Foi criado um grupo de Luta livre gay em São Paulo. A group for gay wrestlers in São Paulo was created.
So me and wrestling4444 had our rematch a few weeks ago I thought I could take him with some luck but I was wrong as you can tell in my photos we have another rematch cumming soon
... because you are blocked.
Well thank you very much!
I had a pleasant, welcoming exchange with a new MF member last night. Perfectly polite, perfectly cordial, no threat or unpleasantness on either side. Next thing, I'm blocked. His prerogative, of course, but so unnecessary. A simple, polite "thanks but no thanks" would have done the trick and, I suggest, been more in the spirit of our site.
I've been here before and I know that others agree with me that the "block" button should only really be used in extreme circumstances. I'm so sorry, young chap, and hope that you will find what you are looking for here on this excellent site. Hitting the "block" button was, I think, lazy.
I've sometimes politely turned down invitations to meet but never had occasion to block anyone. Am I bitter? No, not really. Just disappointed. It's so easy to be polite, respectful and considerate.
Came up with a good 60-or-so-minute workout – gets almost every muscle, no equipment needed–great for in between weights days and there is nobody around for a rough wrestling/judo/mma match. Especially great if running hurts the knees, can't or no place to swim, and don't want to go breakneck speeds on a bike going down the trail system. Do it intense enough and you should be at aerobic and will have exercised all kinds of muscles you don't get with most other routines.
First: Be physically fit enough to begin exercising in the first place. [Yes..I have to stress that, even for some users of this site.] This routine is not for couch potatoes or egregiously out of shape folks as their premiere routine–check with your licensed medical practitioner. Then, once cleared, ----Commit yourself to do these with intensity, con gusto, avec vitesse.
Walk, 15 min or so mile pace–clasp your hands–tight squezzing them like you mean it hanging on for life, for strengthening the grip. Manipulate the arms against each other at every possible angle (alternating which hand is clasping the other) Resist like you mean it. Do it in front, behind you, over the head, down low–so it's like multi-angle benches, mil presses, regular & Fr. curls, etc. and bend the wrists at times resisting each other--- and resist bending hand against hand at times, to work the wrists/forearms.
Keep your abs tough, tight throughout, and when "resting" from grasping the hands, tighten the abs more and pound them (use common sense, keep the muscles there tight as a drum, and avoid your ribs – You don't want to break them). And tighten up those butt muscles as you walk. Few thing uglier than as soggy-looking ass. After that, hand against the head and push, all angles–change hands at times, resisting with your neck muscles (again use common sense).
Make the entire cycle last 12-15 minutes; ("Rest" by merely walking–Keep up the pace). Work up to four cycles (like 4 sets) More if yur in Gung-Ho City
If you can last 60 minutes or so, you've had a good workout. And you'll have the sidewalk, rec trail, whatever; and wide open because people will think you're some crazy man gyrating, contorting your body madly – every which way but loose. and sure as hell will give you wide clearance. If anyone starts handing you crap, tell them it's one of your homework assignments for a mortal hand-to-hand combat course, such as krav maga.
If you had merely walked at a normal pace doing nada else, the whole upper bod would nave lain fallow, other than swinging the arms, and your breathing and pulse would have be rather zilchlike.
**Caveats: Make sure yur fit enough in the first place to try this. Clear it with your doc. You might be stiff the next day after yur first couple times doing this. Hint: Don't do the gut striking if children are in sight–Don't want them imitating it, not realizing the gut has to be tightened up for it to be safe. Same goes for any strikes below the navel around women and kids–could be misconstrued as some kind of a sexual thing.
It is an activity that occurs in sports between opponents. Although it is not physical, if a person is not careful, it can effect him mentally.
Why do people, especially guys do it?
Most of the time , it is for amusement.
It amazes me that most of the people who do the most trash talking are usually trying to provoke the opponent.
Speaking from personal experience, 70% of my past opponents ( 7 out of ten of my past opponents) have initiated this type of communication. I have had even some future opponents saying how they will dominate me on the mats.
They do not know Slim that well: do they?
At first, I was like these people do not know me that well and talking all this smack.
However, I forgot one thing: it is part of the nature of the beast.
I respond to it either by ignoring it (until we meet on the mat) or by replying in a dry and a sarcastic mode.
Guys, if you are talking smack, MAKE SURE that you either you know the person well enough or has a good sense of the person's temperament. Also, make sure that the talk is made in fun, not detremental to the person's character or to the person's psyche.
In sum, it should be ministered like medicine;: with care.
In fact, it can make a match more exciting or an opponent more aggressive ( in a positive way). It can cause an opponent to perform better and improve his wrestling skills by training harder.
Basically, I am a nice and a polite guy. However, if someone communicates in a way that questions on how they will dominate me or crush me on the mats, it is time to respond
In fact, some trash talking has motivated me to become more aggressive on the mat and improve my skills.
I am not advocating trash talking. However, if it causes a match to become more exciting , or for a wrestler to improve his performance on the mat, then so be it.
Just fo the heck of it, I looked to see what WWE was charging for an event. Spotted this option.
The WWE Superstar VIP Experience Packages are $549 & include:
Premium Ringside Seat (1st 2 rows)
Meet & Greet and Autograph Opportunity with WWE Superstars*
Exclusive Limited Edition 2017 WWE Souvenir Event Chair
Three New Exclusive VIP Merchandise Items
Limited Edition 2017 Autograph Book
Matted Superstar Collage
Venue Parking (where applicable - one parking pass per order, not per ticket)
Of course you could just by the P1 seat for $110 each. Or P2 for $65.
Reminds me why I drove to Portland and watched 4 hours for WCWC TV taping for $10. And sat three rows back from the ring.
This might not be the place to post it and let me know if this should be somewhere else, but I am really looking for an IRL match. I have a place to wrestle (have puzzle mats) and lots of gear. Problem is, no one seems to want to take me on. I think it's because I'm straight and if that's the case, there is nothing I can do about it. Oh heck, maybe it's my age (maybe a combination of both) but I love the exercise of it and I am reasonable good at it. I go to the gym regularly. I just posted some new pics that I took this morning and I can see the results of my gym efforts.
Well, if anyone is passing through the area (NC), give me a shout. I am only into safe/sane bouts but I will give you a run for your money. Also, make a few friends along the way.
awww...u showed up. huh? come to admire my belt?
kept that belt for so long just owning you like a real man. cant help you had to cheat your way to the top, bitch! ;)
keep telling urself that man. i'm sure it makes u feel better. bottom line....the belt is where it should be... around my waist.
alright enough talk little dude, ive been waiting for you to man up and defend that thing like a real champ *stretching everything out in the corner of the ring in my leather jacket, no shirt, and tight green and black flame tights, arms up for the crowd who want to see me take my title back*
my music starts and i step out. signature white squares with the word "HOT" written across my ass in red and orange flames. belt around my waist. hands on my hips with a cocky smile. standing there looking out across the crowd
taking it all in
i strut down the aisle. i slowly make my way up the stairs and step through the ropes
point over to you
'this is MY belt bro"
arms up in the air as i play to the crowd
i take the belt off and hand it to the ref
shaking out my arms and cranking my neck
let's do this
immediately flip you off with both hands "not anymore!" i easily toss my jacket off and throw it into the crowd as the girls squeal. i give you the flex show you've surely missed as ive only gotten stronger, bigger, and more cut since the last time. i tighten my draw strings and move to the center. "on you, champ!" yt
i run my fingers through my hair. big cocky smile. 'HA HA." point at u . "that's right bro. the CHAMP is in the house" i charge toward you pushing you against the ropes. i bring my knee up into ur abs. again. again. again. yt
i brace for impact to push you back but you're much stronger than before. shock hits my face as i let out a gasp as i hit the ropes and feel the first blow to my abs. "ah! fuck you!" i jut to the side and you miss the next kick as grab your side and pull you down and over me. side hip toss back to the center of the ring as you land on your hip. yt.
ooffff... i hit the mat hard and grab ur ankle. tripping u up i get to my feet still holding ur ankle. i drive my boot to the back of ur thigh. again...again. again. yt
try to gloat but already feel myself falling over and gasp as i hit the ground and see you over me, already worried about that familiar look. i writhe and kick to get to the ropes and feel you stomp my thighs, slowly working my legs. "fuck!" i get to the ropes and the ref forces you off as i bring myself to my feet, pissed off. yt
ref in between you and me as you get to your feet. i push him aside and lunge toward you. pushing you back against the corner. i grab hold of the second rope on each side of ur bod and RAM my shoulder into ur abs. again... again... again. yt
feel you toss me into the corner "no wait what? stop! oof" the first hit winds me and before i can wait for the second time for those newly bouldered shoulders to slam me, i lift my feet up high and you go flying out under me past the ropes as i recover and land my feet and try to catch my breath. unaware of what happened to you. yt
laser focused on ramming my shoulder into ur bricks when ARRRGGG. i miss my target.. my shoulder rams the metal post. i lay across the second buckle. shoulder against the metal post. fuckin pain on my face. fuckk.. yt
i feel your backside as i bring my legs down and get the bright idea with an evil grin. i lace my feet around your legs as your bent over, leaning into the pole and breathing hard. ive got my momentum and boom! i pull my legs hard forward and you flip over me, cradled. i want to go for the pin but the sadist in me knows i gotta make you suffer. you
lay on your back as i hold your legs in front of me as i tuck them into my pits. "remember the good old crab?!" i hoist your body up and start turning you over. yt
feel you grab hold of my legs and tucked under your pits. starting to get turned over into the crab. FUCK!!! i start army crawling and grab hold of the bottom rope. ref slapping ur shoulder to release. yt
turning bright red as my arms bulge and flex hard "tap!!!" the ref pulling me off and threatening to disqualify me until i let go. i finally throw legs hard down against the canvas as you moan and i march back to the center of the ring. "that belt belongs to me!" i start flexing again and wait for you to get your shit together. yt
i grab hold of the ropes to help me get to my feet. match off to an intense start. breathing heavy. cocky grin gone from my face. thinking to myself this is gonna be one fuckin match. i start to center with my arms up. ready to lock up. yt
i let you lock up hands with me and as we go pec to pec and try to out muscle each other. me smiling now, knowing im still your literal achille's heel, and you worried now your title is truly in jeopardy. before we can start outpowering each other, i laugh and run my knee straight into your gut. "how's that feel?!" yt
hands locked together. pec to pec with u. GGGRRRRrrrrr.. in a test of strength when i look up and see u smile then UUUmmpph.. ur knee crashes my abs and i fall to my one knee. fingers still locked together. yt
"perfect! remember that spot." i keep your arms locked with mine and pull hard so your head comes fliying in. tuck your head between my legs with your hands tied to mine. i force our hands to the back of your legs so youre tied up beneath your torso. "suck it!" i shout and lift! you go up in a tiny, compartmentalized sack of meat and i laugh as you
look down at the mat. package piledriver! i jump and then let my feet fall from below me so your head hits the mat first with my ass and you splatter out across the ring. yt
totally locked in u grip. bod lifted off the mat b4 i can counter. upside down now. eyes wide... fuckkk.. then Ummppphh..bod hits the mat hard. on my back. hands on the back of my neck... FUckk.....moaning in pain on the mat. yt
cant give you a break. i leap onto your tall torso, legs on your abs and glutes on your shoulders i pull up both your legs. "COUNT IT. I WANT THAT BELT." im pent on months of repressed angst and agression. ref jumps down as your folded up under my huge quads. 1. 2...
i kick out just b4 the ref's hand comes down . yt
eyes wide. WHAT? NO NO NO ARE YOU KIDDING ME. i get up, pumped and pissed, at come at the ref. he pushes me off and threatens to DQ me again. i run over to you as you roll over and recover. "im gonna snap that neck!" i drag your body up off the ground. "again!" this time i throw you over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes and start working your he
ad down to my torso and groin area for a tombstone ."remember this one?" hoping it puts you away... yt
u start working my head down ur torso and groin area and I grab hold of the back of ur legs and force my head down between ur legs. momentum taking u over me and to the mat. grabbing the back of ur thighs as ur shoulders are now pinned to the mat. ref drops for the count. 1....2...yt
i feel myself flip over in a sort of canadian destroyer "no, shit!" my head slams hard first and suddenly youre on top. i feel weakened but see the ref's hands come down. 2 1/2... .SHOULDERS UP! "fuck you!" i try to get up but im weakened and dizzy from the hit. yt
i turn on top of ur bod as ur abs first on the mat and pull u into a front face lock. i slip my hand under and start the choke as ur on ur abs on the mat. yt
veins popping every where now as i feel myself start to fade "not like this! no way!" i move back and forth, back and forth. after minutes of agony i get my weight on both of us and roll, over and over and with you me until i get to the ropes and grasp onto it til the ref kicks you off. yt
ref slapping at my shoulder... 1...2... i release you. i slowly get to my feet. ref pushing me to get away from you. i push the ref away and i STOMP the back of ur head. then i STOMP your back. i grab hold of ur hair and pull u up. i reach between ur legs and lift u up and SLAM u down hard to the mat. yt
trying to get up and recover but bam back of the head, back of the back. im moaning as i try to get up then feel the pull 'fuck yo–woah no!" that new found strength. goddamn. i go up in the air, mouth wide as i shout in terror as you bring back down. "oooomph." i cant breath. i see you're winded too and try to get up first. yt
see u trying to get up and i drop an elbow into ur back. breathing heavy as i grab hold of ur hair and pull u up. i scoop u up sideways and GGGRRr lift u up to my pecs and drop u back first over my extended knee and release upon impact. yt
feel slam on my back and getting weaker. make him stop... feel myself go up again but cant fight back "no!" this time my back hits the knee and i arch hard and moan "fuck!" i feel the knee digging hard and harder into my spine as i nearly squeal. yt
i push u off my knee. and slide on top of u. i hook ur leg. ref drops for the count. 1....2... yt
2 1/2 again as i shout out and use my massive legs to leg press you off me and towards the corner. i use the time to finally get to my feet but only just, totally drained. i come flying at you for a dropkick in the corner. yt
i slap the mat in frustration . get back to my feet. i turn and UUUMMPHHH. ur boots connect to my pec and chin. knocking me back hard into the corner. i wrap my arms around the top rope to keep me on my feet. yt
i take a quick lap then come back around, momentum with me now and WHAM a clothlines straight across those big pecs as your body goes flapping out of the corner and wobbles towards the center and falls in front of me. i see you fall to your knees in front of me and get a sadistic look. yt
bod glistening from my sweat. chest heaving in the corner. shaking out the cob webs when OOOOMphhh ur bod collides with mine. i stagger out of the corner and i fall to my knees. totally dazed. yt
i dont give you a chance this time. head between my legs. grab your torso. lift you and spin you up to my shoulders. you cant even comprehend how fast. my hands already on those white HOT tights. "get ready to fly!" i pull you up, wedging those tights up so you hit the ceiling, and then drop my legs out so you drop 10 feet down in a sitout last rid
e powerbomb, back first. yt
no control over what's happening to me when FUCKKK..Bod is laid out flat on the mat. spread eagle. leg twitching.....low moan as my head slowly goes from side to side. fuckkkkkkkk.......yt
i know your tough bod too well and expect the 3 count wont happen. as the ref counts 1, 2, i lace one of my legs through your prone legs and plant it on your side. i tie up your knees across mine. the minute your shoulder goes up, i twist and spin and boom! we've flipped over and ive got you in my signature and deadliest hold - the sharpshooter! i
want you to tap. i want you to say i quit. that youre my bitch. i want that belt back! tap! yt
my bod turned over and AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGG. fuckin screaming in pain. NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!. ref drops. 'you quitting Zach??? u give????' NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! FFFFUUUUUUUCKKKK... ARRRRRGGG.. yt
i want to see those hands slapping the mat so badly. i drag you back to the center of the ring and reposition myself so my glutes are on your shoulders and im pulling your knees so far back your feet are about to touch your head ."give up and give me the belt or i take this to the next level!" yt
ARRRRRRGGGGG!!!!! FUCCCCFCCKKKKK! pain intense - hand up... ready to tap..... ref down next to me. 'give it up Zach?? huh??? give it up??? i reach out and grab his shirt and pull him close to me and HEAD BUTT him hard. he falls back. holding his head. i continue to yell in pain. ARRRgg.. tapping the mat. but no ref to call for the bell. yt
all i hear and see is the tapping. "you give? i win?!?!?!" i scream in victory and drop the hold as i start parading around the ring. i go up to the corner and flex and wait for the crowd to respond but they seem unconvinced... yt
i slowly crawl to the ropes. using the ropes to get me to my feet. face in fucking pain from a nasty sharp shooter. arching my back. i see u on the second rope. arms up thinking u won. i stagger on over and land a HUGE uppercut between ur legs. u bend over from impact
i jump to the second rope behind u
drape ur arm over my shoulder
my boys against ur ass
i lift u up
and suplex u off the second rope
and roll on top of u
i hook ur leg
ref starts to come to
he sees me pinning u
i realize it all too late and feel my balls slip up into my stomach "no!" i was so close! i won! goddamnit! i feel you slip around and i go flying in a suplex so hard i cant even respond. i feel the pin 1...2....i get my head up at 2 3/4 but only just. the ref has no idea what happened. im limp on the ground staring at the ceiling and writhing in p
ain as i cant feel my anything anymore. "no, fuck..." yt
i slap the mat in frustration. i get up. fuckin sweating and breathing heavy. i grab hold of ur ankles and pull u to center. i lean forward. 'let me show u how it's done. i spread ur legs and step through and plant my boot on the outside of ur hip. i cross ur knees across mine lifting u up and twist and spin u to ur abs and sit down on ur ass. putting YOU in YOUR own signature move
YELLING 'GIVE IT UP!!!!"" LET ME HEAR IT!!!! yt
i feel it coming and have my hands up praying "no dont! not again! dont do it!" i cant move the low blow has completely ruined me. "noooo!" i flip over and the pain is so immediate i want out so fast. "stop! stop! please! stop it! not my own move! i hate this! please!" turning into a muscly pretzel so fast ready to die. yt
cocky grin is back as i pull up on ur knee. putting on even more pressure. leaning my head back. veins popping from the side of my neck. GIVE IT UP!!!! ASK HIM REF!! ASK HIM!!! GRRRRRR... yt
my balls are still killing me as i feel every vertebrae crack and snap and my knees start to slip out of place. "FUCK OKAY YOU WIN!" i start tapping with one hand. i feel you pull harder. both hands! tap tap tap! yt
GGGRRRRRRRR.. still yanking back and pulling up on ur knee. ref frantically tapping at my shoulder. GGGGGRRRR. i keep u in the hold. yt
tapping both hands louder "aaaaaah i quit! what do you want? let me go!" red face beating and veins popping yt
i release the hold. standing next to you. breathing heavy... ref raises my arm. i pull it away. looking down at u with a cocky grin. running my fingers through my hair with my left hand as i massage my left pec with my right hand. yt
still breathing heavily like a panting dog as my eyes are clothes and my squashed body is stuck to the canvas, legs still crossed. my hands are still lightly tapping the mat, like a phantom pain in my legs and balls. "im..." i whisper... "im your bitch" i mutter before fainting at the sight of you with my belt. yt
errr /scene :D