I've trained for three days to be a professional wrestler, and finally live that dream. It's not something I'd exactly owned up to for years, but I would engage in backyard brawls with friends, even going so far as to have entrance music, cut promos, etc.
Now, it's finally a reality, and I'm apparently pretty good at it. I was so scared that I was going to be the worst, that I was going to fail miserably, and that my trainer was going to hate me. That turned out not to be the case. While I do need to work myself up to 100 hindu squats, 50 sit-ups, 50 push-ups, and 90 second neck bridges, I'm really getting there.
I can take bumps (read: fall down) effectively in the ring, hit ropes, get thrown into turnbuckles (corner of the ring), take hip tosses, and do some chain wrestling.
I'm gaining connections for bookings in the future, and have been told that as a female, I'm a rare commodity and can be looking at $100 a match, easy, in the indies. I've not really started developing my gimmick yet in training, but I have an idea of what I want to do. I've also been looking into theme music. I was thinking "The Right Stuff" by Monster Magnet could be fun, and hold a wrestling crowd's attention and approval:
Because, you know, there's no copyright problems in the indies. Which is killer.
I've learned so much about how the business works, what goes into putting matches together, and all of that...I can honestly say that I've learned more about wrestling in the past three days than I'd learned in my whole life previously.
To say I'm rejoicing could be an understatement. I was depressed for months and had no idea what I was going to be doing with my life, but now I've finally got an opportunity to actually live a dream. This is an absolute blessing.
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