Chapter 177 Wrestling, With A Crazy Fetish:>Ep44

• Whenever I hear people say wrestling's fake, it almost fills me up with joy to reply no shit with a tone of surprise. Then I follow up and ask them if they knew Star Wars wasn't actually filmed in space. Fact of the matter is everyone knows it's fake. Or at least scripted. But that's the thing about wrestling matches. They're kind of like road trips. It's not really the finish or destination that matters. But rather the journey along the way to get there. And I've been on one helluva journey so far.
• The last few weeks were going amazing with the planning for the match ahead. And not just the stuff happening in front of the cameras, but behind them as well. Very few knew this but Tyson Mel and myself spent several hours before and after each arena event training. Being knowledged in "Strong Style", Tyson really wanted to bring out the brawler in me. Or at least fake brawler.
• He retaught me how to throw punches in the ring. Designed to look heavy and destructive like bare-knuckle boxers. He also showed me how to kick. Not in a martial arts manner, but more like a bar room brawler. All of which would improve my striking ability.