freyja__:
that may be true in some cases. but i now officially also have a place to beat people in a controlled environment and it's not exactly the same feeling.

in fact, they're quite opposite. like valium and cocaine.
vampirate:
I dunno, man, weight cutting has a long and glorious history. Believe it or not, I managed to wrestle at 120 lbs in high school. Hooray for weighing in after practice the day before the match!
vampirate:
I actually didn't have to cut that much to make 120. I naturally sweat an awful lot, and just a regular practice would lose me at least enough to make weight without any extra effort. In fact, for a while I had to wrestle up, because I could beat the guy at 125, but not the guy at 120.

And really, when EVERYONE is sweating out body weight before weigh-in, competing at you walking weight is silly. It's like being the only guy at a soccer match to show up without cleats.

To succinctly answer your second question (*see footnote), drugs.

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* Also, to split an infinitive.
dunx:
Yeah, it all sucks. But everybody else is doing it, so you got to if you wanna actually compete sometimes.

Junior year, I wrestled 103. FUCKING 103LBS. I haven't grown since. That was fun, let me tell ya.
derceto:
it would have sucked even more if it had been matt hughs that you had to fight surreal
toothpick:
I will, thanks.
misterusername:
Dude, you just gotta start cutting weight. It's part of the sport! Anyhow, you should have beat that fucker anyhow. Your triangle is pretty fucking unstoppable... or maybe I'm just retarded. EL SUICIDO LOCO

I don't think Christian is afraid of anyone. ARRR!!!
lucky7:
ARRR!!! AAARRRGGGHHH hello!

...seen any hot firemen lately? I sure do miss NYC pizza frown
retroactivwe:
"...it's pretty reassuring when the person you chose as a teacher is capable of administering that kind of a beat down."

The same logic holds true for girlfriends.
hollygolightly:
i didnt read any of that tongue

hope you are well dude

xox
mistersatan:
You can be the special "guest" gladiator "Fudge".
vampirate:
Yeah, thanks. I had a birthday.
judypatricia:
When are you going out to San Francisco? I'm going to be out there (hopefully getting plane tickets this week) Thursday, the 18th to Monday, the 22nd.
doineanta:
Well, I do believe you said "if my respect were money, seeing this through to the end would make you rich beyond your wildest dreams."

Pay up bitch. biggrin
maxwild:
whatever dude. that spaceship was the shit.

p.s. i watched a few minutes of our shoot last night. the dancing is, by far, the funniest part. i need to re-shoot my promo shots (turns) while i'm not stoned. it's pretty obvious.
verandi:
you need to update, sir. tell them all about your crushing defeat in our game of war.

kidding! i'm kidding. sort of.
desidia:
indeed.
judypatricia:
We need to do something out there, aside from Prom and all related events, deal? And while you know I'd have loved to show up that night on your arm, I definitely need someone who'll slut it up with me in a hotel room afterward.

And hey, you could have asked me!
wren:
It's completely amazing how much of a difference that little bit of poundage can make. eeek
broadwaybee:
He'd be a lot gayer for you if you updated more than once a friggin' month.

I'm not afraid to punch you in your sleep. Be warned.

Friday.
toothpick:
He was on a bike, so i just shoved his hand away. He kept riding, but took a moment to look back at me all pissed off. It was kind of funny.
lemonkid:
My ancient limbs were buoyed only by the most ancient of Scotches.

I may be in NYC the last weekend of the month.. I'll keep you posted.
haden:
i had an awesome time. except for the drunks shouting out what to do. "give him a right! kick him!!"...okay, every time a drunk yells, i want to have a ring set up in an out of the way spot so they can SHOW everyone what they mean
misterusername:
Time for a new entry... that also contains nothing but fighting.
verandi: