Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Ow fuck
Missed Thursday. Today wasn't too involved. We did a lot of sitting down and talking today. After our drills and a couple movesets, including learning arm drags, Cash took Brokeback and I aside and had us work on our punches. After some work, mine reportedly look pretty good. His either miss completely, or they're too stiff. When he goes for the top of the head, they're alright. When he tries to switch from a punch to a slap to the neck, like I do, he slapped the shit out of me a couple times. Of course, this being wrestling, I was happy to return the favor. His neck is red for sure, but a blood vessel popped on mine. Pictures at the album, link here.
A couple of guys had a match, with Jastin reffing. At one point, Isaac wanted to hit Trey with Samson's crutches, so I jumped on the apron to distract the ref. I was all like "hey, ref, c'mere, I have a question!" He came over, and the first thing I thought of to do was to pull open the front of my pants and say "does this look infected? It's all purple and facing the wrong way; are you a doctor?" That says a lot about my psyche, I'm sure. That ended the match.
Bumped and bruised, but I feel better than on most days. I think I may have hurt Cash on our arm drag though. He couldn't raise his arm very high. On one hand, I feel bad for doing that; although no one really blames me. No one watching saw what caused it. On the other hand, THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU GET IN THE RING WITH ME, SON. YEAH BOYYYYYYYYYYY
A couple of guys had a match, with Jastin reffing. At one point, Isaac wanted to hit Trey with Samson's crutches, so I jumped on the apron to distract the ref. I was all like "hey, ref, c'mere, I have a question!" He came over, and the first thing I thought of to do was to pull open the front of my pants and say "does this look infected? It's all purple and facing the wrong way; are you a doctor?" That says a lot about my psyche, I'm sure. That ended the match.
Bumped and bruised, but I feel better than on most days. I think I may have hurt Cash on our arm drag though. He couldn't raise his arm very high. On one hand, I feel bad for doing that; although no one really blames me. No one watching saw what caused it. On the other hand, THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU GET IN THE RING WITH ME, SON. YEAH BOYYYYYYYYYYY
Monday, May 21, 2012
Pics or it didn't happen
Those of you who have my girlfriend added on Facebook can see all the pictures she took yesterday. Those of you who only have me added can view the majority of them. Those of you who are neither probably suck, so I made a Photobucket so you can view a few of them.
View it here.
View it here.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Ok first match GO
Didn't go Thursday; wasn't feeling well. I already feel like throwing up in the ring occasionally. I doubt doing all this while nauseous is a good plan.
Today we spent a good amount of time cleaning up. The facility certainly needed it. The office looks wayyyyy better. They tiled it, painted it, etc. It was a concrete floor and torn up wood walls. Now it looks better and has some furniture. Workout was fairly short; but we had to endure burgers and hot dogs being grilled while we worked. Torture! I took some 2nd rope back bumps and leg drops. After watching a couple matches after practice, Jaston told me to get in the ring with Issac and do one. Andddddd so we did. I wanted to incorporate some of the spots we did the other day; but in the heat of the moment we pretty much forgot most of it. We did do the sidewalk slam and a back drop suplex, as well as the dropkick to knee/DDT combo. I was heel and worked his leg plenty. We finished with him hitting me with a big splash and a pin. Bridgette, Jeff, and Hesper attended this session. Bridgette got a TON of pictures. Once she goes through them and cleans them up a bit, I'll post them up. Got some excellent ones of our match, and some good ones of other matches. She showed me an excellent one of Jaston throwing a dropkick.
Had some bad landings so my neck is a little tight, but WALK IT OFF.
Today we spent a good amount of time cleaning up. The facility certainly needed it. The office looks wayyyyy better. They tiled it, painted it, etc. It was a concrete floor and torn up wood walls. Now it looks better and has some furniture. Workout was fairly short; but we had to endure burgers and hot dogs being grilled while we worked. Torture! I took some 2nd rope back bumps and leg drops. After watching a couple matches after practice, Jaston told me to get in the ring with Issac and do one. Andddddd so we did. I wanted to incorporate some of the spots we did the other day; but in the heat of the moment we pretty much forgot most of it. We did do the sidewalk slam and a back drop suplex, as well as the dropkick to knee/DDT combo. I was heel and worked his leg plenty. We finished with him hitting me with a big splash and a pin. Bridgette, Jeff, and Hesper attended this session. Bridgette got a TON of pictures. Once she goes through them and cleans them up a bit, I'll post them up. Got some excellent ones of our match, and some good ones of other matches. She showed me an excellent one of Jaston throwing a dropkick.
Had some bad landings so my neck is a little tight, but WALK IT OFF.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
I took a chairshot today; I don't recommend it.
We'll get to that title in a minute. The first part of today was spent talking about the future of OSW, and the current state of affairs. I won't bore you with details. As such, the workout was short. One new exercise I did was hanging my legs from the top turnbuckle and doing vertical sit-ups. This is an excellent stamina exercise that I could do much better if my legs were long enough to lock. I have to focus more on keeping myself up than I do actually doing the sit-ups. Today I learned how to deliver back elbows and elbow drops. We did them in sequence with a body slam thrown in as well. I did my moves decently, and Brokeback was my partner. He couldn't quite get me positioned for the body slam, and I was more let down gently on my side than actually slammed. I'm glad I didn't get hurt. His irish whips were too rushed; if he'd slow down it would flow much better.
This makes me feel like I need to clear something up. For the most part, he's the only one I mention. I'm not trying to pick on him; I truly do hope he gets better and learns to work. It's just that he's the one who has been there the exact same amount of time I have; and no one else has come in since. He helps to give me a frame of reference. In a twisted way, it's like seeing him perform techniques wrong help me to get them right. And he does get them eventually. I look through past entries and it seems like I'm giving him hell. I'm really not trying to.
That being said, his dumbass mentioned at the last practice something along the lines of "I wanna get hit with a chair! How do you do that and it not hurt?" Well, one of the workers heard that and brought a chair today. So, before I left, I took a chairshot to the back. His only advice was "when I hit you, fall down." Well, I did. He told me it was a good bump, so I'll take it as a compliment. It wasn't as bad as I expected, but I'm not dumb enough to say it didn't hurt. In the immortal words of Good Ol' JR: "I don't care who you are! A chairshot is a chairshot!"
Next practice is Thursday. Same bat time, same bat channel.
This makes me feel like I need to clear something up. For the most part, he's the only one I mention. I'm not trying to pick on him; I truly do hope he gets better and learns to work. It's just that he's the one who has been there the exact same amount of time I have; and no one else has come in since. He helps to give me a frame of reference. In a twisted way, it's like seeing him perform techniques wrong help me to get them right. And he does get them eventually. I look through past entries and it seems like I'm giving him hell. I'm really not trying to.
That being said, his dumbass mentioned at the last practice something along the lines of "I wanna get hit with a chair! How do you do that and it not hurt?" Well, one of the workers heard that and brought a chair today. So, before I left, I took a chairshot to the back. His only advice was "when I hit you, fall down." Well, I did. He told me it was a good bump, so I'll take it as a compliment. It wasn't as bad as I expected, but I'm not dumb enough to say it didn't hurt. In the immortal words of Good Ol' JR: "I don't care who you are! A chairshot is a chairshot!"
Next practice is Thursday. Same bat time, same bat channel.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Most fun yet!
I'm going to try and recall this chronologically as best I can. After our beginning drills with David, Jaston had us running through some of the moves we'd already done: Back suplexes, back body drops, sidewalk slams, etc. As David gave a sidewalk slam to Brokeback, he jumped too early and kneed David in the face. It caused him to bleed a little bit. As we apparently don't learn anything, I gave him directly after and he caught me in the jaw just behind my right ear. I gave him a nice chop as thanks. Later we were doing suplexes. When I hit Brokeback with one, he didn't jump like he was supposed to and took it harder than he should have. Then he gave me one, and half-assed it so I almost landed on my damn neck. Luckily my body reacted perfectly and I rolled out of it without taking any damage.
The fun part came when Jaston had me and Issac run through a long series of spots. It was short at first, then he keeps adding on to it and altering it, and we just went with it. We even added onto it ourselves. Here's the finished product: We're in the center of the ring. He hits me with a few punches and I go back against the ropes. He shoots me off and as I rebound back, he kicks me in the stomach. As I double over, he pulls me into position, and gives me a vertical suplex. He even held me up for a few seconds to prove his strength. After he slammed me down, and I writhed in pain, he gave me a few head slaps and stomps just to be a dick. He pulled me up and irish whipped me again. He went for a clothesline; I ducked it, and hit him with a dropkick to the knee. He fell, and as he got back to his knees, I hit him with a DDT and went for the pin. He kicks out. I stalk him, waiting for his big ass to get back up. As he gets to his feet, I come off the ropes. Before I can hit him, he catches me in a sidewalk slam. After the hit, he goes for the pin. I kick out at 2. As he argues with the ref, I catch a breath. Right as I get into a sitting position, he locks me in a rear chinlock. I start to fade to black. Ref raises my arm 3 times, and I catch myself at the last moment and fight my way to a vertical base. I hit him with 3 elbows, run and bounce off the ropes, and hit him with a cross body. I go for the pin. He throws me off with authority...right after the 3 count. I roll under the ropes and celebrate my victory. He taunts me to get back in the ring, so I do. Before I can get my second foot through the ropes, he runs in and kicks me. I'm back down in the ring. He starts choking me. The ref can't do anything about it; match is over. I kick him in the back a couple times, but he takes my hand off the ropes which takes away my leverage; and continues to choke me. I manage to get my leg in front of his head, and I roll him over into a sitting armbar. I crank on that until I'm satisfied, then I rolled back out and continued to celebrate my victory. Suck on that, Dragon!
That was only 3 or 4 minutes of action, so it's not quite a match. But we could have built more before it and made it a good 8-10 minutes. That's a fairly short match, but totally doable. I've only been training 3 weeks; that's exciting shit! The trainers told me I'm one of the fastest developing trainees they've ever seen. That's encouraging, but I'm trying not to get ahead of myself. I'm not even close to being ready for a show. But if I keep it up at this rate, I'll be bodyslamming motherfuckers from city to city in no time! BEST BE READY.
The fun part came when Jaston had me and Issac run through a long series of spots. It was short at first, then he keeps adding on to it and altering it, and we just went with it. We even added onto it ourselves. Here's the finished product: We're in the center of the ring. He hits me with a few punches and I go back against the ropes. He shoots me off and as I rebound back, he kicks me in the stomach. As I double over, he pulls me into position, and gives me a vertical suplex. He even held me up for a few seconds to prove his strength. After he slammed me down, and I writhed in pain, he gave me a few head slaps and stomps just to be a dick. He pulled me up and irish whipped me again. He went for a clothesline; I ducked it, and hit him with a dropkick to the knee. He fell, and as he got back to his knees, I hit him with a DDT and went for the pin. He kicks out. I stalk him, waiting for his big ass to get back up. As he gets to his feet, I come off the ropes. Before I can hit him, he catches me in a sidewalk slam. After the hit, he goes for the pin. I kick out at 2. As he argues with the ref, I catch a breath. Right as I get into a sitting position, he locks me in a rear chinlock. I start to fade to black. Ref raises my arm 3 times, and I catch myself at the last moment and fight my way to a vertical base. I hit him with 3 elbows, run and bounce off the ropes, and hit him with a cross body. I go for the pin. He throws me off with authority...right after the 3 count. I roll under the ropes and celebrate my victory. He taunts me to get back in the ring, so I do. Before I can get my second foot through the ropes, he runs in and kicks me. I'm back down in the ring. He starts choking me. The ref can't do anything about it; match is over. I kick him in the back a couple times, but he takes my hand off the ropes which takes away my leverage; and continues to choke me. I manage to get my leg in front of his head, and I roll him over into a sitting armbar. I crank on that until I'm satisfied, then I rolled back out and continued to celebrate my victory. Suck on that, Dragon!
That was only 3 or 4 minutes of action, so it's not quite a match. But we could have built more before it and made it a good 8-10 minutes. That's a fairly short match, but totally doable. I've only been training 3 weeks; that's exciting shit! The trainers told me I'm one of the fastest developing trainees they've ever seen. That's encouraging, but I'm trying not to get ahead of myself. I'm not even close to being ready for a show. But if I keep it up at this rate, I'll be bodyslamming motherfuckers from city to city in no time! BEST BE READY.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Gearing up to be a SUPERSTAR
Added some more moves to my repetoire today. Gave and receive: Belly-to-back suplexes, sidewalk slams, and double clotheslines. I'd like to write more, but...um, there's really not a whole lot to write. I hate short posts, but they can't all be novels. DEAL WITH IT.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Repair Session
Sunday workout from 2 to 6 was mostly spent restructuring the ring. We spent a good 3 hours doing that today. I don't really mind; my body was pretty much rested for today's session but I appreciate a little more time to recuperate. Besides, part of being a wrestler is taking care of the ring, breaking it apart, moving it, and rebuilding it. It's good to know to ins-and-outs of all aspects. The last hour we spent mostly doing things I've done before, and building on them. I'd taken clotheslines, but never given them; same with hip tosses and scoop slams. As they say, it is better to give than receive.
I much more enjoy learning and practicing moves and techniques, but I certainly understand the need for conditioning and cardio. What's the use of knowing an arsenal of wrestling moves if you give three in a row and then have to powder out? I like the mix-up we do, and the fact that we tend to do the same basic exercises almost every time. If I'm not comfortable doing a flip bump, I'm sure as hell not going to be comfortable getting suplexed. Before I ever enter the ring in front of a crowd, I need to have the basics entrenched so deeply into my movements that I don't have to stop and think about it before they are executed. When I'm being hip tossed I don't want to have to consider "wait, do I put my hand here, or here, or OH GOD MY BACK."
More than anything, I'm proud of myself for not holding back. Three weeks ago if you had asked me if I was comfortable enough to flip around and land on my back without half-assing it, I would've said no. I was never the kid to take unnecessary risks. But I love this environment, and the people I train with. First I'll watch the motion. Then, I'll walk through it. Then, I just fuckin do it. That's really the only way you can learn. As long as I listen and do exactly what I've been shown and told, it's very unlikely I'll hurt myself. Sure, I'm sore all the time, but that's my body catching up with the fact I've never had a consistent serious workout program for more than a week. I've noticed a change for the better in my body; even Bridgette felt my stomach while I was laying on the bed and could tell it was harder. I've always tried to tell her there's rock-hard abs under this thin layer of fat.
There was only 5 of us trainees, Jastin the trainer, and Fred the owner today. Hopefully we'll see a better turn out Tuesday. Hopefully you'll read my next post, too.
I much more enjoy learning and practicing moves and techniques, but I certainly understand the need for conditioning and cardio. What's the use of knowing an arsenal of wrestling moves if you give three in a row and then have to powder out? I like the mix-up we do, and the fact that we tend to do the same basic exercises almost every time. If I'm not comfortable doing a flip bump, I'm sure as hell not going to be comfortable getting suplexed. Before I ever enter the ring in front of a crowd, I need to have the basics entrenched so deeply into my movements that I don't have to stop and think about it before they are executed. When I'm being hip tossed I don't want to have to consider "wait, do I put my hand here, or here, or OH GOD MY BACK."
More than anything, I'm proud of myself for not holding back. Three weeks ago if you had asked me if I was comfortable enough to flip around and land on my back without half-assing it, I would've said no. I was never the kid to take unnecessary risks. But I love this environment, and the people I train with. First I'll watch the motion. Then, I'll walk through it. Then, I just fuckin do it. That's really the only way you can learn. As long as I listen and do exactly what I've been shown and told, it's very unlikely I'll hurt myself. Sure, I'm sore all the time, but that's my body catching up with the fact I've never had a consistent serious workout program for more than a week. I've noticed a change for the better in my body; even Bridgette felt my stomach while I was laying on the bed and could tell it was harder. I've always tried to tell her there's rock-hard abs under this thin layer of fat.
There was only 5 of us trainees, Jastin the trainer, and Fred the owner today. Hopefully we'll see a better turn out Tuesday. Hopefully you'll read my next post, too.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Thursday session
Today was pretty harsh. Things I did, in no particular order: Rolling around in the ring, bear crawls, rope drills, jumping jacks, seal push-ups, squats, walked around carrying Brokeback in a fireman's carry; some other shit. I also took: (and some given as well) Body slams, back drops, back body drops, monkey flips, chops, punches, and clotheslines. After the first part, I was feeling like I needed to throw up; but once again I was able to work through it. The rest was diverse and fun. I'll post a pic on Facebook here in a bit of my red chest from the chops. They're really not that bad.
Brokeback had a rough day today. He fucked up at one point so we lined up and all delivered chops to him. It was great practice! I'm gonna start chopping kids at work randomly. That kid's got more determination than I do. If I were singled out like that and made to do everything they make him do, I don't know that I'd stick around. They'll certainly toughen him up, if nothing else. Props to him. I think if he stops overthinking everything and just lets loose and puts everything into his techniques, he'd do fine. He just gets scared and half-asses everything, and the trainers want no part of that. I'm surprised at myself for putting in as much as I have. It's easy to psyche yourself out about how bad things will hurt, but once you actually do them they're entirely bearable. Being flipped over and thrown on your back in the ring is more exhilirating than painful.
Still, from everything today, I'm certain I'll feel it in the morning. I'm gonna take a nice hot bath before bed. Next session is Sunday.
Brokeback had a rough day today. He fucked up at one point so we lined up and all delivered chops to him. It was great practice! I'm gonna start chopping kids at work randomly. That kid's got more determination than I do. If I were singled out like that and made to do everything they make him do, I don't know that I'd stick around. They'll certainly toughen him up, if nothing else. Props to him. I think if he stops overthinking everything and just lets loose and puts everything into his techniques, he'd do fine. He just gets scared and half-asses everything, and the trainers want no part of that. I'm surprised at myself for putting in as much as I have. It's easy to psyche yourself out about how bad things will hurt, but once you actually do them they're entirely bearable. Being flipped over and thrown on your back in the ring is more exhilirating than painful.
Still, from everything today, I'm certain I'll feel it in the morning. I'm gonna take a nice hot bath before bed. Next session is Sunday.
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