremely happy for you. Wrestling is one thing that is ALMOST as important to me as you are. But your attitude on it stinks and it hurts me that you won't indulge me this one thing.
3 Those people who leave comments on MySpace comments section, I don't know them. Any of them. They don't know me either. They are just well wishers who are cheering me on, that's all. Yahni, I don't know her. I have never spoken to her. I don't know who she is, what she does or anything else. Yes, she has left several messages for me, but that's all they are is messages, well wishes. That's all. And yes she left a comment that closed with "Love ya" or something to that effect. Whoopdy freakin doo! Believe it or not, a lot of people say that to people. It's as generic now a days as later gator. While I appreciate her comments and support, as I do with everyones, there is no sordid love triangle. This isn't junior high, and this is MYSPACE for crying out loud! If I was looking to stray on you, I wouldn't look here. I would be more apt to join one of those singles cults you see advertised everywhere. At least then I would possibly be able to see through those posers! Here on MySpace it's a jungle. And thanks for believing in me by the way. In wrestling and in love. Yes, they were both meant to be facetious.
4 Wrestling takes having a strong personality. Through different periods of our life together you have said I was both a pompous ass, or had the personality of a wet mop. Well, they say the likes of Ric Flair could have a 5 star match with a mop. And Mr Flair? It would be an honor. As far as being a pompous ass, well, the likes of The Rock, Stone Cold Steve Austin and Triple HHH have taken that formula straight to the top. So I guess I am in fine company. What are you gonna do when I really turn that wrestling charm on and go full on Pompous ass? Run for the hills, I would. But I hope you would trust I would mute it at home.
5 Yes, dear, it might not make sense to you. I understand that. But where you see grown men in tights pretending to fight, I see great enthusiasm. I see gifted athletes who have the ability to tell a story with their bodies. I see people who have the power of being able to control a crowd with their actions, to hold the audience in the palm of their hands. I have offered to take you up to Portland, to let you step in the ring so you can learn the difference between play fighting and the hellacious pain that gets employed before the only true aspect of the predetermined part get's employed. But if you remember you have declined every time.
Keidi, I love you. We have been together for six years, and down some very long, rough roads together. Believe you me, there isn't any vice out there that wrestling will bring to me that I can't get through. I am very happy being with you, and I need your support. If I can't get it then it is no wonder I keep wrestling away from you because all it does is cause problems. And I am not about to quit. I can't, and I can't explain why. Just sit back, enjoy the ride and you may, just barely and against your will, enjoy the trip.
Ok, enough of that. If I thought I was bashed over the weekend, this really aught to get my ass kicked. Just remember, honey, I love you? Be gentle and kill me quick.
I have not been up to the school in a good while, and there was a number of new students there. This one guy looked like Elvis, he had the jet black hair, the famous Elvis pompadour and even the sideburns. He looked like a carbon copy of Rico Constantino. As far as his working goes, he was only on his second class, so all he was doing was monkeys, so it was kind of hard to tell if he has it or not, but as far as looks go, he is a winner. It was funny, Elvis was in the ring and people were telling him to bust out the Blue seuede shows and stomp a mudhole, and to pretend he wasn't getting along together with Suspicious Minds. He left early, and as he stepped onto the bus that was just outside the door Colonel DeBeers quips "Ladies and Gentlemen, Elvis has gotten on the bus!" Well, I guess you had to be there, but it was damn funny. He's a nice kid with a great look, and he might do just fine. Time will tell.
Then there was this really big guy who I have to take my hats off to. He was way more athletic then a guy his size should be, but he was very nice and respectful. I kinda felt bad for him because everyone was taking turns chopping the hell out of his chest, just giving him the dickens, but he was a good sport about it. I think if he works hard and listens to Buddy and Colonel he will be good to go.
Then there was two new girls. One was very shy and timid, I honestly can't say I expect her to stay around long. She tried hard, but just couldn't relax enough to go with the flow. If she loosens up and goes for it she might turn herself around, but if not then I suppose she'll just fade away. But the other one now! She is a huge mark and is just tickled to shit to even be there. Kinda like me! She tries very hard, and Colonel DeBeers worked with her quite a bit. Her training is coming along nicely because she was easily 100% better after the class then when she first started a couple hours earlier.
Then there is another newbie, but I wrestled him in my last match of the day, so I'll get back to him later.
Ok, since there was so many newbies there I only wrestled in two matches. The first was with my arch nemesis Malachi! Actually it was only my second time wrestling Malachi, but with a name like his how can he not be your arch nemesis?
We talked over the match, and we agreed I was going to employ heelish characteristics and whoop the tar out of him (In keeping with my smashmouth style I suppose) while giving him openings to mount some offense. The finish was I was to ascend to the top rope where he was going to meet me and then deliver a hurrincanrana off the top rope for the pin. However, and for reasons unknown to me, about 30 seconds before we stepped into the ring he nixed it and decided we would just call it in the ring, which works for me as I am a big fan of on the fly spontanaety (If I spelled that right). We had a good match, but nothing really outrageous happened until I really cracked my knee hard. Since I didn't know the finish, or even who was going over in the match I made the executive decision to hurt my knee. The psychology being that after getting whooped on for a bit he would take advantage of my injury to end the match somehow. So I give him a sidewalk slam by the ringpost and I whisper to him to lay there and move out of the way at the last second so I could put my plan in motion. So I climb the turnbuckle, jack my jaws to the crowd of students and took flight. Well, Malachi must not have heard me as the last second when he was supposed to move passed rather quickly and I was forced to readjust in flight , turn slightly to my left as I straightened out my leg, thus driving my right knee straight into the mat. You would be suprised what 260 lbs and gravity can do as they teamed up to kick my ass. However the searing pain passed rather quickly, which is a testament to the healing properties of adrenaline and being caught up in the moment can do. It wasn't until later, while I was driving home that I noticed that the gas pedal in the truck seemed a lot stiffer, and everytime I moved the leg to apply the brake, the lateral movement just killed me. But I digress. I got even about a minute later when, as he powered out of the camel clutch I had him in I caught him in the eye pretty good. But I bet he is seeing ok now, my freakin knee still hurts! As I turned from throwing verbal assaults at the referee he hit me with an inside cradle and scored the pin, the prick!
The second match was with a newbie who has limited working knowledge, but it went rather well. I led him through the match, at one point I called for him to deliver a DDT, after the match he told me that was his first time, which made me nervous as you can break someones neck if you do it wrong. But to his credit he did it perfectly. I was able to balance on the top of my head for a second before my body crumpled, resulting in a very good visual effect. The match ended when I reversed a, HA! just realised it, a camel clutch into an ankle lock and made him tap. I know he was quite pleased with his match, and I have to say he is picking things up quite nicely. Now, if I can only remember his name. But, whoever you are, we'll lock horns again, and hopefully we do even better!
Well, this was 27 and 1/2 miles long, so I think I should end it now. Thanks for reading, and I'll be sure to keep you all appraised in any future developments. So until next week, Sayonara!
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