|
|
Post by Random Hero Est. 2003 on Apr 8, 2020 20:59:39 GMT -5
No crap? I ate dinner with Jay and Cary Silkin last year before G1 Supercard. What was your gimmick name? I don’t remember. It was just some generic thing I used for the match. I quit before I had a few matches. Yeah jay is a super cool dude. I trained with AJ Lee too. Well she was in my class That's wild. Very cool. |
|
|
|
Post by rowdy1971 on Apr 13, 2020 15:13:52 GMT -5
I've done it for 17 years and I'm still doing it. I do pretty decent for the Chicago area where there are more feds than you can count. Seems like every year when the tax money comes in you have a few feds that pop up and then leave after one show. So you wanna be a wrestler? First off, I hope you are prepared to "fight" in front of a crowd with less than 10 people in it, and that's including the promotors family that is helping with concessions and ticket taking etc. I hope you're ready to lose money. You'll spend money on training but you'll also spend money on gear, and for the love of god stop with the gym shoes and hot topic knockoff shiny pants, transportation, food, buying your own gimmicks to sell, etc. I hope you're ready for a lot of people to hate you. I've been in so many locker rooms with wrestling and acting that if you are new, people will pat you on the back just so they know where to stick the knife in. Vets, rookies, promotors, will lie to you. Steal from you. And everything else you can imagine. I hope you're ready not to achieve your dream. Sure you want to be the youngest WWE champion ever, lol, good luck. Because there are thousands of other "wrestlers" that have been doing it longer, better, than you ever will or can that will never, ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever come close to ever being in the "big leagues". And yes. There is the word NEVER in wrestling. Be prepared to get kicked in the face, dropped on your head, lose a tooth, break your leg, dislocate your knee, split your head open, lose your girlfriend or boyfriend, break your neck, have your ear ripped in half, even have your nipple torn off, get concussed, get in a severe car accident on the way to the show, don't get paid, get a hot dog and a coke for payment, pay to be on a show, get beat on by "fans", and about another 30 or 40 things because last year I know workers who had all listed happen to them. I could go on and on and on.
But the most thing? IF you are lucky enough to be on any show. Just remember. Keep your mouth shut, your eyes and ears open, and have the most fun you can possibly think you can have. Because that feeling when you go through the curtain when they play your music, holy balls, if I could bottle that? Damn.
Also, stay in school. Because I can introduce you to a couple of dozen mid twenty year olds who swore they were gonna MAKE IT who have been hurt so bad that they no longer wrestle and can't get a job any better than an Uber driver.
|
|
|
|
Post by Valbroski on Apr 13, 2020 15:36:24 GMT -5
rowdy1971 You could of just started with “lose a nipple” and that would of been enough to convince me to never even stand near a wrestling ring.
|
|
|
|
Post by rowdy1971 on Apr 13, 2020 15:39:29 GMT -5
rowdy1971 You could of just started with “lose a nipple” and that would of been enough to convince me to never even stand near a wrestling ring. Ha!!! It's a true story. Let's just say that this one fed, they didn't use gimmicked barbed wire! |
|
|
|
Post by Valbroski on Apr 13, 2020 15:46:01 GMT -5
rowdy1971 You could of just started with “lose a nipple” and that would of been enough to convince me to never even stand near a wrestling ring. Ha!!! It's a true story. Let's just say that this one fed, they didn't use gimmicked barbed wire! I’d put that up there next to RVD nearly losing an eyelid in an ECW match in top times I’ve squirmed from a wrestling story. My buddy is really into the death match genre of wrestling and I know those guys must be wrestling for peanuts, so I give them a crap ton of credit. |
|
|
|
Post by greenjack1992 on Apr 13, 2020 15:53:14 GMT -5
I did some training in autumn of 2018 but gave up on all my hobbies when my dad got cancer (my wife was also preggers with our second son!).
Honestly, if I were to pick it back up, I'd just love to get booked for even just one match by one of the local promotions here in the North West. I'm a drama teacher by trade, and had been workshopping a character called St Jimmy (named after the Green Day song) who was supposed to be the walking embodiment of manic depression. He was a split personality, either comedy or tragedy, and you wouldn't know which version of him you were going to get until his music hit - if you got comedy, he would wrestle like a babyface and wear bright colours, and be obnoxiously and creepily nice - if you got tragedy, it was creepy facepaint and absolute brutality. The over-arching psychology of the character was that he doesn't feel, and wants desperately to experience some kind of catharsis, and he tries to find it in being a good guy and if that doesn't work he tries to find it in his absolute darkest and most perverse desires. Ultimately it's never enough so he keeps having to find more and more ways to punish people. I was going to get my friend (who owns a little film studio) to produce short films and vignettes of me messing with my oponent psychologically, using some of my acting students as cast - brainwashing their 'child' or 'wife' to join me, only to come to their senses and turn on me in the finish of the match.
Then, of course, during the year I was away from training Bray Wyatt came out with the Friend or Fiend / Heal or Hurt gimmick and any attempt I ever make to bring St Jimmy to an audience will just look like a cheap rip-off. C'est la vie.
|
|
|
|
Post by The American Daydream on Apr 15, 2020 19:57:57 GMT -5
I've wanted to try it since I was 5 years old. Still never been in a wrestling ring and the closest school around here is Black & Brave. I've been saving up to purchase a slot in an upcoming class but I'm only getting older lol. I feel like being 26 now is just going to hold me back but at the same time you probably couldnt have taught me much before as I was very stubborn as a youth. Still healthy and physically able to throw myself around.
Sometimes I really just want to move to Canada bc the entire way it's perceived there is different than the US. Seems like a bigger deal over there as its taken more seriously imo. However, idk anyone there. So I psyche myself out.
|
|
|
|
Post by ~*Young $ Money*~ on Apr 15, 2020 20:11:29 GMT -5
I did some training in autumn of 2018 but gave up on all my hobbies when my dad got cancer (my wife was also preggers with our second son!). Honestly, if I were to pick it back up, I'd just love to get booked for even just one match by one of the local promotions here in the North West. I'm a drama teacher by trade, and had been workshopping a character called St Jimmy (named after the Green Day song) who was supposed to be the walking embodiment of manic depression. He was a split personality, either comedy or tragedy, and you wouldn't know which version of him you were going to get until his music hit - if you got comedy, he would wrestle like a babyface and wear bright colours, and be obnoxiously and creepily nice - if you got tragedy, it was creepy facepaint and absolute brutality. The over-arching psychology of the character was that he doesn't feel, and wants desperately to experience some kind of catharsis, and he tries to find it in being a good guy and if that doesn't work he tries to find it in his absolute darkest and most perverse desires. Ultimately it's never enough so he keeps having to find more and more ways to punish people. I was going to get my friend (who owns a little film studio) to produce short films and vignettes of me messing with my oponent psychologically, using some of my acting students as cast - brainwashing their 'child' or 'wife' to join me, only to come to their senses and turn on me in the finish of the match. Then, of course, during the year I was away from training Bray Wyatt came out with the Friend or Fiend / Heal or Hurt gimmick and any attempt I ever make to bring St Jimmy to an audience will just look like a cheap rip-off. C'est la vie. Funny your gimmick ended up being like the Fiends. When I was training they started saying I looking like Jim Morrison and they would call me Morrison. Well John Debuted the gimmick and the next week in training we all laughed how he “stole” what was supposed to be my gimmick |
|
