Watching the Wrestling.
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It takes me back to when we found the old boxing ring in the basement of the bingo hall and Gerry said we could use it fi we cleared up the basement. I don't think he knew quite what he had gotten into.
Originally there were just three of us and to put on a show we had to put on different costumes, different masks and different styles so we could have more than one match.
After a little while a few more people got involved and it was no long a problem. It was the BWF.
People from school used to come. Initially they just wanted to make fun but we had such a good time her that changed. Obviously we made mistakes and they were celebrated and we were constantly reminded of them. We had matches though and we got better and more and more people started to come and watch. And girls.
We sold sweets and pop (and Grapper sold cigarettes and beer because he looked about 10 years older than there rest of us) and it started to become somewhere to go. Better than sitting in the park and getting rained on.
Eventually we sold tickets for 50p because we could. That allowed us to buy a belt and Big Dave Rufton (who I knew from the gym) became the first ever BWF champion.
I didn't. I don't. I will never ever consider wrestling to be fake. I know what it is and I know what it isn't. It is not fake.
We didn't book or script BWF. The loser was the person that gave up. The person who had had enough and would get their revenge next time. Sometimes they did.Sometimes they didn't.
As we got more popular they started to only let us use the basement on a Tuesday. That was the only day the Bingo wasn't on and we didn't bother the pensioners that came to have fun as their life dripped away.
Tuesdays was fine. Once a week allowed us to put on enough good matches to make it an event. Something to look forward to.
Say something.
It takes me back to when we found the old boxing ring in the basement of the bingo hall and Gerry said we could use it fi we cleared up the basement. I don't think he knew quite what he had gotten into.
Originally there were just three of us and to put on a show we had to put on different costumes, different masks and different styles so we could have more than one match.
After a little while a few more people got involved and it was no long a problem. It was the BWF.
People from school used to come. Initially they just wanted to make fun but we had such a good time her that changed. Obviously we made mistakes and they were celebrated and we were constantly reminded of them. We had matches though and we got better and more and more people started to come and watch. And girls.
We sold sweets and pop (and Grapper sold cigarettes and beer because he looked about 10 years older than there rest of us) and it started to become somewhere to go. Better than sitting in the park and getting rained on.
Eventually we sold tickets for 50p because we could. That allowed us to buy a belt and Big Dave Rufton (who I knew from the gym) became the first ever BWF champion.
I didn't. I don't. I will never ever consider wrestling to be fake. I know what it is and I know what it isn't. It is not fake.
We didn't book or script BWF. The loser was the person that gave up. The person who had had enough and would get their revenge next time. Sometimes they did.Sometimes they didn't.
As we got more popular they started to only let us use the basement on a Tuesday. That was the only day the Bingo wasn't on and we didn't bother the pensioners that came to have fun as their life dripped away.
Tuesdays was fine. Once a week allowed us to put on enough good matches to make it an event. Something to look forward to.
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