Go for it.

I once randomly speared my friend. He thought it was awesome.

Never did.

I've got 5 acres, so my backyard is pretty big. Lots of space for Otis Redding to run around.

:sigh: Backyard wrestling stories.

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Backyard? Hmm... I once tried F-5ing someone, but my knee buckled, so I pretty much called an audible and did the F-U, except dropping the guy on his neck really hard. He returned the favor by locking me in the Crippler Crossface until I screamed like a girl and tapped out.

Not backyard, but I "speared" my best friend really hard in my phys-ed class in my last day of school (Senior year) and it got quite a nice pop.

Oh, man. The stories.

-I nearly had my neck broken on the metal ring of a trampoline after a 250 kid put me in a powerbomb. I was twelve years old at the time, and weighed maybe 100.
-I once missed a flying dropkick and went sailing off the same trampoline.
-I once made someone tap out with a Boston Crab....probably because I was doing it wrong.

I am TheGreatWhiteChoate

My best friend (who is now a wrestler) and I started "wrestling" in our dorm after watching Royal Rumble a few years back. We had pizza boxes and two liter bottles to use as weapons. We got a huge pop when we were done, and even had a rematch that didn't work out as well.

I fuck around with my friends all the time and don't think much of it, but there was one time my friend Bill nearly killed me with a T-Bone Tazplex. Dropped me right on my head on the bar of the trampoline. My roommate Evan also got a pretty nice gash on his chin hitting the bar of the trampoline doing a Phoenix Splash.

I once did a fisherman's suplex on my friend on the upper-top of his counch onto his hardwood floor. ...He didn't move for a few minutes.

I felt bad about it at first, but now he's a douche bag now, so I'm OK with it.

I'm goin to work, but I'll have something good when I get home tonight, or tomorrow afternoon. I'm ashamedly proud of the stupid shit we did.

Well, I believe all of our stupid ass wrestling stuff started freshmen year of high school. It started innocently enough. We would just kind of wrestle on my living room floor at my parents house, usually in a psedo-shoot kind of fashion. No one was tapping to a crossface or anything, but if you were unlucky enough to get in a boston crab, you were pretty fucked, and if anyone hit a stunner, it was like an unwritten rule you had to sell it for the finish. Anyway, one day we got the idea to put on a super-card, and we went ahead and prepped the living room. A chair in each corner of the room, and we laid every mattress in the house down on the floor. I think we had about 5 matches, and of course I got to headline, cause it is my house. Thus, the GLWF (Geist Living Room Wrestling Federation) was born...and lasted one show I think. I believe my name was something stupid like Nightmare (oh it gets worse in the future) and my opponent was Yellow Jacket. It was a stupid garbage match in which we destoyed every baking pan, box, sticklike object, etc. in the house. Even had a ladder...in the living room.

Anyway, the 2 most notable moments of the "show" were during the first ever Regional Title (our IC Title) match in which the finish came when Big Wick managed to somehow slip a boston crab onto Demon. He wrenched that motherfucker so deep Demon's feet damn near touched his head, and he had no choice but to tap out. The other moment was during the same match, when Demon whipped Big Wick off the "ropes" (by ropes I mean...acrossed the mattresses into nothing, from which he bounced back) and then gave him a powerslam...directly into the ceiling fan. The light fixture shattered, and the match was put on hold.

Well, we did what any group of high school wrestling fans would do. Cleaned it up, went to walmart, reached into a ceiling fan box, and jacked the closest thing that looked like that fixture. My parents never found out...I think, and all was well.

Of course, we made the mistake of thinking this tape of GLWF Living Room Massacre was something cool, so we would actually take it to partys and show it to people. Now keep in mind, it is like 8 high school guys, rolling around on mattresses in a living room, grunting alot, with some random CD playing in the background. And we wanted to show this to people. Needless to say, it came off as a pretty poorly produced gay porn, and we were shunned....

Then one day we heard it...'If you build it...they will come'

...to be continued

(give me feedback on these lame stories so I have a chance to relish in my past retardations...thanks. The stories only get better)

That's classic stuff right there. If we had a classic quote thread at DWB, this would be a lock.

What a surprise, WMD gushing over a quote that includes the words "gay porn"