These are my wrestling shoes. Yeah I liked the pink back then. In a past life I coached a wrestling team. My teams were pretty good, with the help of a lot of good people. I come from a long line of wrestlers. I was never very good but my brothers, they were some bad dudes. I was much better as a coach. My youngest brother he is an assistant coach at the school where I used to run things. That’s kinda neat. With Skinny Craig in town, the three of us converged upon my brother’s wrestling practice. As could be assumed we started thumping on each other. Well mostly they thumped on me.
Skinny Craig is a technician, he makes no mistakes, I thought I had him with a sweet as ankle pick; the dude rolled through and stuck me on my back. Bryan was just a brute we had some good hand fighting but he was ready for all the trickery I would throw at him. Yup, right to my back. I did however cause Craig to bleed so I have that going for me. Craig and Bryan were not quite a conditioned as I was and Craig bolted for the door after one pass to make sure he didn’t hurl. I might have scored on him in that one just because he was tired. A couple of the kids from the team would jump in, That was cool, so at least I got to slap someone around. My garbage moves still work on them.
At the end of practice we played a little mat ball which was really fun. Basically rugby
on a two wrestling mat long field. No tackling, lots of ball movement. I spent the bulk of the time playing defense, and holding down any of the other team’s attackers and showing them my cross face. That was really fun, but my shoulder and neck really hurt
this morning.
happy christmas.
Respect
fm
2 comments:
Ah, imagine if we used our super powers for evil...all the mayhem and carnage we could cause. But alas, our blood is too noble for such things. Instead, we wreak havoc on each other, bloody eyes and dislocated shoulders and such. It was an awesome time.
would you be interested in selling ? my number is 5176734438 these look awesome
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