Randy,
Without naming names or anything, just look at the last of hair, freckles, and that famous stomach. I think we can all deduce who it is.
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Prologue and post
I really was going to bury this in the past, but with this recent thread, and the downright shabby treatment I received when I actually went to see a kid wrestle at his request on a PHPW show this past summer, I must break the silence. I will not divulge his identify, but it was some kid who wanted to get further training, and wanted me to access his skills and recommend him another school.
Since I wasn't doing anything, and the kid was actually kind of nice without kissing my ass, I drove down to the show, paid for a ticket, and was talking to another wrestler when I was promptly refunded my money by Robin Thompson, who told me I was not welcome at any shows they have for LIFE!
As I walked out to the car, I was slightly fumed, but not really surprised, not mad or anything, its not like there would be actually any GOOD wrestling going on there, that ship has really sailed.
But Thompson decided to follow me out, not in sight, but where I could hear him, with him screaming about how I was the cause of all his problems, and that I owed him over $1000 (umm no... I dont)
I still turned my other Cheek like a good Christan until he kind of... threw something in my direction, could have been a rock or something, at that point I snapped, and told him in no uncertain terms he was now outside the building, and I would have no problems with caving his head in if he ever tried something like that again. He peeked his head out of the ring trailer he was HIDING behind, and said something cocky, just like a 5 year old. I fake charged him, and he ran into the building. I then retreated before he came back with Police, Ninjas, farmers, and Insane guys.
I found out later their paid attendance was 4.....yes thats right 4....
4 people.......
They threw out 25% of their paid attendance
So now I break the silence, and will tell stories to my hearts content.
At the humble request of a certain person I have been inspired to write a couple of comedies, and yes the Tragedy that it is to work for the man, the myth, and the legend that is Mike Thompson. I will start with the first, and if requests demand it, I will write more at my leisure on my my space blog.
1. HEY WRASSLER.. YOU HIT YOUR GRANDPA?
(quick and dirty, not spell checked or edited, sorry)
The first day I showed up to train at the house that randpa's relief check built on a Sunny May in 1998. I was a young, doe-eyed kid anxious to enter the business, I had saved up my money for my down payment, and the entire 90 minute drive I was anxious to finally get one step closer to achieve my dream of being a professional wrestler.
When I entered the driveway, I saw the wrestling ring, a thing of wonder made from Dingy Grey canvass left outside in the rain or shine, and of course the trademarked Neon Green wrestling ropes my heart sank a little, but I was still in good spirits, we all have to start somewhere right?
I opened the door of my 85' Fairmont, and looked at the ring. Shortly, I would be taking the first steps on my way to a lavish, long and lucrative wrestling career. (Man the sh*t we believed when we first got in right?) As I walked across the greased stained gravel, I noticed a rusted hulk of a purple or black bus, and what looked like the remains of a dead possum near the door.
As I approached the porch , and opened the creaky screen door, I was alarmed. Something was not right about this. I head the sounds of yelling, and several crashes. I almost bolted, but I thought this was some sort of test of my bravery. Laughing off the fear, I knocked on the door.
When the door opened, i had to advert my eyes in shock, there stood Mike Thompson, naked to the waist, and breathing heavily, in the background, I continued to hear more swearing and a ruckus, and when I dared to venture a glance, I saw what looked like Mike Thompson, only 40 lbs heavier, and also breathing heavily. The man looked like he had a small cut on his forehead.
Mike Thompson quickly escorted me outside, and said something along the lines that his grandfather was drunk and he had a couple of drinks and they had a argument. He couldn't train me right at the moment but I could have the ring to myself.. (looking back, man that was dumb) and he would come out when everything was settled.
I changed in my car ( no way I was going into that place) and did forward rolls in the ring when I heard more screaming, glass breaking, and telling. Finally I head someone yelling at me...
HEY WRASSLER.....
SHUT UP GRANDPA...HAY WRASSLER!!
SHUT UP OLD MAN!!! HAY WRASSLER!!!!! YOU BEAT YOUR GRANDPA?
I SAID SHUT THE f**k UP OLD MAN (sh*t Banging and Crashing)
Apparently the grandfather has retreated to his room, and was staring out at me and yelling that Mike hit him, and hit him a lot. Since I was only a kid, and a soaking wet 170 at the time, not to mention it being my first day, and I had already put down one hell of alot for a deposit for training...I kept my mouth shut and continued to do forward rolls until thankfully, Rob Norwood showed up and started training me.
And that was my first say of training kids.....I haven't said anything until now, but dammit it feels good to get that off my chest, and yes I have plenty of other stories, all true from the 2 worst years of my wrestling career there.
If you know the user name, it's not too hard to find out my myspace, or you could just ask CHCNYL.
If you know the user name, it's not too hard to find out my myspace, or you could just ask CHCNYL.