Rival:The other Tyler James,
Oct 19, 2017 20:27:11 GMT -5
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Post by wallace on Oct 19, 2017 20:27:11 GMT -5
When I was training to a be a wrestler in my class was a guy with the same real name as me, since I had Punk, an insult and nickname I've had which fits me very well but despite the same name we are very different. My parents right wing hard working middle class, conservatives, work- religion-family in that order. Tyler James, his parents divorced, his father a womanizing, sexist image consultant as his manager, he has no connection to his birth mother and he has my empathy for that, cause my mother is the least crazy one of my parents. Tyler James doesn't have much of my sympathy, we are pretty similar too which sucks. Let me explain more, he's a child star, Canadian heart throb singer sensation. We both have an IQ of 187, both train in martial arts styles.
This Is Tyler:
and of course this is me:
We've never gotten along and we were both head of the class. The problem was and is, is that common trope in pro wrestling those who hate each other most outside the ring have the best chemistry in the ring.
We both started young. Our first match It was magic, move for move, stereo arm drags, stereo hip tosses, Irish whip him and he returns and I drop down, he returns from the other side behind me without even turning around there's no tron or anything for me to see I just in the right time hop up with leap frog over him as he attempts to run at me from behind but he leaps up on the middle apron rope and goes for this springboard corkscrew cross body from the middle rope and in mid-air I just nail him with a missile front dropkick and I rise up with a kip up and approach him standing over his prone body he attempts a kip up headscissors takedown but before he can fully take me down with the headscissors I lift him up into back to belly inverted slam position( Styles Clash) and he uses those freaking flexible legs from hip hop dancing experience to kick me in the face but this only makes me angrier and I do something against the rules of our wrestling school, the major rule, pile driver from that position( a style's clash pile driver in 2007 in Wales UK by two green as shit 10 year olds.)
He is spiked on his head and just out of it K.O., I'm freaking out I think he's dead, the two trainer assistants are holding back our main instructor from coming in, he's yelling at me, I have tears in my eyes, thinking I just fucked up everything and the cunt was fucking faking, dude was a hip-hop dancing R & B teeny popper, his main trick with girls( creepy to me since we are 10, and high school level women, not even our age group) was doing a headstand-spinaroonie, but me I'm not thinking and in the middle of the commotion, me apologizing to this usually very lax progressive( wrestling wise) 50 year old, the wanker sneaks up with an uppercut to my bollocks, we didn't wear jock straps.
I hunch over and before I can fall forward and drop to fetal position, he schoolboys me for the win.
Now the blame is on him right? No, our 50 year old trainer is laughing and being all supportive of him as well as all the other trainers and trainees, so I say to myself "screw it." As I lift myself to feet using the ring apron ropes and I execute a plancha to the outside onto all of them.
They suspended me for four weeks from training but I had to be there for shows and during training setting up the ring before class and the weekend indy shows there, just horrible. I'm doing it, while blasting Sum 41's Fat Lip youtu.be/CMX2lPum_pg on my I-pod.
This Is Tyler:
and of course this is me:
We've never gotten along and we were both head of the class. The problem was and is, is that common trope in pro wrestling those who hate each other most outside the ring have the best chemistry in the ring.
We both started young. Our first match It was magic, move for move, stereo arm drags, stereo hip tosses, Irish whip him and he returns and I drop down, he returns from the other side behind me without even turning around there's no tron or anything for me to see I just in the right time hop up with leap frog over him as he attempts to run at me from behind but he leaps up on the middle apron rope and goes for this springboard corkscrew cross body from the middle rope and in mid-air I just nail him with a missile front dropkick and I rise up with a kip up and approach him standing over his prone body he attempts a kip up headscissors takedown but before he can fully take me down with the headscissors I lift him up into back to belly inverted slam position( Styles Clash) and he uses those freaking flexible legs from hip hop dancing experience to kick me in the face but this only makes me angrier and I do something against the rules of our wrestling school, the major rule, pile driver from that position( a style's clash pile driver in 2007 in Wales UK by two green as shit 10 year olds.)
He is spiked on his head and just out of it K.O., I'm freaking out I think he's dead, the two trainer assistants are holding back our main instructor from coming in, he's yelling at me, I have tears in my eyes, thinking I just fucked up everything and the cunt was fucking faking, dude was a hip-hop dancing R & B teeny popper, his main trick with girls( creepy to me since we are 10, and high school level women, not even our age group) was doing a headstand-spinaroonie, but me I'm not thinking and in the middle of the commotion, me apologizing to this usually very lax progressive( wrestling wise) 50 year old, the wanker sneaks up with an uppercut to my bollocks, we didn't wear jock straps.
I hunch over and before I can fall forward and drop to fetal position, he schoolboys me for the win.
Now the blame is on him right? No, our 50 year old trainer is laughing and being all supportive of him as well as all the other trainers and trainees, so I say to myself "screw it." As I lift myself to feet using the ring apron ropes and I execute a plancha to the outside onto all of them.
They suspended me for four weeks from training but I had to be there for shows and during training setting up the ring before class and the weekend indy shows there, just horrible. I'm doing it, while blasting Sum 41's Fat Lip youtu.be/CMX2lPum_pg on my I-pod.
