The other day I reconnected with an old wrestling buddy of mine; we hadn’t talked in a while. It was one of those weird things; I had literally just been thinking about him the night before, remembering our first match together, in a hotel in Manhattan about ten years or so ago. It was an incredibly hot experience; our styles of pro wrestling and physicality meshed perfectly, and of course, he had an incredible body that still stirs my dick today just by thinking about him, remembering the hair on his thickly muscled pecs, the meaty muscled arms, the legs and how they felt around my head and body, squeezing; the smell of his hairy armpits, the taste of his sweat. We’ve gotten together and wrestled numerous times since that first encounter; business bringing me to New York with great frequency. Alas, that frequency no longer occurs and I haven’t been to New York in a couple of years, but we still continue to communicate and talk shit to each other and trade pictures. Our fantasy has always been to meet in a ring somewhere so we can experience the match we’ve always wanted together. I wrote about him in a short story, whose title I cannot recall at the moment.
Anyway, he was telling me about a wrestler he’d met and has wrestled a few times, who reminded him of me; but in order to see what this guy looked like I had to register on a wrestling contact site. I’ve kept my Globalfight profile active despite not being very active on there; in the rush of everything else that’d been going on I forget to even go there and check the messages–there are always a few at the very least, many of which are hey I’m coming to New Orleans and would love to wrestle you and are just as likely weeks, if not months old; this makes me feel guilty and that makes me stay away from the site even longer. But reconnecting with my buddy, along with some other things in my life that have been going on have made me want to start wrestling again; put on the gear and face off against someone again. So, I thought, why not? So I registered and created a new profile; looked at this new guy’s pictures and was more than a little surprised to see the physical and physiological similarities between us, which also kind of inspired me to want to wrestle him. But with this new profile, this new registration, this new website membership came the need to create an actual profile; to add pictures and likes and wants and desires. So I did so, and walked away from the website, diving back into my writing and the other day-to-day business of being.
BGEast had a live show the other week, as a fundraiser for the Pride Center in Fort Lauderdale; the Boss invited me to come and I had really wanted to, but of course things in my personal life intervened and I wasn’t able to get away. But as pictures of the event, from the event, and of the wrestlers hanging out at the south compound of the company in Florida began showing up on line I felt a pang; I missed it. I miss the camaraderie of a weekend taping with the guys; I miss the Boss and the rest of the company employees, who were always so much fun to hang around with; I miss the feeling of camaraderie with the other wrestlers. I miss the interesting dichotomy of in front of the camera personas as opposed to the real life person. Some of the guys from this new generation of BGEast wrestlers have messaged me, talked to me, indicated an interest in getting in the ring with me. I always thought they were simply being kind, flattering someone from a previous generation of the company. But as I looked at the pictures from that week in south Florida, and saw some of the guys from previous generations, I remember how thrilled I was to meet the guys I’d watched on tape, been aroused by, followed as a fan; what it felt like to meet them in the flesh and wrestle them in real life rather than in my fantasies. Maybe they aren’t simply being kind and flattering; perhaps they actually want to get in the ring with me. And there are guys from the past that I haven’t wrestled yet, that I still desire a match with; there are guys I’ve been talking to on Globalfight for years that I want to fight, and I don’t like the idea that those matches will never happen.
I ain’t dead yet.
It was also a pleasant surprise to go back to the new website and see that I’d been buried in messages, that my profile has been viewed over five hundred times. That can, of course, be partly attributed to being a new profile; but some of the messages were from guys who were like I once was; guys who watched BGEast and had enjoyed my matches, were fans, which was a pleasant surprise. I’d forgotten Cage Thunder had fans; had never really taken the very concept of a fan base very seriously; I am just me, after all, and I am no Mitch Colby, no Josh Goodman, no Kid Leopard. And yet those messages were there.
And I’ve missed wrestling. It’s always been such a key component of myself, of who I am.
So, while I don’t travel hardly at all anymore and i have very little free time to indulge, I am going to come out of this strange semi-retirement and get back into it again. I am rusty, of course, but…yeah. It feels good to make this decision, and while I am older, I am also more mature and more wise.
So, here we go.