My Wrestling Fandom Pt2

Intro

Ok guys, I have been wanting to write this for some time, as someone who loves doing wrestling reviews, with added humour, In the early part of this year, I considered telling stories from my youth, so, well, I did just that, the piece was called. My Wrestling  Fandom. I had a great time writing it, so, I decided to turn it into a series, so I pressent to you, my loyal readers with this, the thing we all came here for. Some hardcore stupidity from my teen years.

Steve Blackman Was The Man

When I was eight years old, my mum enrolled me into Karate lessons, because at that age, I watched The Karate Kid for the first time, and wanted to learn the crane kick. Five years go by, and i'm still taking Karate lessons, and as you guessed, my obsession with wrestling had got to the point that my mum, had to ban me from buying the PPV's, when they came out on vhs. So imagine my suprise, when I saw a legit badass, that wielded nunchucks. It was like, my god, this man is a badass, and I was right. I loved this man. I've heard the stories, that have come out over the years. When I was around 13 years, I was in my families field, and I came across a tool that that looked nunchucks, even though my dad had told, PATRICK DON'T PLAY WITH THESE. EVER, my brain didn't register this at all, because all I was thinking about, was becoming my Martial/wrestling hero. Steve Blackman. So I spent time practising, so I could get this down to a tee, that was until one fateful Summers afternoon, things went south. I was practising away thinking, my god i've mastered the art of nunballchucku. My Dad called me over, asking where his weapon of mass toolery was. I lied, and told him. I don't know, that was until I had finished. I was so pleased, I messed up my hands, and the tool hit me square in the balls. I screamed so loud, that they could hear me in Aylesbury. My Dad had that look, that all parents get, when their kids do some seriously dumb s***, I mean, yeah he was pissed, and I was grounded for a long ass time, but It was worth it, to act like my hero, a bad, wrestling version of. Stars In Their Eyes, and don't worry everything still works, thank god.

Sky Digital ( oh the arguments )

When I was twelve years. I had started the UK equilevant to High School, which for me was a tab differant, because I went to a special needs school, but I did have a core group of friends, and at this age, all anyone thinks about, is hanging. My friend Tim at the time had ordered the WWE Rebellion, this was going to be a big hang out, and everyone was invited, only one thing, I couldn't go, and I really wanted to. I asked my mum, and she said, no, you can't go, and I said why, she said Patrick your asking for money for snacks, and we just don't have that type of money, even they had just shifted money on my brothers guitar equipment, so one monday afternoon after, we had one almighty row, and things got said, my brother at this time, was a complete unapologetic s*** stirrer, and made things worse, and wound me3 up even further, and even more things got said, between me and my mum, this led to me to saying the unthinkable, you think of him, more than me, my dad had just come home at this point, and he was starving, but even though at the time I felt no guilt over what I had said, I felt more guilt because, when your a kid, the worst thing you can do, is ruin your tea, so after I pissed off my mum, I ate two Mars Bars, a bag of Watsits, ( the UK version of Cheetos ) and a can of coke, I was stuffed, and my dad, who had worked all day was starving, and wanted one of these treats, and at this point my dad shouted. WHO'S EATEN THE LAST OF THE WATSITS, and my mum was like, he's in their. My Dad was like, i'm done with this kid, you deal with him. And my mum was like. Ok, here I go again. Sorry mum I have to mention this story, because it's kind of priceless. Right that reminds me, put Watsits on my weekly shopping list. I did get see Insurrextion 2000 mind you, even though that was seven months later, it's like that Spongebob meme, except it's not a few hours later. it was seven f****** months later. We didn't we just pay for Sky, then I wouldn't have had to rely on, dodgy Videotapes from a mate of mine at school.

Vhs tapes

The year 2001, was when my younger days, peaked as a wrestling fan. My favourite PPV at this time was The Royal Rumble, an event that had solid matches, and highly problematic moments, over here in the UK it was given an 18 certificate by the bbfc, who ruin films for everyone over here in my country. My family were on holiday in Hayling Island, so one Wednesday evening we took a fateful trip to an Asda, that is located in Havant, which is a twenty minute drive on the out skirts of the island, we arrived at the store, and my mum told me, that we couldn't afford big treats, cds, Videos, or, dvds, bear in mind that I was only 14, and I had to pittiful jobs for my Dad, so I was only making about $3.50 per job, ( I know Right ) my brother went off to the clothes department, and I went to the cd, videotape, and, dvd section, and this to a young teenager was like walking into an all you could buy Buffet, If you were a rich brat, because I could never afford anything, so you could Imagine my joy, when I saw a copy of. WWF Royal Rumble 2000 on vhs, I was so excited, to the point that when my mum came to get me to go home, I asked can I have this video, she took one look at the cover, and recoiled in horror, when she saw a naked Terri Runnels on the cover, and the she saw the certificate, and she uttered those words that every child of any age dreads. PUT IT BACK, so I did just that, but I noticed something on the way back to the trolley, there was a Comono shirt right next to the fruit and veg, so I asked her what's going on, and she said that she got this for my brother, this pissed me off, we argued over this for days, to the point that my dad was like, just buy him the tape, because it would shut him up, but my mum held firm, and said no, means no. It was about a day later, that I realised, we were out visiting other family members, and my brother wore this fashion statement, and I realised that I had a lucky escape, because my dad introduced to gambling and I won big, a hole $15.00, so I could buy the Videotape that I wanted, my mum was pissed, and I told her, oh relax mum, it could be worse, at least i'm not the guy walking down the road in a f****** Comono shirt, because he looked, well, awful. We went home, and I got verbally abliserated, for buying the tape, but it was well worth, I mean that I quit match, was quality.