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Name: Joseph Morris
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Thursday, March 09, 2006

I Steal Boolah's Post

So, Boolah did a Blog Entry reminescing (spell?) about our old Backyard Wrestling Group, the NWWA. For details, check out his post at http://mightyboolah.blogspot.com. Anyway that got me all nostalgic too, so I'm stealing the essence of his post and rewriting it with my own memories.

Also, I'd like to say that I was a Brawler/Hardcore type wrestler, and some of the things I did during my matches were pretty insane. If you have some sort of an opinion about me being a normal, laid back fellow, please do not read any further.

BEST PERSONAL ENTRANCE MUSIC: I came out to a few different songs in the early days, but my music of choice was "Five Finger Cross" by Danzig. That music really focused me.

FAVORITE PERSONAL MOVE: My finisher, the Killing Joke, which was a swinging Stunner. It looked cool as hell when I did it right. 2nd: Spinning Heel Kick, just because it was an athletic move, and I'm not an athletic person.

BEST PERSONAL MATCH: vs. Big Country (Bro). End of the Brother's War Barbed Wire Board Match. One of the nastiest, most brutal matches in NWWA history. Country speared me through a chunk of plywood wrapped in barbwire. I lost the Hardcore Title that night and didn't care cause the match was so killer. 2nd: vs. Big Country vs. Psycho Jack (Fitch). The 2nd time we wrestled in an actual ring was this match. I won the Hardcore Title and got to do some real cool moves. Got dumped in barbed wire a few times as well.

FAVORITE PERSONAL MATCH: vs. Boolah at the First Ring Day. Gotta agree with Boolah on this one. See his site for details. I lost this match too, ironically. 2nd: The Hardcore 4 Way vs. Big Country vs. Psycho Jack vs. Namkrow. See below for why this one is a favorite.

FAVORITE PERSONAL MOMENT: I hope that none of my relatives that might tell my Ma are reading this, but my favorite personal moment was when I fell into a bed of flaming thumb tacks. Do I even need to explain why this utterly insane moment in my life stands out? 2nd: The night I accidentally got set on fire.

FAVORITE OPPONENT: Big Country. Bro brought out the best in me every time we wrestled. I was the insane, fearless brawler, while he was the unstoppable juggernaut. Great stuff. 2nd: Nakimaki. Tate didn't wrestle hardcore style, so our matches were more like classic wrestling matches. Tate was about the best pure wrestler we had, so our matches usually had good psychology and a lot of back and forth.

WORST OPPONENT: That one guy I wrestled at the Ring show. Some chump decided he wanted to wrestle, and I got stuck being his opponent. Apparently, he didn't know that WRESTLING IS FAKE. So our "match" turned into this jerk tossing my ass around (poorly) for a few minutes. Every time I tried to do a move, he wouldn't sell (selling is where you make a fake move look real, an essential skill to wrestling). I ended up getting pissed off and hit the guy with a singapore cane so hard he bled. Not my proudest moment. I lost that match too. 2nd: Mazer the Thief.

Titles:
World- 4 (It's worth mentioning that most of my World Title reigns lasted anywhere from a week to ten minutes. I only had one run that lasted a month.)
TV- 1 (I was the first TV champ, baby!)
Hardcore- 3 (My favorite belt)
Tag Team- 4 (One with Bro, one with Shafe, and two with Boolah)

I was insane back then, but it was an incredibly fun time in my life, and I do have days where I kinda wish we could have another show every now and then. But the past is the past, and the present is the present, so let's move on.

2 Comments:

Amazo said...

Sounds like it was a lot of fun. I never got to do stuff like that in my past. How old were you when you were backyard wrestling ?

2:32 PM  
Amazing Shafeman said...

LOL. We were early 20's. The funny thing is, I was reminescing to Wendy about this the other day, too. And the Superbowl Nuts commercial and Joe on fire (cause the video is shitty tape so it looks like an inferno) are regular stories in my "Meet New People" repetoire.

My theory is the nostalgia is mostly a bonding with friends on the same page sort of thing, cause there wasn't really much in the way of egos floating around in or outside the ring. There wasn't a need to win or a feeling of bitterness if you lost. No "The rules don't work that way." No "The dice/draw wasn't with me." No "Why didn't I get a fucking goblet." Just 4-20 dudes in a hay barn/garage/wherever, fakely beating the shit out of each other like best buds do.

6:40 AM  

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