WRESTLING TRAINING RECAP 9/17

Wrestling Training ReCap 9/17
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Category: Sports

If wrestling in singles competition can be deemed challanging to the unintiated, then three way's are that much harder. Toss in a four way tag match and it is damn near impossible.

But, more on that match later.

First match up was with my favorite opponent, Thrash. For those of you who actually delve deeper into my blogs then I give you credit for, Thrash is the one in the WAPW video that is fond of using the gore for his finish. Yes I was gored. Yes he pinned my ass. Yes, tons went on before the gore, so here it is.

The match went by pretty well, if I do say so myself. We didn't talk any spots out nor planned any elaborate finish, in fact when we first locked up it wasn't even discussed who was going over. This actually worked out good, as when you know the finish you tend to map the match out accordingly. This has to be done. However I must say it was very liberating in a way to just be able to go out there and let it flow. Of course my flows come in trickles, but hey, I'm learning!

To start the match we did the customary circling in the ring, but just before we locked it up, as he was coming in for it, I suddenly turned and took off the "Sieze the Weekend" beanie that I wear until it get's knocked off my head during the heat of battle. I don't know why I decided to take it off, nor why I picked that moment to do it, other then the dramatic effect it caused, but that's what I did. I turned to a fist full on in the face which sent me reeling to the ropes and the match, as they say, was on.

Thrash worked me over good for about three minutes, stuffing my comebacks at every turn while he worked over my head and neck. Finally I was able to reverse an Irish Whip, which I followed him into the corner with a lariat. After a couple of punches to the jaw, and a second or two instructing the ref on how to do his job and insisting that the rulebook was recently rewritten to allow full on punches to his ugly mug, I decided to employ the time honored tradition to chopping the holy living hell out of his chest. Now, since we are not in front of a paying crowd, I made the executive decision to hold back just a bit on the chops, as they hurt like hell. But Noah, another student extraordinair, said they looked like crap, so I whetted my palm with saliva, hushed the massive crowd of 7 or 8 with a finger to the lips, and laid one in that would have made Ric Flair proud.

"THANKS, NOAH!" Next time mind your own freaking business.

After turning away from Thrash and holding my now numb as hell hand and milking it for all it's worth, Thrash whipped me into the ropes, for which I took a tackle and he took the bump. I picked him up, sent him back into the ropes and he came back out and we double clotheslined each other. He got up at 6, I got up at 7 and he proceeded to Beal Toss me into the corner and stomp a literal mudhole in my ass. He then Irish whipped me into the opposite corner, I came stumbling out and took a Gore that damn near knocked my boots off. It was very impressive, and I took the best bump of the day, mostly because it was an actual 5 star collision, and the bump, well, what goes up must come down. It was very nice. He draped an arm over me, and that was it, 1-2-3.

Next I reffed a match between Elvis and Collin. Normally I don't avail you of matches that I am not in, but this one will be touched on, at least a small sequence of events, to illustrate how refs can, and often do get their asses kicked in the ring as well. Not only that, but it's damn funny.

Collin had Elvis down on the mat in a sleeper hold, for which case I was right there making sure Collin wasn't employing dastardly tacticts and illegally choking him out. As Elvis went unconsious Collin covered him for the pin. After a count of two Elvis kicked out so violently that his arm, and attached fist, flew straight into my nose. Tears came instantly, there was a funny smell, I saw bright lights and a copper taste immediatly filled the back of my throat.

Oh, that's not as funny as you might have thought, hmmm?

A couple of minutes later Elvis had Collin down for the count, and as a count of two was employed, Collin kicked out violently, and promptly kicked me in the freaking nose. Yes, you may all now laugh. I did at the absurdity of it, though it wasn't funny at the time.

My next match was with...Elvis. And a reciept was in order.

Actually Elvis is so new that a match with him is very basic, just monkeys. Somewhere in it all I had him in a front facelock and had his nose firmly implanted in my sweatty armpit. After I noticed it I got a smile in my face and let him linger for another 10 seconds, his account was paid in full!

Oh, Elvis won the match with a bulldog. And I am 0 for 2 on the day.

Before the last match that sent us home, I spent some quality time listening to Colonel DeBeers road stories. They ran the gammut from working with Scott Hall (Razor Ramone) to Buddy's run in WWE back when Bob Backlund was champ, to his rememberances of the famous (or not so infamous) McGuire twins (those of you in the know will remember the two twins who were in the Guinesse Book of World Records for the worlds heaviest twins, and who shot to fame doing the commercials for Honda Motorcycles by riding "mini" bikes across the nation.) They were trained by the legendary Gory Guerrero (Eddie Guerreros Father) and had a small yet notorious run back in the early 80's.

Ok. Now for the fourway tag. It was Thrash, Noah, Bud Barber and myself vs Collin, Elvis, (The newest new guy who I never remember his name) and Quiz. My team was heels and we were instructed to tag in and out very rapidly. So, not knowing the actual sequence of moves with each person well enough to call it, let's just suffice it to say it was fast paced. I got in the match vs Collin, for which I worked his arm over with an arm bar, then tagged out to (Bud?) I next got in with Elvis ( hot tag) and was subsequently clotheslined and stomped until Thrash entered the ring and pulled my ass in for the tag. The next thing I remember we were all in the ring and us heels were each in a corner working over the faces. We get a sudden ephiphany to Irish whip the four faces into a cataclysmic crash in the middle of the ring, but we were all reversed, and us heels did the crashing. I saw it on tape and it was VERY impressive. All four faces covered all four of us heels and we were all down for the count, and TGO went officially 0-3, my first shutout!

Now, why four ways are almost impossible.

First of all in a regular one on one you know what to do. You know if it's a gimmick match to employ the gimmick. You know if it's grudge match that it get's down and dirty. You know if it's a classic face vs heel how to navigate that kind of match. When you have 8 guys in the ring you run into several roadbumps like too much action, continuity, and the psychology of the match is overshadowed just by the amount of humanity vying for the spotlight. Which you have to do as it is your job. To be in the spotlight. The key is in making yourself look good in making your opponent look good, all while not burying yourself. It's very tough to do.

Before I close this out, a quick shout out to my cousin Dylan who may have hooked me up with the opportunity of a lifetime. THANK YOU!!! I will be sure to tell you all about it if something comes of it. Just suffice it to say....OH, I CAN'T! If you want to find out, keep me in your prayers, and I'll remember you all the way to the tv screen! (Hint Hint).

Thanks for reading, I am now officially going to bed as I am tired as hell and my nose is killing me!

Currently watching : WWE - The Life and Death of the Road Warriors Release date: By 14 June, 2005

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