Hope that my personal and specific events has some universal resonance.
Now, I was thinking of hanging up my Speedos for good a little while ago. Nothing to do with this site or the people on it - I'd have still stayed as have lots of good mates on here that I like chatting too as much as trying to make them tap.I'd have been less active. It felt like the thrill had gone. I hadn't worked it out of my system but after the matches and on the train home I was being to feel less happy.
Why's that? I hear no-one cry, Did you not enjoy yourself?
Well yes, I did. I had a great time but after a period of time on the site, and after the amount of opponents I have had, I began to think people might expect more from me. I'm not a newbie after all.
"So how many matches you won then? I beat so-and-so, they were easy, did you get them to tap?"
I've began to notice that competitiveness was being to creep into people's conversation with me. As if this site was a league, and people were trying to put me into it. Was I top of the league? Was I a Stoke - middle of the table just milling about? Was I a Sunderland - no-one sure what I was doing here in the top leagues? Or was I a Leicester - champion once but sliding down into oblivion?
I was beginning to feel a pressure that yes, I should be winning. I should be doing better. Not improving, but just better. Suddenly something that was me turning up and doing my best and having fun doing it was becoming something else.
I was back to being the school kid again dreading sports because as my then undiagnosed dyspraxia would mean I'd just be a disappointment. On the train back from wrestling matches, I could hear the patronising tones of my PE teacher saying, " well at least you tried and didn't trip over, so that's a success"
School days huh? They mess you up.
To mask the fact that I'm not brilliant and, unless I repeat a move a lot I forget it, not the biggest move repertoire I began to adopt the jobber role. Don't get me wrong, I love being in the position where I'm fighting to get control back, where my aggressive side can be released because I'm defending myself rather than going after someone. I.like reflecting my opponent's energy.
But I was finding the Jobber title wasn't a full fit for me.
"Yeah, but he's just a jobber right? He'll just lie there, that's no fun."
So there's all the pressure to fit into boxes and labels that didn't fit. I didn't want to be thought of as fun and friendly and the dreaded nice.
I wanted to be thought of as rough, tough, scary and a beast. I don't have the looks, the body or the skill to get people onto the mats with me, so let's try and tweak myself into something else. Let the pressure of what they want from you make you into a diamond.
Pressure doesn't do that to me. Recently met a guy I have always wanted to wrestle. Man, I wanted to impress him. I sucked. I choked. I forgot how to do a headlock and went back to the early days when I used to wrestle with my eyes shut so I could think ... but moving on.
I was trying to be someone I wasn't. Well not in whole. There's a heel to me, there's a jobber to me, there's a Hulk-smash inside me, there's a thug and there's a wrestling dummy too. I'm all those in one, but there's a pressure to cut off parts of me. To adapt to so much to what my opponent wanted, I was forgetting me too.
I was talking to one opponent after a match asking him if he had fun.
He stopped and said yes he did ... but did I?
We had a good chat and I explained how I felt about all the "nice" and no-one wants to fight the nice guy. He put me right, pointed out that at heart I'm doing this for fun. I'm not naturally competitive but I offer competition. I'm a challenge and genuinely fun to wrestle.
By adapting to others expectations I was putting a pressure on myself that I couldn't really thrive under.
I'm friendly, I'm tough, I'm nice, I'm gobby, I'm occasionally an arse, I'm playful, I'm serious, I'm a bookworm, I hold back too much sometimes, Im a geek, im shy, I often forget about protecting an arm, I'm a jobber, I'm a heel, I contain multitudes
But I'm all me.
I will adapt but I'm doing this for fun (fun doesn't have to mean erotic) I will learn as I go, I will make mistakes but I'll never give a damn about win/loss, or the amount of opponents but more about how many guys want that rematch and round two or three.
Forget that pressure pushing down on me
[Bridge: Freddie Mercury]
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da -
I'm okay :)
This is fictional. I’d be very interested in feedback. Thanks.
I’d always been interested in wrestling. As a young lad, I use to watch world of sport on a Saturday afternoon, cheering for the good guys. Booing the bad ones.
In my teens, I use to go every Saturday night to watch them live. The noise, the excitement. It was great! Time passed. Now in my 40s, I realised that I wanted to give wrestling a try and started looking at various web sites. I was in pretty good shape, going to the gym 3 - 4 times a week. I didn't smoke or drink. I felt my 5’ 10’ frame wasn't too bad. Many of them seemed to be directed at gay guys. Now, I’ve nothing against gay men. I just didn't fancy striping down to a pair of trunks and climbing into a ring with them!
I saw and ad for a gym not to far from me.
“ Ex-professional wrestler. Training available. Own mats and ring. Beginners welcome “
There was a number. I decided to give it a ring. It was a recorded message.
“ Owen Clark here. Leave your number and I’ll get back to you asap “
The voice sounded friendly. I left my name and number and said I was interested in lessons and could he get back to me. It was sometime the following afternoon when my phone rang and it was Owen.
“ Am I speaking to John? “
“ Hi “ I said. “ Is that Owen? “
It was and we chatted for about 20 mins. I was asked if I had any experience, my weight and height a my measurements ( chest, waist and boot size ). When I asked Owen why he needed to know this, he explained that it enabled him to work out exactly what we could in our lessons. He also explained that the gym he used was in his own house and he plenty of spare gear that he encouraged first timers to wear. He said that wearing the right boots and singlets let people get the real feeling of what of was like to get in the ring and fight. We arranged that I come over to his that weekend.
He suggested some sites for me to look at, so I could familiarize myself with some of the holds and moves. I spent a couple of hours looking at full nelsons, pile drivers and various submission holds. Looking at the guys in the tall boots and tight singlets and trunks, make me feel a little uneasy. I found I had a boner! I dismissed it, putting it down to thinking of a girl I was chatting to earlier in the day.
Saturday arrived. I set off to Owen’s. The house was at the end of a long lane. It was quite a place! The house was set in quite a large, well kept garden. I parked up and just as I was getting my bag out of the car, the front door opened and a guy came out. The was about 6 ‘ 2’, very well built and in total control. He had a no 2 crop hair cut and the bluest eyes.He walked over, his large hand out ready to shake.
“ John, welcome. I hope you found it without much trouble? “
I stammered a reply and was lead into a very impressive entrance hall.
Owen turned to me.
“ what say we have a drink and then I show you the gear I think will be ok for you and we’ll get started? “
He lead me into a bright, airy kitchen and poured us both a drink of fresh orange juice.
He chatted away about various things but I wasn't really paying attention. My eyes kept looking at his large, strong hands. What the hell was wrong with me!
“ so we’ll go now? “ Owen asked. I nodded and followed Owen to the back of the house.
“ I had this built a couple of years ago. What do you think? “ Owen asked.
He had lead me into a large, bright conservatory. At one side was a range of free weights and various fitness machines. On the other, a wrestling ring and matted area at the side. On some chairs, there was various pairs of boots and singlets.
“ You chose which things you would like to wear" Owen said. “I’ll just go and get myself ready.”
He then walked a back into the house. I looked at the boots and singlets. I chose a red singlet and a pair of tall, black boots. I’d never wore anything like this before and when putting the boots on, felt a thrill run up and down my body. Just then, Owen returned. He was all in black, black boots, black singlet and even a black mask. Without saying a word, he pointed to the ring.
I climbed in the ring and stood uncertain of what to do. Before I could do anything, Owen had grabbed my arm, put it into a lock and was forcing me down onto the canvas!
“ You need to react quicker than that “ Owen said and next thing I knew, he wrapped his legs around my body and was starting to squeeze! I tried in vain to push his legs off me. It was trying to push two logs! The pressure increased. Suddenly, Owen grabbed my balls!
“ What the fuck are you doing “ I yelled at him.
“ Only what you have wanted me to do since you walked through the door “ Owen sneered at me. “ I saw how you was checking my hands as we talked. I knew where you wanted those hands to end up! “
He released me from his legs. My chest was sore from the pressure he’d put on it. I didn't have much of a rest. Owen was at me again.
“ Let me show you one of my favourite moves” he said.
I found myself grabbed again. Owen put one of his legs in front of mine, his arm round my neck and started to bend me back.
“ This is called a grapevine. It allows me to stretch you back, fully held but leaving my right arm free to do as I like “
Owen put a ab grab on. The pain was intense! I moaned as he dug his fingers hard into my abs. Then the punching started! Blow after blow! My abs were turning to jelly! He dropped me to the canvas.
“ Time for another one of my fav holds. You're gonna like this one “
Owen turned me over so I was face down. He stood behind my knees and somehow caught my feet round his legs. He then grabbed my arms and pulled me so my back was arched. I suddenly realized what he was going to do! He was going to put me in a surfboard! He pulled back and I found myself looking at the ceiling! I think I screamed out in pain. My back felt it was breaking! I was begging him to stop and put me down. All I could hear was his low laughter.
“ You want out of this “ Owen asked.
“ Yes please. I’ll do anything “I managed to gasp.
He lowered me to the canvas and ordered me to kneel in front of him. Without taking his eyes off mine, he slowly began to peel off his singlet. He was much more muscled than I realised. He let the singlet drop to the floor and stepped out of it.
“ strip “ He ordered.
My hands were trembling as I took off the singlet and let it drop to the floor. He slowly walked round me, sometimes running his hand over parts of my body. The one thing that I couldn't understand we're my feelings. He I was, naked apart from a pair of tall boots. Being touched by a naked guy, who could break me in half if he wanted to. Did I feel frightened? No. Did I feel excited? Yes! Owen was now stood in front of me. He put his hands on my chest and slowly started to rip my nipples. A shiver went straight down my back.
“ You seem to like that John “ he said. All I could do was let out a moan. It felt so good! He took one hand off my chest and dropped it to my now hard cock. He began to slowly wank me off.
“ Please don't “ I managed to say.
Owen laughed quietly. “ Don't worry “ he said “ I have a much better way to make you cum. I'll save that for later “
Owen took my hand and guided to his own, large cock. I could only just get my hand round it. Hold my wrist, he guided my hand up and down his manhood.
“ Now. Down on your knees again “
Owen put his large hands on my shoulders and pushed down. He took his cock in one hand and his other hand, on the back of my head.
Owen put the head of his cock to my lips. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading.
“ Open the fuck up now! “ Owen snapped at me.
I was shaking. Slap! Owen’s hand landed hard into the side of my face. As I opened my mouth to cry out, Owen slid the bell end of his cock into my mouth.
“ If I feel your teeth on my cock, cunt, you're gonna my fist next time “
He slowly started to move his cock in and out of my mouth, going deeper each time. My mind had shut down. All that mattered was this guy invading my mouth. As I was getting use to sucking his cock, he began to rub my cock with the sole of his boot. I felt myself becoming hard.
He withdrew his cock from my mouth and told me to stand.
“ Something down here enjoyed having my boot on it “ He joked, suddenly bringing his boot up and rubbing my balls along the length of it.
He put his arms round me, I tensed, waiting for a bearhug.
“ Don't worry. I’m not going to hurt you, John “He lowered his mouth to mine and started to kiss me. His hands traveled up and down my back, as his kiss became harder.
He whispered in my ear.
“ I want you John. I promise l’ll take it slow “
At this point, I was past caring! I’d come to this stranger's house, dressed in gear I never would have thought of wearing, been used like a doll in the ring and was now leaking more pre cum with a harder cock I had ever had in my life before. What else could happen!
Owen started to lead me to a corner of the ring. He turned him round, placing my back against the post. He took my face in his hands and stared hard into my face.
“ Do you trust me John? “ he asked.
I don't know why but I nodded.
“ Good. That will make what I’m about to do a lot easier. “ Owen said.
He put his hands under my arms and picked me up and put my legs through the middle ropes and my arms over the top ropes. He then knelt down between my legs and took my cock into his mouth. He deep throated me till I was pleading him to let me cum.
“ I want to taste your juice John. “ Owen moaned. “ Tell me when you're about shoot! “
I couldn't hold it any longer. I told Owen to get ready. I suddenly started jerking, gushing into Owen’s mouth. I never in my life had cum as much as this! It seemed to be going on forever! Owen let some of my cum dribble onto his hand. I felt him start to rub it into my arsehole. Then slowly, talking softy all the while, he began to open my hole with his fingers. It felt so good!
“ Listen to me John. I’m going to start to fuck you “ Owen said. “ I’m going to go slow and take it easy. If you want me to stop, just say so “
I then felt the head of his cock start to make it's way into my hole. It hurt at first but true to his word , he took it slow. By now I had half his cock inside me.
“ I’m going to get a little faster now “ Owen breathed into my ear “ just tell me if you want me to stop, ok? “
I nodded. He was really ramming it home now. His breathing was getting faster. My own cock, which had just cum more than ever before, was rock hard again. Owen was shouting, not words, more like animal sounds. Suddenly, he stiffened and let out his loudest yell yet! He started cumming. Spurt after spurt of hot, wet cum was going into me. Then I felt myself explode, cum covering both our chests and stomachs. Owen slowly freed me from the ropes and gently laid me down on the canvas. We lay next to each other, not speaking, content with each other.
As far as a wrestling lesson, it taught me so much more!
Ok, call me shallow. But I think many of us can be guilty of being shallow when it comes to muscle and wrestling. While we each have our own reasons why we wrestle, there’s plenty of common ground that we all share. We like the aggression. We like the primal, man on man contact. We like the battle between two men. I agree with all of that. Now this is where I will come off a shallow. Muscle. A great body. And a guy who knows how to use his physique in a match. The allure of wrestling for me is to test out another man’s muscle to see what they can do. Yes, I know. I know. We are more than just our physiques. And I DEFINITELY know that wrestling is won in large part by the strategy in which we use against our opponent. Sheer strength doesn’t decide a match; nor does a bigger set of pecs mean you’re gonna win. But, let’s face it, there’s a part of us all that gets a little weak when it comes to a great physique.
There’s just something about a hot guy sporting a hot body that elevates a match for me. This doesn’t mean that I expect my opponents to be fitness models. Face it, they look good, but not many of us get to actually see a fitness model on the street, let alone on the mats. But I like a guy who is no stranger to the gym and one who is not ashamed to let that muscle do some talking once we step onto the mats. For me, a built guy makes me want to be a better wrestler. It automatically makes me kick into my A Game.
In my own matches I’ve witnessed how the lure and allure of a decent physique can give a man the upper hand. There have been times when I meet an opponent, take off my shirt and get into gear when they automatically assume that I will completely dominate them on the sole attribute of being in shape. I’ll use that to my advantage and I don’t mind stooping to some pre-match flexing to further psyche a guy out. It’s like muscle is that secret ingredient that guys just crave to feel while they are wrestling. On the flip side, I’ve been the guy that drools when an opponent shows off their body. Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I want to feel them use that muscle and power to take control. I hate to admit it, but there’s always that sense that the better built man SHOULD win.
But that’s not how wrestling works. Despite the initial impression – ok, let’s call it was it is – muscle lust – sets in and you settle into the match, the mix of skill, strategy and strength are what leads to the win. Talent wins. Muscle doesn’t guarantee a victory.
Finally, for me, I prefer to wrestle a guy who is fit, mature, athletic and confident. Yes, muscular helps, but I want them to know how to wrestle. I know we all come in different shapes and sizes, and I’ve wrestled the gamut – but my heart gets racing when my opponent has a good set of pecs and guns. It’s one of the things that drew me back in wrestling. I’d see a hot guy on the street and I couldn’t help but wonder how’ I’d do against him. Muscle has its allure.
Today marks exactly seven months until I board a plane and head off to University for three years (if all goes to plan this time around). This doesn't include my couple of weeks in Zimbabwe, which takes out a chunk of the summer!
Unfortunately it means I will be taking a break from wrestling as I will be focusing on my future. For me, wrestling is down the pecking order when it comes to priorities.
I've met a couple of decent guys on here since last year and have one or two more to meet (you know who you are) but it dawned on me today that I cannot waste another moment. I'm cramming my schedule for the next few months!
First, and above all, I had fun. Definitely.
I'll write first about the hotel. If you sign up for WrestleFest you make your own arrangements but it suited me to stay at the Penn Hotel. It's a time-warp. I had an enormous room with a sitting room attached (I hadn't expected that). I was comfortable and had all the space I needed to meet people I'd planned to meet and, indeed, sometimes, while I just lay chastely on my bed reading, I was able, unexpectedly, to host other guys' fights in my unexpected "spare room"! I met some interesting people! Yes: it was fun.
Next, I want to say how much I appreciate the work done by the organiser(s). It's true that we all made our arrangements as individuals, including booking accommodation, but the whole thing needed to be set up. I had several e-mails to and fro with the organisers and with more people than ever signing up this year, their work behind the scenes should not be underestimated. THANK YOU!
So - the people, the wrestling.
I had a great time and enjoyed every meeting. One guy I'd been in contact with for ages and this was the first time we'd met in person. Great guy: our first meeting in the flesh was easy and fun. I met a guy from back home in the UK. Sort of surreal to go to New York to meet him but we laughed such a lot and will certainly be meeting again, back home. Someone I'd contacted just on the off-chance that though he is less than half my age he might be prepared to meet me proved to be another highlight. I have a new friend!
Mostly, the setting-up of meetings went well. A couple of guys responded politely to my request for a meeting with a simple "thanks but no thanks" ... and I respect their politeness. One or two others didn't trouble to reply at all, which was disappointing. (One of my chaps DID meet one of them, quite a famous wrestler, so I asked my friend to give bad, impolite guy an extra squeeze for me!) I had to cancel one meeting as it was on my last morning before flying home and it would have cost me an extra 100$+ to keep my room beyond normal check-out time; I asked him to excuse a late cancellation. Actually, since he hasn't logged into the MF site for a good few days I guess this meeting might in any case have resulted in a "no show" on his part so I don't feel too bad. Another guy didn't turn up but contacted me after the putative event - so all is forgiven. There's always next year.
I confess that I took things pretty easily. New York is New York so you can't spend days at a time closeted in a hotel wrestling (can you?). I divided my time between meetings for a gentle wrestle, lying on my bed reading, and going out for great walks in a great part of the city that never sleeps.
Others seem to have had a very full fight card and came away exhausted. It became plain to me that some people were there for wrestling ... some for "other things". But it was all very purposeful and, during this, my first such meet, I met some nice people and had some good conversation.
I'd go again.
From a site which tries to determine one's BDSM proclivities by answers to well over a hundred questions, these are the stats for me: Some seem to correlate with my wrestling tastes. I think it underestimated my desires to tame unruly brats of any age [Picture, February 2017]
81% Primal (Hunter)
32% Brat tamer
13% Primal (Prey)
6% Rope bunny
I'd like to thank the following for taking the time and trouble to come to the meeting I arranged at Pippas on 18th February....
I think it can be said, we had a fun afternoon wrestling each other!
I've now met some really amazing lads to add to the friends I've already made through this site!
Despite the intolerable traffic getting to Manchester, I'd like to think it was worth the while setting it all up - and those (who will remain nameless) that refused my invite to attend - you missed a great meet which was friendly, relaxed and fun-filled!
The social time that was spent that evening with a couple of guys was not only fun but made my trip so much more enjoyable (the guys who came know who they are!!)
I'd also like to thank Pippa L'Vinn for making the hire of her venue so easy and trouble-free!
If I can set up another later in the year, I hope some (or all) can return!!
All said and done, I would say despite everything I had a great time and would like to think I've added some new friends and hope I get to see them again real soon!!
In Japan, February 19 is Pro-Wrestling Day. This commemorates the first international pro-wrestling match ever held in Japan. That match involved Rikidozan (considered as the father of Japanese pro-wrestling and Masahiko Kimura (the man who popularized the famed Kimura lock) teaming up against the Sharpe brothers.
Anyway, I just wanted to wish a happy Pro-Wrestling Day.
I spent a good deal of time trying to meet guys on here with no luck. It just seems an awful lot of work to get maybes and ifs, or "i am too busy" excuses all the time. The top excuse also seems to be that I am "too good" and fear that I am going to beat the crap out of people. Funny, because if you notice from my profile, I am looking for erotic wrestling in singlets or spandex and don't really mention much about going at you hard or hurting anyone. But, 'tis no fault of mine for trying, and I certainly do not discount that people have things to do and lack money. We all have things to do, some of us have less money, but when we want something we go get it. I didn't want to be fat, so i did something about it. I wanted to wrestle, so I went and drove 3 to 4 hours away to compete, knowing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about the sport or how to do it. I may not be those guys people here lust after (the real high school or college wrestlers, or those "real wrestlers" from the various video sites), but I compete, train, and know how tough the sport is currently while still being gay and being into spandex, and all those things many of you on here enjoy as well.
But I am going to focus on my competitions now and try and achieve a few goals I have been slacking on, namely because I have been so intent on wanting to find a partner on these sites. If you are still interested in meeting me, it will be difficult as my tournaments will be on weekends but I can free up time for those who really are going to show and don't come up with excuses. I think I am a pretty great guy when you get to know me, and if anything, i fit the bill when it comes to being a true fighter and wrestler. Wish me luck, or don't. Like my blog, or be that one guy who likes to hit "dislike." He can be as anonymous as he wants to but to him i say this: haters are going to hate and never going to get anywhere else in life for it. I am here, I am doing my thing, and too bad if you think i am a jerk for having opinions. Ciao for now.
i will be having an operation early May so will be out of the scene before, during [naturally!] and for some time after.
While I am 'out of commission' the profile will be temporarily suspended.
While my back holds together I am going to take as many chances to wrestle as many opponents as I can. The 'window of opportunity may not be a big one, So I am hoping to tour New Zealand in [the southern] Spring and some Asian countries in early 2018. If still going OK, the West Coast US and Canada in the second half [northern Fall] of 2018,
Keep strong guys....
Darren 'the Natureboy' Rix