Check out my latest video of me squeezing the life out of Superhero_wrestler from this past Thursday , March 8th:
He and I have known each other for several years.... we just don't have the time to meet up like we used to!
I battle depression. Most days I am fine and live a normal life. Other times not so much. Recently I was marked as a no show, and its true. I own it, and while I did contact the person it was two days later. As I was embarassed by this. I tried to explain. He wouldn't hear it. I have been wrestling for 8 years, traveled to Canada, Michigan, and Ky. For matches. I feel one mistake shouldn't define a person. If it hurts my chances at matches in future. So be it, but I will continue to battle and wrestle.
Longer version (hope it's not too boring :) ) of the basic profile text; as it is good to keep that to maybe 2/3 a screen; yet have lots to say for the few who want more info about a guy. Guess there is no way to keep it from appearing in that master blog-entry list. Having an extended "profile" might better keep this up with current action / changes.
At the topside is: Have an interest in learning all the fighting sports; thus WORKOUT PARTNERS, COACHING WANTED. Participation in events dependent on find ride to/from them and sharing motel/hotel (will pay for gas & tolls) NOTE: OFTEN CAN HOST ON VERY SHORT NOTICE. Mats are cleaned each morning and after each encounter. Often can be ready for action in less time than for you to travel from downtown DC to my place in Arlington
I will take on most anyone who is reasonably fit, clean, safe, friendly – and wants to train or compete. Have matroom (pics of it in gallery). Come warm weather, join me in the back yard, where we can really move around doing more aggressive foot/leg work and judo action
Any/all interests not listed below are open for discussion.. Am competitive at submission style but am able to wrestle at beginner level too and show newbies the ropes”. Will be improving at ALL fight styles, Intensity adaptable, always safe. Will mentor/work with new(er) guys.
The entire Blog has info about my wants, training, and what I can offer. The recommendations have the rest of the story. Usually can host, sometimes multi day. Right now have 50 past opponents, putting me inside the top three percent of the members of the site. When it comes to recommendations, more than 90 percent of my opponents on the site filed reports – compare that percentage with other guys having a significant number of opponents.
Getting toughening-up mentoring from RadnerBearman - -and I am l mentoring Scrimmagejock, BoxerVA, and Just_Dan in submission wrestling/grappling– You next? NYJohn247 is–my newest.
Fighting-sport WORKOUT PARTNERS WANTED (group & 1 on 1) . Let's train regularly together – and with a variety of builds/tactics – and have fun doing it. Of necessity, want local guys for regulars – But visitors to the area are most welcome to work out with me as in TAKE ME ON and find out for yourself a man my age can still kick ass, as several twenty somethings from here and other sites found out around the time of my big 75.
Without sounding too self aggrandizing, let me make things clear. I am reasonably skilled; I am strong; I am tough; I can handle most everything guys throw at me, and can pitch it right back; as am stronger now than ever in my life. So let's discuss some rough action while we are at it. Also I can do things light and be one of the friendliest and caring guys this side of heaven.
Don't let that I am married to a guy I've been with 40 years get you uptight (1) We have our own separate scenes (2) It's an open relationship (3) I'm polyamorous. And don't let my age scare you off. I do not make age an issue of wrestling/grappling. I never exploit my opponent's youth and inexperience [Like hell I don't. :)[ Playwise, I tend to be top in everything except that I'm a power bottom–the old "kiss me like you love me; f*** me like you you hate me" deep 'n' hard.]
Been told my grip is like a vise and can even hold tight in oil wrestling. Also been told that I probably can take any local member's gutpunch without folding. By the way---If you think anything in my profile (or blog entries) is bullsh*t, you are welcome to visit, test me out, and see what I say is gospel truth.
One thing I find very lacking locally is that men go home right after the wrestling is over. It would really be great to do some conversation, going out for something to eat, just hanging around, group activities---i.e., a sense of community. Probably not having a local wrestling club is a contributing factor to this shortfall. Let's change that; and be a community.
BTW. If I say I am willing / want to meet you on the mats, I mean it. If you say likewise, I expect your to mean it – otherwise don't say it! I'm not here to play games or bullsh*t around – there are other sites around for that kind of crap. This site's name embodies my reason for being here.
When I tell someone I want to meet up with him now or the next time he is available locally, I mean it. I am not into bullsh*tting guys with games or an endless streams of "next time I can," which literally can go on for years. I expect the same – no bull sh*tting. If you want to and intend to meet up when the opportunity arises, say so. It you really have no desire or intention to do so, don't say you are going to meet me in the first place.
Amazes me when guys 10,000 miles away (or even 10 miles), on the site for years, with no or few past opponents, give me (and other site members) a song and dance about how much they want to and intend to meet up – saying it time after time, year after year – be it in DC/MD/VA area, Texas, or India.
I think most the genuine wrestlers/grapplers/and similar folks here share my feelings on the subject. My goal is the very name of this site. If you are on my favorites list, consider it a standing invite.
Alec has been quite concerned about his friend Bob's state of mind lately. He knocks on the door, "Bob, open the door. Let me in.." There's no response after several minutes but Alec isn't leaving. He knows that Bob's home. At last the door opens. "Alec. What's up." "You didn't show up last night. You said you'd be over. And I know you've been missing a lot of work lately. Talk to me. Let me in." Bob looks at Alec and thinks -same old same old.
"Look at you...big man...the 'Helper'." Bob returns to his chair. Alec stands in front of him. As usual Bob isn't feeling too sociable, "You want to know what you can do? You can leave me the fuck alone." Alec looks at his friend. It's difficult to say the 'right' thing when all that Bob can see is what's wrong. Like many, Alec has visited the dark place. He knows the tunnel vision that can develop when all possibilities seem impossible - the negative leaving no room for the positive. "Bob, I want you to talk to me."
"Get out! There...you happy? I talked. Get out!" But Alec isn't moving. He remains standing and tells Bob, "Get up. If you want me out then get up and put me out." Bob's the taller of the two men but knows Alec to be much stronger and more highly skilled in a fight. "I'm not going to fight you, Alec." "You will fight me. I'm standing right here. What are you going to do?"
With surprise being his only advantage, Bob throws himself at the shorter man. He takes Alec to the floor. Sitting astride of Alec, Bob throws a left and a right at Alec's face. But Alec grabs both of Bob's fists. Struggling in Alec's vice-like grip, Bob grunts, "Why are you really here? What do you really want? What am I to you?" Alec yells back, "This isn't about you! What kind of man would I be if I turned my back on you? That's not who I am. If I could not fight, I believe you would fight for me." Bob slips free and grabs Alec from behind, throwing the stout little man backwards. Just before a foot is planted in his stomach, Alec grabs Bob's leg and twists him down into a single leg Boston crab. "Admit that you would fight for me! I know you would!" "AAAARRGGGHHHH LET GO!"
Alec releases the hold only to find himself caught in a scissor hold locked tight onto his belly. Bob goes for an armbar but can't hold on to Alec's left arm. Alec's thickly muscled torso resists the pressure of the leg scissors. Both men get to their feet. Bob wraps up his opponent in a bearhug and tries dragging him toward the door. "I told you I'm not leaving!" Alec gets his own arms locked on to Bob in a bearhug battle. The 235 lb Alec quickly takes control. Bob struggles to escape from his adversary's hold. But soon it becomes clear that isn't going to happen. "Okay, okay, let go...we'll talk." And just as the bearhug is released Bob punches Alec with a right to the face and follows with a couple of left hooks to the ribs.
Then Alec gets trapped in a full nelson. But lifting weights for 30 years comes in handy as Alec powers out of the hold. Alec turns and bodyslams Bob on to the floor. Before he can regain his breath and move, Alec covers Bob in a schoolboy pin. "I won't let you up until you agree to talk to me." "Talk, talk, fucking talk... what for? What does it change?" "It changes nothing. But if I can understand you, I can help you see from my point of view. And maybe then we can see a way to find what you need." Alec pulls his friend up onto his feet. And as they hold each other, they begin to talk.
Sometimes there's too much going on to enjoy the moment. I like a relaxed setting. It's agitating watching people race around accomplishing absolutely nothing. I'm not much of a dreamer. I'm a realist. Though, what some say isn't realistic, I tend to make happen. Just who I am by nature, making the impossible, possible. I just refuse to accept the word NO when I comes to something I really desire to have.
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Age Is Not Just A Number!
At 58, I still surprise myself at how well I can move. I thought my days as the Cat were over. And yet, on those days when I'm on it feels like the Cat never never left.
But the Cat is just an outside manifestation of my warrior inside. And my Warrior is always active... mostly battling those internal issues that would rather I crawl up into a ball and die. Some days, that's exactly what I feel like doing...but my Warrior will not allow me to give in.
So now, there's is a balance in my life when it comes to how I express the Cat...but my Warrior is always ready to do battle...
Every sport and competition has that special moment. That one play. That one move. That one second where the momentum shifts. One sees victory getting one step closer, while the other one faces an inevitable defeat. Though all sports have that moment; no sport can rival that feeling more than wrestling. In every competitive match that is always that one. Precise. Moment.
Nothing is hotter than being in a tough competitive match where both competitors are giving their all to take the other man down. And then it happens. That move. The one move that makes a statement. One man senses the win is close. And the other man frantically knows in his head, he’s not coming out on top. For me, that’s the reason I’m attracted to wrestling. There’s a primal aspect that takes over in match. The need to win. The desire to outwrestle. Or sometimes out think. Out strategize. The mental side of wrestling sometimes over powers the physical aspects of the sport. And that is moment that intrigues me the most.
I’ve been in many a match where two even opponents are mixing it up and giving each other the challenge they hoped for. But at some point, there’s a shift that comes from one hold that showed a sign of dominance so strong that it gets in the other man’s head. I love that feel of slapping on a tough hold and looking in to my opponent’s eyes to see that look of self-doubt. Regardless of what had happened before in the match, that hold and the look tells the story. He knows I’ve got the goods to finish him off. And he senses that his body isn’t capable of stopping the inevitable. It’s a powerful moment in the match that I crave. It drives me to make more aggressive moves that give me the upper hand. Other moves somehow feel better once I get “that look”. That simple look, in that precise moment tells me I’ve gotten in my opponent’s head. The win is mine.
I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’ve been on the receiving end where an opponent makes a pivotal move that has him seeing a victory coming soon in his hear future. That look of confidence matches the security that he now puts into every move that charts his course to make me tap. That moment when he realizes that he’s got this. Being Italian, I’m cursed with an overly expressive face and body. I can’t hide my thoughts. My eyes tell the story, along with my hands. I know that part of his confidence stems from the look of surprise etched across my face. As much as try to not let my eyes show defeat – I know they do.
As much as I want the more powerful, skilled (and better built) guy to win, occasionally the special moment in the match comes more from a place of frustration. That despite tossing out all your best holds, you’ve somehow not been able to get the control you feel you deserve in that. Your opponent’s untraditional style or quickness has you perplexed. Nothing is working. Your mind races for a solution, but he’s busy keeping you on your toes and off your game. Will frustration lead to a mistake? Or will it cause you dig deeper to crack the code? How do you get to that. Precise. Moment. In a match like this?
I sense another blog topic coming out of that question. But in the meantime, thing about your own matches. Have you experienced the rush of finding that move that gets inside your opponent’s head? Have you been the guy that was on the receiving end of being out-smarted? Don’t be shy…add your thoughts.