Ah .Wrestle mania….there are quite a number of people in my generation that will remember watching WWF when they were young…. Stone cold Steve Austin 3:16, The Rock and his eye brow, The Undertaker, Hulk Hogan, Bret the ‘Hitman’ Hart, The Heartbreak kid, HHH etc etc….I remember watching the matches every week; me and my friends would be glued to the TV sets during the matches, unheeding to the calls of moms berating the sport for its apparent violence.
People flying off poles, slamming their body against the helpless opponent lying on the mat, hands being twisted, faces being contorted making the victim scream in pain, People being hoisted up onto the railing and thrown down to the floor, slammed into the poles; chairs and tables being used as weapons to beat up the opponent and drawing red blood….hmmmm on second thoughts….perhaps moms did have a good reason for not liking this show….ah well …that never stopped us!
By the time my brother was old enough to enjoy the sport, we started to wrestle ourselves. There were a couple of moves that we ‘invented’ …but most of the stuff was usually straight from the show(toned down….coz we could never REALLY hurt each other right;) hehehehehe)
Interestingly all the wrestling matches always started when the opponent was not paying attention, invariably one would jump unexpectedly on the other. Crawling on all fours behind the sofa, afraid to make the slightest of noise, lest the opponent knows u are there, even breathing is controlled, not too loud, heart beating fast oh the excitement!.and then at the opportune moment scraing the H*ll out of the other person, by jumping on them and pinning them to the ground….sweet victory! what better chance of winning the match, than when the opponent is caught unawares.!
The house became a big arena, the Sofa, the Diwan, all became potential rings, but by far the carpet was the favourite….there was so much potential there, we could jump of the sofa causing considerable damage, drag the opponent across the carpet causing carpet burns, push the opponent against the center table and pin their back against it, again …causing them to scream…yipeeee good times:!
Another fav was the Bed, jumping off the headboard was very very enjoyable, and then if your opponent just happens be in the path of your landing, EVEN BETTER! . Sometime kindness would unexpectedly come into play and then we would just jump of the bed …and land on your sibling .coz apparently that was not that painful and therefore much less dangerous. But those bouts of kindness were few and FAR in between.
The matches almost always ended the same way, one of us wrapping our arms and legs on the other and putting all our weight and waiting for the other person to quit:)…
The other way the match ended had nothing to do with wrestling, in fact it dabbled in other sports, and most importantly it was NOT PRETTY…For one thing was for sure, anytime Mom happened to be around there would be chaos…coz if she found out.then there would be a LOT of practice for Track and Field kinda events….She would be running behind us while we were trying to outrun her. Come to think about it mom also helped us in the art of dodge…instead of the normal equipment it was usually her open palms that we were trying to dodge….not very successfully I must add!
All stories aside here are some very very important tips of successful Wrestling
Choose your opponents carefully. Do not mess with someone who is very very young (they tend to complain to the parent) or someone too old (they tend to beat you up)
Learn the art of hiding and sneaking on your opponents….it startles them enough for you to pull your move and run away! …though once your opponent starts using this tactic too…then the field is evened
Make sure that a parent is not around ….coz if they are….oh come on.did u not read what mom did to us!
Learnt to run away, I suggest you do this before u sneak up on people, otherwise the sneaking up is not as effective .
And last but not the least(BOYS stop reading)…(GIRLS read on) ….learn to produce crocodile tears….:) works everytime …you know what I mean, don’t you?….muhahahahahahah
Me and my bro don’t wrestle anymore, (I miss wrestling) coz he is almost 6 feet tall and I hit the mid 5s, Plus he is almost double my size ….kuchal ke rakh dega muje….
And plus I am sure, mera pyara bhai doesn’t want to see his precious sisters Cry…hain na.? .muhahahahahahaha.!