Childhood Wrestling Stories................ I know you have them!
James Fabiano
Me and my friend (who has since moved to Florida) used to wrestle all the time.
Mostly, we would pretend to be WWF guys and would have our own WrestleManias
and the like. We even made our own championship belts with paper plates
(colored to look like the belts) stapled to belts.
One time, I remember trying to do the Dino Bravo side slam on Jerry (that's
his name, in case you weren't sure), but dropped him too close to the heater,
which his head hit. Later in the day (or maybe it was a few days later), we
were going towards my house when one of my other friends (whom Jerry didn't
really like) came along to annoy Jerry, and they wound up fighting, during
which my other friend hit Jerry in the head.....right where I dropped him on
the heater. Well, at that moment, he just lost it and damn near beat the shit
of the kid (which, as ashamed as I am to say it, was pretty funny).
I also remember how Jerry was in a "feud" with this other kid in the
neighborhood, who was "defending" his own belt (which was actually one of those
He-Man shields attached to a rope). We were both Brutus "The Barber" Beefcake
marks at the time, so we planned to actually have Jerry put this kid out with
a sleeperhold and cut his hair (he even brought scissors one day when they
wrestled). He never got to give him the haircut, but did DDT him on a rock.
Speaking of which, one other time Jerry was annoying my brother and his friend
Matt, and wound up piledriving Matt on a harmonica or something.
I'm positive I can remember more stories, and I'll tell you when I do/
J.F.
JamPM
"I Was A Teenage Jobber"
Let me set the stage, I lived on the corner, so we had a massive front yard,
bigger than our backyard. We would play football and whiffle ball in my
front yard because it was the only one big enough.
For awhile we wrestled, I was big, so I ended up playing the Dusty style
face role while the others stomped me Horsemen style.They would pull the
kicks but every once in awhile one would end up stepping on me.
But I didn't like doing the Bionic Elbow, for me it was the DDT, I'd get a
second wind and plant the heels into the grass.
Also my front parch has a planter thing, it's about three or four feet off
the ground, there was one kid who did the flying elbow off of it.
That_hurt_. Like a motherf'er
I always took the nasty bumps cause I was fat,(And everyone knows fat is
just there it has no sensitivity.What bullshit.)and because I didn't bitch.
Of course I also walked a half block home after tearing my ACL when I was
15(damn ice.)My left leg was useless.I had my had on my knee to keep it from
moving.
And I took beatings in high school for various offenses of high school
conduct codes.(Being a "fat fuck" or a "fat ass". Or just being.)
Not saying I'm a badass, just crazy enough to survive some f'd up things.I
never won a fight, just survived. Covered up my head and took my beating.
Waitasec... I just realized something:I'm hardcore.
;-)
JamPM,
I keep telling myself it's just a ride:
"The world is like a ride in an amusement park. And when you choose to go on
it, you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. And the
ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and
it's very brightly colored and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while.
Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to
question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have
remembered, and they come back to us, they say, 'Hey - don't worry, don't be
afraid, ever, because, this is just a ride...'
And we... kill those people."
From the show "Revelations"
Written and performed by Bill Hicks
Nicholas Kanaracus
Paul Marsh wrote:
>
> Jeez I have too many storys to tell... One of the funniest I can remember
> is when I gorilla pressed a friend of mine ( probably only 145 pounds or
> so) and I had him by the throat and the 'nads( I didnt know at the time) he
> was screaming like a woman and all the other guys and myself were laughing
> cuz we just thought he was selling the move.
> One other one was an awesome Junkyard Dog powerslam that I executed
> perfectly on the same guy onto a bed that ..well lets just say ..the bed
> exploded when both of us landed on it. Course I guess those kind of things
> happen when your a 6'0" 260 pound
> 13 year old. : )
>
> Paul
My only childhood wrestling story is a rather unfortunate one. I was a
freshman in high school, sitting in gym class on the bleachers. This
fellow student, a black kid about 6'2", 250, casual acquaintance, I
forget his name...anyway, we were discussing wrestling, and the only
problem was that he thought it was real. I was like, no way, man, and
so he was like, hey I'll grab you around the head and DDT you on the
hardwood gym floor! That's what he did! When he grabbed me I thought
he was just kidding around, but NO, and let me tell you all, the sight
of that floor rushing up to meet my poor head as he dropped me was a
chilling, chilling thing...I hold it with me to this day. After he
delivered it to me, I just lied there on my back for about ten minutes,
and then managed to get up and go to class. The guy didn't get in any
trouble!! NO ONE SAW IT HAPPEN! I was way too small and chubby at the
time to do anything about it, so I was losin' pretty bad that day. For
the next week or so, my neck or head didn't hurt, but my entire chest
ached like a motherfucker. Moral of the story: If you find yourself
discussing the veracity of wrestling with a large, slightly dull
mega-mark, DON'T.
VADER TIME!!!!!
Tim Sweitzer
When I was about 3 or 4 my older sister was laying on the floor atching TV.
I decided to climb the top of our couch and give her the Superfly splash.
Craig -BWC- Segelsky
It's not a physical wrestling story, it's more of a "Toy" story.
HAHA!! Even though, when I was younger(5-10 yrs old somewhere between
there), I used to beat up a stuffed teddy bear with some nasty moves.
But anyway, I remember those old WWF rings and wrestlers. Let's see
there was Big John Studd, Andre the Giant, Hulk Hogan, Jimmy Snuka,
JYD(Junk Yard Dog), Roddy Piper, Macho Man Randy Savage( I think), Iron
Shiek, if not Randy probably a couple others later on after the original
8 wrestlers( possibilities are Paul Ornodorf, Wendy Richter, Cpt. Lou
Albano, amog others) Well, I loved those wrestling figures dropping the
leg of Doom, the Snuka splash from anywhere in my room, slamming Big
John Studd with Andre like he did in MSG(Madison Square Garden) for
$10,000 and started to throw it into the crowd. I wish I still had the
ring and wrestlers because now I know they are worth some money now. If
anyone knows a complete list of wrestlers please post them the orginals
and the add-ons. Thank You!
"BWC" -cofounder of the wWo and one-half of RSPwWo (Websiders) tag team
champs
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"d.t.a., you stupid piece of trash, don't never trust nobody" - "Bang!!
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Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeet!!"
W.Pasquill
Aye,
Hmm I've got some great wrestling memories.....
There was the time I put my younger cousin (only younger by 2 years) out
with a full nelson. (I'd say that was the seventh time I'd won the title)
The time I had my older cousin in the figure 4 so long he couldn't walk.
(I think this was the begging of my 4th title reign)
The time my good Buddy Chris DDTed me off the deck to win the Championship
of the town.
There was the time I was powerbombed onto a rock, only to get up and lock
my cousin in the full nelson for a victory!
And then there was the day I invented the swinging DDT (perfromed by
grabbing your opponents arm and then swinging over there back and
catchiong there head on the way down.) oddly enough I lost that match
after I was cought in a moonsault (in a pool) and then powerbombed
repeatedly.
Overall my favorite holds were
The Full Nelson, Sharpshooter, Figure four and ofcourse the swinging DDT.
Am I the only person who finds it odd that me and my buds, were able to
come up with better angles , and could sell moves better than most
professionals?
W. Pasquill
GODGalactus
On 27 Aug 1997 03:03:14 GMT, JACK EPSTEIN
<V8-...@postoffice.worldnet.att.net> wrote:
>After being at my cousin's house today, I was reminded of when I was
>younger and I would wrestle him and my other friends.
>
>My favorite holds were:
>
>Sleeper Hold (I had it slapped on me for a minute, then I passed out)
>Bionic Elbow
>Boston Crab
>Powerbomb
>
>
>I remember back in 5th grade... me and my friend were wrestling, and I
>gave him a "bionic elbow" to his spine, and he was in shock from the move
>for almost an hour.
>
>Also remember being set up in a Razor's Edge (he couldn't hold me). He
>collapsed. Then I nailed him with a powerbomb, then turned it into a
>Boston Crab. After he didn't give up, I decided to tombtone him on my
>front lawn.
>
>My most favorite moment was when I DDTed my cousin into a steel bedframe.
>He was knocked out for 30 minutes.
>
>Funny thing is that I know how to perform most any wrestling move (I can
>do the Texas Cloverleaf, Abdominal Stretch, Sleeper, and others), yet I
>can't do any types of moonsaults (only in a swimming pool).
>
>I'm actually interested in starting a thread on this topic, because we all
>have stories about how wrestling had influenced us growing up.
>
>Jacques Epstein
>
Sure, 2 distinct memories stuck out for me.....
1) When I was around 9 years old, my friend performed some sort of
move on me (almost like a Bushwhacker Battering Ram), except I was the
Ram! He drove me into a wall, and I twisted my neck severely enough
that had to wear a soft neck brace for 3 weeks. They thought it was
hilarious.....
2) A friend of mine and I were going to wrestle my cousin and his
friend (who were both older and bigger than us) They had made the
ubiquitous Cardboard Championship Belts, and proclaimed themselves
champions. Well, while they were having fun and pummeling us (it was a
Texas Tornado match), my cousin went to pick me up from the ground and
I unbelievably turned it into a sort of small package. My other friend
counted the 1-2-3, and we were the new champions! I grabbed the belts
and ran around the school yard, while my cousin was cursing up a
storm. Even though they beat us later that day (in a proclaimed non
title match) we are still the champions 12 years later!!!
Waru
JACK EPSTEIN wrote:
>
> After being at my cousin's house today, I was reminded of when I was
> younger and I would wrestle him and my other friends.
>
> My favorite holds were:
>
> Sleeper Hold (I had it slapped on me for a minute, then I passed out)
It actually works?!?
> Bionic Elbow
> Boston Crab
> Powerbomb
>
> I remember back in 5th grade... me and my friend were wrestling, and I
> gave him a "bionic elbow" to his spine, and he was in shock from the move
> for almost an hour.
:) In 4th grade my "buddy" Matt jumped out of a tree and landed an
elbow in the center of my back. I had to take a few days off from
school and couldn't even lay down.
> Also remember being set up in a Razor's Edge (he couldn't hold me). He
> collapsed. Then I nailed him with a powerbomb, then turned it into a
> Boston Crab. After he didn't give up, I decided to tombtone him on my
> front lawn.
>
> My most favorite moment was when I DDTed my cousin into a steel bedframe.
> He was knocked out for 30 minutes.
Where was nurse Kratchett (sp?) during all this?
> Funny thing is that I know how to perform most any wrestling move (I can
> do the Texas Cloverleaf, Abdominal Stretch, Sleeper, and others), yet I
> can't do any types of moonsaults (only in a swimming pool).
>
> I'm actually interested in starting a thread on this topic, because we all
> have stories about how wrestling had influenced us growing up.
>
> Jacques Epstein
I'm glad you mentioned the pool thing. A few years ago when Sid and
Vader were going around as "Masters of the Powerbomb," my older cousin
and I would practice powerbombing my younger cousins while in the pool.
My crowning moment was turning on my older cousin and powerbombing him
into the pool from the deck. I told my uncle I was gonna do it, so he
got the camcorder out and started filming us. When I went to do the
actual powerbomb, I goaded him into thinking I was demonstrating a move
on him for my younger cousins. I quickly got the move on him, but he
started flailing in midair, so when I went to bomb him into the pool, he
was holding onto my arm and he ended up turning sideways and slamming
his head into the metal railing! I got it all on tape, too! How much
could I get for this? Barnett, Epstein? He didn't get stitches, but he
could have used a few. He still has trouble hearing out of his right
ear.
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Pogo1008
Heh... cool thread. I used to have wrestling matches with a friend all
the time for quite a while. The problem was that we had them on my
parents' bed, and we finally had to stop when I gave him a powerslam
and broke the bedspring. WE'RE HARDCORE! =P
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JACK EPSTEIN
>> After being at my cousin's house today, I was reminded of when I was
>> younger and I would wrestle him and my other friends.
>>
>> My favorite holds were:
>>
>> Sleeper Hold (I had it slapped on me for a minute, then I passed out)
>
>It actually works?!?
yes it does. In its TRUE form, it is different than the crap we've seen by
Beefcake. You have to put their throat in your elbow joint, then you push
the back of their head into the choke. They will tap out in about 15
seconds!
>> Bionic Elbow
>> Boston Crab
>> Powerbomb
>>
>> I remember back in 5th grade... me and my friend were wrestling, and I
>> gave him a "bionic elbow" to his spine, and he was in shock from the move
>> for almost an hour.
>
>:) In 4th grade my "buddy" Matt jumped out of a tree and landed an
>elbow in the center of my back. I had to take a few days off from
>school and couldn't even lay down.
my friend was in shock! His parents would have killed me!
>> Also remember being set up in a Razor's Edge (he couldn't hold me). He
>> collapsed. Then I nailed him with a powerbomb, then turned it into a
>> Boston Crab. After he didn't give up, I decided to tombtone him on my
>> front lawn.
>>
>> My most favorite moment was when I DDTed my cousin into a steel bedframe.
>> He was knocked out for 30 minutes.
>
>Where was nurse Kratchett (sp?) during all this?
I don't understand this joke. If I would understand it, I would have said
something very funny to respond to it!
>> Funny thing is that I know how to perform most any wrestling move (I can
>> do the Texas Cloverleaf, Abdominal Stretch, Sleeper, and others), yet I
>> can't do any types of moonsaults (only in a swimming pool).
>>
>> I'm actually interested in starting a thread on this topic, because we all
>> have stories about how wrestling had influenced us growing up.
>>
>> Jacques Epstein
>
>I'm glad you mentioned the pool thing. A few years ago when Sid and
>Vader were going around as "Masters of the Powerbomb," my older cousin
>and I would practice powerbombing my younger cousins while in the pool.
>My crowning moment was turning on my older cousin and powerbombing him
>into the pool from the deck. I told my uncle I was gonna do it, so he
>got the camcorder out and started filming us. When I went to do the
>actual powerbomb, I goaded him into thinking I was demonstrating a move
>on him for my younger cousins. I quickly got the move on him, but he
>started flailing in midair, so when I went to bomb him into the pool, he
>was holding onto my arm and he ended up turning sideways and slamming
>his head into the metal railing! I got it all on tape, too! How much
>could I get for this? Barnett, Epstein? He didn't get stitches, but he
>could have used a few. He still has trouble hearing out of his right
>ear.
Hmmm. Heel turns and shoots are really in demand. It all depends on if
there was a good interview afterwards. Maybe $10 shipped, max!
Frank Cirabisi Jr.
I feel for you. I was a product of the same unauthorized high school
code. Unfortunately I never fought back and had a concussion one time
from the beating I took. Boy kids in school can be pretty fucked up,
can't they?
"Austin 3:16 says that I just whooped your ass" Steve Austin.
JACK EPSTEIN
Another story happend last night!
Okay, my sister and her boyfriend were watching TV with me last night
(she's pretty small, and knows all of the UFC holds). So out of nowhere,
she jumps on me as I was sitting down on the couch. I pick her up, carry
her over to the floor, dropped her, and then started to work on her. I
tried out MANY submission holds....
1). Boston Crab is still the best move
2). Shamrock's ankle submission works
3). I can't do the Texas Cloverlleaf
4). That Pittman submission arm thing is awesome
5). Figure four is great
She then reverses the move, and puts me in the Pittman thing. She almost
broke my arm! Guess a good bye present for college, eh?
cutebuns
BY RICHARD WIEDEMAN
I remember that I always wrestled with a younger kid that lived down the
street from me every day at the bus stop. He was a puny kid, about 5'1, 105
pounds. I was a school football player, 5"11, 190 pounds. We always
wrestled all the time, but managed not to cripple each other. But one of
those days, I picked him up for a shoulderbreaker. It had just rained the
night before, so the grass was really slippery. My friend tried to put me
in a frankensteiner, but I slipped because of the weight shift. I landed on
my ass, and he landed on his back in a perfect Tiger Bomb. He was out cold,
and I could hear the bus coming. I threw him in the woods, and got on the
bus. Boy was he pissed:)
AnibalD
JACK EPSTEIN wrote:
>
> After being at my cousin's house today, I was reminded of when I was
> younger and I would wrestle him and my other friends.
>
> My favorite holds were:
>
> Sleeper Hold (I had it slapped on me for a minute, then I passed out)
> Boston Crab
> Powerbomb
>
> I remember back in 5th grade... me and my friend were wrestling, and I
> gave him a "bionic elbow" to his spine, and he was in shock from the move
> for almost an hour.
>
> collapsed. Then I nailed him with a powerbomb, then turned it into a
> Boston Crab. After he didn't give up, I decided to tombtone him on my
> front lawn.
>
> My most favorite moment was when I DDTed my cousin into a steel bedframe.
> He was knocked out for 30 minutes.
>
> do the Texas Cloverleaf, Abdominal Stretch, Sleeper, and others), yet I
> can't do any types of moonsaults (only in a swimming pool).
>
> I'm actually interested in starting a thread on this topic, because we all
> have stories about how wrestling had influenced us growing up.
>
> Jacques Epstein
asked him to wait a minute and keep still so I could go behind him. I
guess I had a blond moment because I grabbed his chin with one hand
andthe back of his head with the other one and twisted hard. He fell
down and couldn't move for a couple of minutes. I guess it was kind of
a stinger. When he could get up, he was royally pissed at me. To this
day, he doesn't trust me to walk around him.
Charles Jannsohn
Peter Lynn <3pjl8SPA...@qlink.queensu.ca> wrote in article
<340482...@qlink.queensu.ca>...
> I don't know now why I did this, but I remember giving this guy who I
> really hated a perfectly executed bulldog on the pavement in my
> schoolyard. He never saw it coming, and I'm sure that the half-inch of
> snow on the pavement did nothing to cushion the impact.
>
> Jodi Latimer yelled at me for being a bully, but I didn't care.
>
I say bully for you! and screw Jodi Latimer - she was always such a little
princess.
Mark Roulley
I was in high school and at the ACC Tournement in 1986 in Greensboro NC
staying at a Ramada Inn..I weighed about 240 at the time and was doin
"Big Splashes" from one double bed to the other when the frame shattered
into about 5 pieces..But my funniest moment occured about 2 months ago,
while making a movie with my fraternity brothers about fantasy
football..(I cut a stick and a broom to break upon impact)..I had a
scene where I beat one guy and was attacking the next with the
broom..The first bump went off without a hitch but the second one was
supposed to have me jumping off a deck and hitting another guy with the
broom..As I was winding up and coming forward the broom broke (I cut it
too much) I came down and hit my buddy square in the head opening about
a 1 inch gash and sending him to the hospital with a concussion..I have
it on tape..It is Fuking priceless..
Martelle Michael B
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This reply and the posts before it, were one of the best threads I've ever
read. I laughed very hard. I especially liked the pool story. Forget
Barnett, contact Bob Saget!
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DugganFan1 <Dugga...@hotmail.com> wrote in article
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> One of my most fond wrestling memories was when I was a kid on Halloween,
I
> was dressed like Hacksaw, with my 2x4 (I didn't have tape then, cause
Vince
> didn't want anyone to know about Hacksaw comming from a long line of
Taped
> Fist Champions). I knocked on 1 door, then came out a man who looked like
> Andre The Giant.
> So, I took my 2x4 and whacked it over his head !!!
> HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!! Then I found a snake and put it on him.
>
> DF1
> (who knows that the Patriot will win gold at Ground Zero)
>
>
Steve
This thread cracks me up. I'm 17, so my days ain't over yet. Here are
some of my favorite spots....
-NOTE: A lot of these happened during winter. With 6-feet of snow on
the ground, there's much more room for error.
11.) Picking up some bony kid, and getting him in a giant swing. I
cleared the ring using him as a weapon.
10.) Belly-to-back release suplex on one of my brother's friends. He
hit a big block of ice with his back.
9.) DDT'ing same kid through a homemade bicycle jump (Don't ask.)
8.) Fighting in a batters cage against my best friend. He's a
scrapper, but small (5'7, 125 pounds). He won after setting me against
the chain-link fence, and dropkicking me into oblivion. (During the
match, we had several really cool spots involving the fence, such as me
applying the Stevie-Stretch and running his ribs along the fence while
in it.)
7.) Chokeslamming the kid from moment 9 and 10.
6.) Release-powerbombing same kid onto a huge, rock-hard snow berm.
(He's kinda like the jobber of the bunch)
5.)Double DDT-ing my one of my friends and his brother. (tag-match.
Afterwards, my 7 year old brother comes along and kicks them both in the
ribs.)
4.) Winning the world title, only to drop it to the freakishly large
kid on the block 3 days later.
3.) Using a leg-extention to launch my friend off of a bed. (Stiff bed
match. Once he left the matress, he landed on a big wooden dresser,
slid off, and dumped himself on the floor....hard.)
2.) Moonsault off of some bleachers onto my best friend. Boy, was he
pissed. I accidently knicked him with my knee.
1.)Inventing the Stevie-Stretch! (Applied by getting behind opponent,
placing your arms along the inside of theirs like you would before
app,lying a Full-Nelson. Except their arms extend straight back from
their back, and you press into their elbows for added pressure. Great
move. Never had it countered.
Olivier Foley
As a kid I used to be the BIG BOSS MAN'S biggest fan (I'm 17 now and
still am a bit). I used to dress up as him and wrestle for hours on my
parents bed wrestling pillows of all things!? :-) I mean, I did
everything, even the announcing, the theme music (hahaha), everything.
I used to wrestle with a friend of mine in his swimming pool.....I
would be THE BOSS MAN and he would usually be Bret Hart or Hulk Hogan.
We had fun..
I now think about how it would be the dopest to have a High School
wrestling event.
Olivier
Jaydust
A long time ago, I was a big Roddy Piper fan. This was back at about the
same time as WrestleMania I. I was young then, and I really thought I was
the only one who liked Piper. I mean, I saw the crowd always booing Piper,
so it was a reasonable deduction. Anyway, a group of older kids came up to
me at school and asked me who I liked better, Hogan or Piper. I hated
Hogan with a passion, but I figured everyone else liked Hogan so I told
them Hogan. They told me I was stupid for liking Hogan and beat the tar
out of me.
Anyway, I ran into the same kids almost a year ago -- coincidently =) --
and they asked me who I liked better, Bret Hart or Stone Cold. Older and
wiser, I told them Stone Cold. They then proceeded to kick the carp from
me again, saying "Trick question. Hollywood Hogan's da bomb!"
That's my daily dose of irony for today. =)
P.S.: Only the first paragraph is true, and greatly exaggerated at that.
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Remember the name... Jaydust!
Bob Johnson
I don't know who started this thread, but I have to say it's great.
Reading these stories makes me laugh so hard.....
Blake
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On Wed, 27 Aug 1997 22:55:25 -0500, Waru <wa...@loveboat.com> wrote:
LOL!!!!
We used to make belts too,out of cardboard,and paints and stuff.
Watching Mid-South,we used to plan attacks on people and "knock"them
out with loaded gloves.
Richard M. Williams
I just remembered another incident relating to this thread, but it
really doesn't involve me. When I was in my Junior year of high school,
two kids I knew were sort of play-fighting at the start of a chemistry
class. Nothing was serious. Then one of the guys positioned himself so
that he was sitting on the other guys shoulders (perhaps to try a
hurricanrana[sp?]?). Anyway, the guy whose shoulders were being sat
upon put on a good "block"- he just dropped the kid down headfirst to
the floor. Well, from there it turned into a TOTAL ECW-style shoot.
Both had total anger in their eyes. They bashed each other with chairs,
desks, into cabinets and shelves, etc. The teacher (a really wimpy
female teacher) ran out of the room to alert the police officer who was
always on-duty at my school (yes, I did go to a BAD high school!).
Meanwhile, while she was getting him, my classmates and I were treated
to about 5-10 minutes of "hardcore" action! By the time the cop came to
control the situation, the room looked as if it had been in a war. It
was just unbelievable. The only bad part of this story was that it
totally ruined the friendship the two guys had. In the next
year-and-a-half that I knew them (until we graduated) they never spoke
a word to each other again.
Rich
JACK EPSTEIN
>I don't know who started this thread, but I have to say it's great.
>
>Reading these stories makes me laugh so hard.....
It was ME Robbie Boy! I wanted to leave RSPW with a fond memory of Jack
Epstein before I left to go off to college... I love this thread!
Jack Epstein
Keep in Touch....
Michael J. Csiki
On Thu, 28 Aug 1997 12:13:59 -0400, greg simpson wrote:
>Pogo1008 wrote:
<clipped for brevity>
>>We decided then that we were not sufficiently trained
>to try such a thing again and got back to work.....forever!
One new years eve at my cousin Joe's house when my bro and sis and I
and Joe's bro and sisters were all in our twenties. Joe and his
sisters threw a huge party. Joe and his girlfriend Karen's brother
Brian hit each other, closed fist, full force, with their fists
bearing down on their foreheads. It seemed like a "macho thing"
until I realized they were dutting other kinds of wrestling holds on
each other all night long!
At some point during the party, I asked Brian to give me one of those
"fists to the head" that he and Joe were dishing out all night and
telling everybody "how real" wrestling coul be and he did!
I never asked him for one of those again!
MikeC. :)
mcs...@megsinet.net
http://users.aol.com/MikeC16958/home.html
mike_d
When I was in grade three I went to a friends birthday party. His mom
didn't want many people there but he managed to invite about twenty.
To keep us occupied his mom rented Wrestlemania 2 with the hope that
we would keep quiet and watch it. Fat Chance. After the 20 man battle
royal I turned to the kid sitting next to me on the couch, grabbed him by
the hair and threw him over the back of the couch like it was the top rope.
He started to cry and went to hit me but I ducked and he hit another kid.
Soon we were all having an impromptu battle royal using the couch as the top rope.
I put one kid in a camel clutch and strained his back so bad he needed
a brace for the next week. When the kid whose party it was' mom came into
the room to see what all the comotion was, one kid got thrown over the couch,
landed on mom's knees and knocked her down. She kicked everyone out of the house
before we could finish the match but I was one of the only three remaining
I felt quite triumphant
ac...@concentric.net
In article <5u498e$pig$1...@newsd-108.bryant.webtv.net>,
All...@webtv.net (Mark Roulley) wrote:
>
> ..But my funniest moment occured about 2 months ago,
> while making a movie with my fraternity brothers about fantasy
> football..(I cut a stick and a broom to break upon impact)..I had a
> scene where I beat one guy and was attacking the next with the
> broom..The first bump went off without a hitch but the second one was
> supposed to have me jumping off a deck and hitting another guy with the
> broom..As I was winding up and coming forward the broom broke (I cut it
> too much) I came down and hit my buddy square in the head opening about
> a 1 inch gash and sending him to the hospital with a concussion..I have
> it on tape..It is Fuking priceless..
Fights, bumps, brooms, jumping off decks, concussions...do you
mind me asking what the hell all this was doing in a movie
about FANTASY FOOTBALL???
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Jaydust
Me and my friend from college were (and still are) big wrestling fans at
the time, and formed a mock wrestling group called "The Killer Gibbons." I
was known as "Slasher" and he was "Ravishing" Ray. Our manager, who wasn't
even a wrestling fan, was Brian "the Brain".
When the mood hit us, we'd perform mock run-ins on some of our friends
when they were alone. We had names for them also, like "Tugboat" Tom and
Chris "Cadaver" (A.K.A. Undertaker Jr.) These run-ins generally occured in
the middle of the night or on weekends when we had free-reign of the school
buildings. It was usually two-on-one, with "The Brain" watching.
One time, Ray held Chris down while I pulled his sneaker off and then beat
him repeatedly with it. I then threw his sneaker into a darkened lecture
hall, after which we stuck his head in the water fountain.
Another time when Chris was studying, Ray clotheslined him over his chair
(his feet kicked the table over as he fell backwards onto the carpeted
floor) and then we grabbed his books and whalloped his back with them.
Chris tried fighting back by jumping on my back, but I ran and hurled
myself back-first onto the couch, landing on top of him. Ray then DDTed
Chris onto one of his books.
The funniest part of the whole thing is that Chris and Tom were not in on
the joke. Neither cared about wrestling, and the looks on their faces as
we put the mock hurt on them were priceless.
There was another time when I turned on my manager. Me and Ray were
roughing up Tom once, and Brian did something I didn't like (I don't
remember exactly what). So I grabbed an apple that Tom had, I banged it on
my knee a few times to bruise it, and then turned around and smashed it
across Brian's forehead. He had bits of apple in his hair and apple sauce
dripping down his glasses. It was one of the funniest things we'd ever
seen.
Parkamarka
We used to have Royal Rumbles at school on a little patch of grass or on
the playground. One of my friends just used to legit piledrive everyone (he
even offered to piledrive the girls!). The worst incident I remember was
getting picked up in a backdrop position, except when I reached the highest
point, they just dropped me over their shoulder and I landed square on my
head. I think I must also be the first 12-year old who could moonsault
people.
Joshua Holmes
My funniest moment occured during my Senior Class Trip. The teachers
who escorted us were pre-occupied with one of the rooms, as they had
been caught with beer. Anyway, about 35 people gathered in my room
doing stupid crap when a wrestling match broke out between me and my
buddy. We used the dresser as a top rope for all our moves. My bed
broke when I went for a Moonsault and missed. We ended up using bubble
gum and the screws from the bathroom door to fix it.
That Saturday, as we were heading home, another friend of mine was
bouncing around on the other bed. He picked up on one the pillows and
did a Ligerbomb to it. He landed, and the bed creaked, then crashed
down under him and gave way. We grabbed our bags and darted out of the
room. The best part? The future classes have their rooms examined
before they return home from the Class Trip. LOL!!
Joshua Holmes
jdho...@force.stwing.upenn.edu
Scanz
When I was about 10 years old, my cousins and I would wrestle on my
grandfather's extra queen-sized bed. At one point, I was dominating my cousin
when he delivered a stunning dropkick. I went down and when I sprang to my
feet and turned towards him he hit me, full in the face and eyes, with a
handfull of table salt!!! The bastard was planning it all along and had it in
his pocket, just waiting for the right time. My eyes were on fire!! Man, did
that ever hurt. I went down blinded and he rolled me up for the pin!!! After
my loss, I ran for the kitchen sink and it took me a good 10 minutes of
rinsing before I could really open my eyes. We had a good laugh afterwards
and my cousin was nicknamed "Fuji" from then on.
Around the same time, we were hanging around with about 15 other neighborhood
kids and we all went down to a new gym that opened to check it out. When we
got inside there was a boxing ring set up but, needless to say, we turned it
into a wrestling ring and had ourselves our own Battle Royal. I have to say
that that was the most fun I've had, to actually be "in the ring". I was
eliminated pretty early being one of the youngest, but it was great to be part
of the double-teaming and backstabbing that occurs in a real Battle Royal.
Scanz
In article <19970828174...@ladder01.news.aol.com>,
johnn...@aol.com (JohnnSonya) wrote:
>This one involves my dog, Schultz (he's a 40 lb. Keeshound).
>
>After LMAO one night at the NWO, I rassled the dog down, piledrove him,
>suplexed, and then painted a stripe down his back. All the while singing
>the cheesy NWO porn-movie music!!!
This reminds me of the abuse that I used to dish out on my black lab, Buster.
He'd be fine with the headlocks but when it came to the piledrivers, he got
pissed off. Once, after a piledriver, he torn into me ripping my shirt to
shreds while I lay there and sold his move.
We worked well together!
Tim Sweitzer
If there is one thing we've learnedfrom this thread it's that it's a wonder
some promotion hasn't been sued because of kids beating each other up for
real. I wonder if kids ho watch UFC just pretend to hit each other.
--
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in the end...we shall all hee haw
FunkyM3485
When FunkyM was younger, him and his brother would wrestle. His brother
would proclaim "I am the Ulllllllllltamite Waaaaaaarior" and attempt to
clothesline FunkyM. FunkyM knew he'd ALWAYS try the clothesline and
countered with a kick to the nuts.
After that, he wasn't quite in the mood for wrestling.
Oh yeah, FunkyM also once bladed his brother for him. That was kooooool!
He should get out of the hospital tomorrow.
Big bang baby, it's a crash, crash, crash!
brew
A little off of the subject but.....back in Jr. High we used to have
free-throw shooting contests at the end of practice. We decided to make
belts for the 1st and 2nd place guys. I made the 1st place belt with
aluminum foil, stickers etc into my best replica of the old NWA belt.
The winner each day would win the belt, and then get to defend it at the
next practice. Guys would get so into it, wearing robes with the belt,
makeup (ala Road Warriors), doing "interviews." Our team sucked, we
finished 8-10, but at least practice was fun.
--
shuriken
On Wed, 27 Aug 1997 20:08:13 -0400, Joe Knights
<jkn...@tiger.towson.edu> wrote:
I LOVE this thread.With all the crap on RSPW,this is something we can
use.I too used to wrestle my larger cousin and get the crap kicked out
of me.I once made a cardboard belt that looked like the old Mid-South
North American title,and declared myself the North American champion.
Anyway,I was wrestling my cousin and he was NAILING me with chairs and
throwing me around the yard like a ragdoll.Then I found a way to beat
him. A BAG of POWDER! I threw it in his eyes,got up on the porch and
dropped and elbow on him,and while he was whining in pain,I pinned
him.Of course,I counted the pin myself.
I won and lost the belt 4 times to different people.The last time,I
lost the belt by submission.My friend gave me a airplane
spin,dizzied,he got me in a figure-four.I held on for as long as I
could,but that shit was too painful.
I could never win the belt back after that,as he lost it to another
dude in the neighborhood. I wonder who has that belt now 13 years
later? ;)
>That was funny!!!!!
> Joe
>
>O(+> O(+> O(+> O(+> O(+> O(+> O(+> O(+> O(+> O(+> O(+> O(+> O(+> O(+> O(+>
>
>On Wed, 27 Aug 1997, GODGalactus wrote:
>
>> On 27 Aug 1997 03:03:14 GMT, JACK EPSTEIN
>> <V8-...@postoffice.worldnet.att.net> wrote:
>>
>> >After being at my cousin's house today, I was reminded of when I was
>> >younger and I would wrestle him and my other friends.
>> >
>> >My favorite holds were:
>> >
>> >Sleeper Hold (I had it slapped on me for a minute, then I passed out)
>> >Bionic Elbow
>> >Boston Crab
>> >Powerbomb
>> >
>> >
>> >I remember back in 5th grade... me and my friend were wrestling, and I
>> >gave him a "bionic elbow" to his spine, and he was in shock from the move
>> >for almost an hour.
>> >
>> >Also remember being set up in a Razor's Edge (he couldn't hold me). He
>> >collapsed. Then I nailed him with a powerbomb, then turned it into a
>> >Boston Crab. After he didn't give up, I decided to tombtone him on my
>> >front lawn.
>> >
>> >My most favorite moment was when I DDTed my cousin into a steel bedframe.
>> >He was knocked out for 30 minutes.
>> >
>> >Funny thing is that I know how to perform most any wrestling move (I can
>> >do the Texas Cloverleaf, Abdominal Stretch, Sleeper, and others), yet I
>> >can't do any types of moonsaults (only in a swimming pool).
>> >
>> >I'm actually interested in starting a thread on this topic, because we all
>> >have stories about how wrestling had influenced us growing up.
>> >
>> >Jacques Epstein
>> >
>>
>> Sure, 2 distinct memories stuck out for me.....
>>
>> 1) When I was around 9 years old, my friend performed some sort of
>> move on me (almost like a Bushwhacker Battering Ram), except I was the
>> Ram! He drove me into a wall, and I twisted my neck severely enough
>> that had to wear a soft neck brace for 3 weeks. They thought it was
>> hilarious.....
>>
>> 2) A friend of mine and I were going to wrestle my cousin and his
>> friend (who were both older and bigger than us) They had made the
>> ubiquitous Cardboard Championship Belts, and proclaimed themselves
>> champions. Well, while they were having fun and pummeling us (it was a
>> Texas Tornado match), my cousin went to pick me up from the ground and
>> I unbelievably turned it into a sort of small package. My other friend
>> counted the 1-2-3, and we were the new champions! I grabbed the belts
>> and ran around the school yard, while my cousin was cursing up a
>> storm. Even though they beat us later that day (in a proclaimed non
>> title match) we are still the champions 12 years later!!!
>>
>>
>
Mat Findlay
Man, I've got plenty...
In Grade 9, me and a bunch of my friends got into the whole full
nelson thing... Memories of Hercules vs. Billy Jack Haynes... We let
each other put the full nelson on us and tried to break it... This one
guy let me put the full nelson on him, and I knocked him out... I had
it on a little tight, and cut the blood circulation from his head...
In grade 11, one of my classes was in the auditorium... Full deal with
a balcony and all. Me and a friend were powerbombing the little folk
on this big blue foam mat we found... Well, we had the mat under the
balcony, and one crazy arse snuck onto the balcony and did a dive from
it... The guy was hardcore before it was cool.
Same year, a guy gave me a piledriver onto a tile floor... My head
didn't hit, but I was so stunned that he even got the three count on
me afterwards...
When I was 19, I went to a friend's place and this big guy wanted to
prove he was tough, and he was wrestling with this little guy... I
told him he wasn't tough, and he offered to engage in a match. I was a
Ric Flair mark at this time (who isn't?) and as the match started, I
offered my hand to shake... He accepted, when I pulled away and
slapped him in the face... Hard. He got mad, charged me, and I did a
quick go-behind, and did a gold old Gotch style German suplex. I
bridged, and noticed my feet were near a chair... I put my feet on the
chair, and got the three count.
Later that month, we had a party and all got quite intoxicated, and I
found this scarf... I walked around all night saying it was my title
belt, screaming "Whoooo!" in everyone's face... This little guy tried
to grab it from me, and I kicked him in the nuts. He dropped like a
sack of shit, so I "Whoooo"ed him in the face. After he regained the
ability to speak, he complained that no true champion would do that,
and I told him that I did, because I was the dirtiest player in the
game, and whether he liked it or he didn't like it, he had better
learn to love it, because it was the best thing going...
In a bar fight about a year ago, A guy tried to punch me, and I dodged
it, then chokeslammed him into a corner.
It occurs to me that I watch wrestling far too much.
"There's two kinds of people in this world...
Those with guns, and those who dig."
-Clint Eastwood in The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.
Mat Findlay.
<tet...@interlog.com>
Jaydust
Yes, even more wrestling memories from... Jaydust!
I reported in an earlier post about me and my friend at college forming a
mock wrestling stable. We actually sat down and formed our own paper
federation (we set up matches and wrote the outcomes, they never physically
played out.) We had turn other students at school into wrestlers,
managers, etc. And even though few of us were actually in an shape to even
be lightweights, it was pretty fun.
Some gimmicks we made up for fellow students:
George "The Greek" - mega-face. Finisher was the gyro-plex (a spinning
suplex). Spoke about "Gyromania" running wild.
Pete "The Total Package" - Looked a bit like Luger. Has about as much
workrate. Number 2 mega-face.
"Cowboy" Alan - Typical heel-cowboy. Angle worked similar to "Cowboy"
Bob Orton's broken arm. "Cowboy" Alan always suffered from a broken toe,
so he carried a cane with him.
Chief Joe - Standard face Native-American. Had major feud with
"Cowboy" Alan, broke his toe several times.
Rotations, Unlimited - The all-American face tag-team. Gimmick was
they played for the American Olympic volleyball team.
"S.D." James - Hailing from the "sinking island of Antigua", this high
flying face was nothing more than a jobber.
I'll post more gimmicks when I remember them.
Motdog
sealing and the sealing tiles fell out. Best match I
> was ever involved in.
sealing like caulk?? or ceiling as what is above you?????
Mat Findlay
Actually, I just remembered some more stories...
When I was around 6 or 7, my cousins and I were total NWA marks. Back
then, you actually got to see it on TV up here... Anyway, I had around
30 cousins... Big family. About 10 or 15 of us would see each other on
a regular basis. Thinking back now, we almost had a mini-fed amongst
us. I remember three of us being the faces... We'd watch out for each
other, and as it turns out, took bumps for each other... My cousin
Glen was quite the heel. I remember he slapped a figure four onto my
cousin Gerald, who was one of my fellow faces. Glen wouldn't let go,
and soon, Gerald was screaming in pain. Finally, Glen let go, turned
to my cousin Airen (Another member of our face stable), and said, "You
go back to Mat... You tell him what I did. Tell him I'm going to do
the same to him, but I'm going to break his leg."
Thinking back, the guy worked a mic pretty well.
Mat Findlay
On 28 Aug 1997 19:36:09 GMT, bgc...@aol.com (BGC Nene) wrote:
>When I was about 8, me and my two older brothers stuffed some of my
>Grandfathers old clothes with stuff and had my grandmother sew it all up
>and make us a mask to stuff for the head. We had a full size ( about 5'
>8'' tall ) man, we called him The Mr. X or something like that.
>My oldest brother would have Mr. X as his tag partner and me and my other
>brother would be a tag team. We'd wrestle in the garage for hours.
>One day my brother filled Mr.X with heavier stuff, like shoes and rocks
>and during our Tag Team Championship match dropped him on top of me. ( The
>thing weighed about 70+ pounds when my brother got done loading it up. Me,
>I was 8 years old 50 or 60 pound girl.)
>Well, we lost the match. Mr. X pinned me for the title.
>The funny thing is that, that was 19 years ago and Mr. X is still in the
>ring. He now belongs to my brothers 7 and 4 year old sons.
What? In 17 years, he hasn't pulled a heel turn on your brother?
I used to do the same thing... With a big-assed stuffed bipedal
elephant, though... Just try locking a figure four on those big stumpy
legs... What amazes me when I look back is that I actually puzzled out
how to execute a figure four at the age of 6.
Funky JB
I've got a good one...
I'm medium build, and one day I was wrestling with a friend in the gym. The
two biggest guys in school were across the other side of the gym doing
weights. They came over two us and called us pussies. I've always shot my
mouth off, so I said 'come here and say that', thinking that they wouldn't.
They came over and challenged us. I thought we would be killed, but I had
to accept to appear tough. We wrestled tag-team for a while and the other
guys were winning. Then they started to double-team my friend. I came in
and we paired off. I was wrestling the strongest guy in school. He had me
in a headlock, but then, using his momentum, I rolled him up and got a
three-count. My friend and I promptly told the entire school how we beat
the two biggest guys in school, so they demanded a re-match. I thought for
sure we would lose this time. In this match, we actually had the advantage
to begin with, but then one of the guys put me in a good headlock. I don't
know what he was doing, but he had me in a position I couldn't get out of.
After about 5 minutes I was close to passing out, but I don't think the guy
realised it because he let me go, thinking he would have to try for a pin.
I staggered to my feet, heaps dizzy. I stumbled over to my corner then
turned to see the guy run at me. I stepped out of the way and he fell. I
just managed to tag my partner then collapsed. I looked up to see my
partner on top of him, having slapped on the old sleeper hold. We had won
again.
Da Funky G
"win if you can, lose if you must- but always cheat"
>
Jepson
Once my cousin, Adam who was 10, had my brother drapped over his
shoulder so that my brothers head was facing my cousins back. We were
all wrestling, but I was not for that brief moment due to a bleeding
nose. My brother, who was only five, disliked what Adam was about to
do, which was a simple drag kicking and screaming followed by a drop on
the bed, my finisher when I wrestle, bit Adam in the ass so hard that he
spewed blood and had to be taken for stiches to the hospital. We did
not wrestle for a while afterwards, and Adam's dad was royally pissed.
ac...@concentric.net
A few I can remember:
-In 3rd grade, on the playground there was some sort of
setup w/ a bunch of tires held together & chained to
posts, so it would bounce up & down when people jumped
on it. Anyway, a bunch of us would go on there after
lunch & have Royal Rumbles each day, w/ eliminations
being made by being tossed off the tires. It was fun
for a while......until one day when we jumped on there
& discovered a hornets nest :)
-Steve Austin's recent injury brought back painful memories
of a time I got DDTd in the front yard. Instead of dropping
to my knees like everyone else did (which looked like shit),
I tried to flop down & tumble forward. Anyway, I didn't
time it right & ended up landing on my head. When this
happened, both my arms went completely numb for some reason
(like when an arm falls asleep) & I really couldnt lift
my shoulders, so I was pinned. My arms regained feeling
like a minute later & I was ok, but I've never been able
to figure out how or why that happened.
-The neighborhood champ had amateur wrestling experience
& was nearly impossible to beat, as he could counter
anything. Knowing this, I paid off the "ref" before a
match w/ a candy bar. Then as the match started, I
rolled up the kid from behind while the ref gave a VERY
fast 3-count, & I was the new champ.
SCSW
I remember when I was in 7th grade....1986-87. There was about 20 or so of
us who were heavy into wrestling. 4 of us walked around calling ourselves
the "Four Horsemen"...I was AA, and my buddies were Flair, Ole, and Tully.
For about a month or so, the wrestling was at its biggest pop in our
school. We would schedule matches...tournaments, battle royals, etc...at
certain times. "Contracts" would be signed 1 or 2 days before the actual
match. The funniest thing was approaching "Bell Time." We would all be in
class, and you saw everyone looking at either their watches or the clock.
At say 11:00AM sharp, like 8 hands would go up requesting to use the
restroom. Most of the time, the teachers had no clue, and one by one we
would head to the restroom. Like most elementary school restrooms, there
were two stalls, and a HUGE stall with no toilet, but a sink, mop, etc.
This was our cage!!!! Battle Royals almost everyday!!!! If you weren't
lucky enough to get down to the restroom and had to stay in class, you
would hear bodies crunching against the wall, stall doors, etc. It was a
blast!!! Usually the bigger kids won those, but we also had one-on-one
title matches in the cage, etc. I can't even imagine doing anything
similar nowadays, with that class graduating COLLEGE in Spring of 1996. Oh
well...please share YOUR stories. I read someone else's and had to publish
mine...these are the best!!!
Waru
Amdur - Jeffrey I. wrote:
>
> My childhood memory involves wrestlers' names rather than the wrestlers
> themselves. I guess most of you can relate to what shams and "popularity
> contests" school class and student government elections usually turn out
> to be. A group of my classmates at Pimlico Junior High School in
> Baltimore decided to make a statement about these sham elections as the
> year's student government elections were scheduled to take place in
> September 1963. One guy with access to a mimeograph machine clandestinely
> circulated among the student body a plea to write in the names of Bobo
> Brazil for SG president, Bruno Sammartino for Vice-president, Brute
> Bernard for secretary and Skull Murphy for treasurer. Pitted against four
> candidates whose names were on the ballots, Bobo finished a close second
> (he lost by less than 30 votes), and Bruno a more distant second. Heels
> Bernard and Murphy didn't fare nearly as well. As a result, the
> administration decided that write-in votes would no longer be permitted.
Did you use feather-ink pens or colored chalk to fill in the ballots?
--
-Waru
RSPW...Waru's little playground
HappJack
We were lucky because we actually had a ring, it was and old boxing ring m
friend Justin's dad put up when he decided he wanted to get back in shape
but he gave up on it in about a week and was to lazy to take the ring down.
So that lead to us just goofing around and doing leaps onto pillows and
stuff after a month or so we decided to form a leauge and got everyone from
school who liked wrestling to join. We made gimmicks, belts, costumes and
used smaller kids as jobbers for tv tapings. We had a blast and no one got
hurt until these 3 dudes who were freshmen in high school joined and
caused alot of havoc and gave this kid Fred a concussion with a Honky Tonk
Man style gutair shot. This lead to a huge showdown between the Horsemen as
the 3 high school dudes called them selves and Me world champ at that time
and the tag champs this fat kid Mike and Justin who's house it was. A 6 man
Texas Tornado no DQ match was the only was to settle it and it drew are
biggest crowd a whole 25 people to jam into the basement. It was a wild
match with me leaping off the ringpost on to the floor onto one of them,
The fat kid Mike getting a dislocated shoulder via a botched piledriver,
the oldest high school kid getting a broken nose via a chairshot, I
suffered torn cartalidge in my knee after being schoolboyed by 2 of them.
But i got the victory for my team by forcing one of them to submit to my
cobra clutch i kept the hold on after the bell rang and it fucked the guys
neck up to where he had to wear a neckbrace for a few months. After that
Justins dad tore the ring down and burned it in the back yard and made all
of us watch.
Gregory Roberts
As a sophomore in high school, I formed a tag teamn with my best friend
(who eventually became the best man at my wedding... top that Flair and
AA!) called the Masters of Disaster. Our theme music was "Flirtin' With
Disaster" by Molly Hatchet and we took on all comers on the high jump
mats. My signature move was the "Cobra Clutch", and my partner used the
piledriver. He eventually turned on me in a match against Frankie Owens
and Ricardo Ramierez, leading to a first blood cage match (inside a
horse trailer) between me and my partner. He won the match after
splitting my head open (for real) on the side of the trailer.