Post by Andy D on May 4, 2016 18:55:13 GMT -5
Do you remember all the plans we made? All the pennies we saved for rainy days? Things didn't turn out that way. Cause things change. - Lower Than Atlantis; Stays The Same
They say the more things change, the more they stay the same. The basis of the saying is actually French but the meaning is that even while changes occur in life, deep down there will always be things that will be a constant. Yeah, the usual Death, Taxes and 2Guys stupidity are defiantly constants one can never get away from, no matter how hard you tried. But there are other things that are still the same as ever despite the changes that have gone on in my life. And boy have there been some changes.
So yeah, I’m now fully back in Greenville, although I still have several boxes to unpack. I’m out in the suburbs now, on what I’d consider the other side of town to where I was. It’s a house, small as it is, instead of an apartment. Which is cool. It’s in a decent area and there’s a lovely park near by which I can run through (or find a bench to relax on). But I still miss that apartment. It was a great place, with some great neighbours and a great little gym at the bottom. But alas, I had to give it up and there was no other apartment’s available when I was ready to move back.
The reason I had to give it up was due to the travelling in Europe. I mean, sure I tried to keep the place to start off with, thinking I wasn’t going to be long before I headed back to the states. But as time went on and the possibility of not moving back became a thing, I had to drop the apartment just so I could use the rent money across Europe. Touring is just as expensive as having a permanent base it turns out. Luckily I still had friends back in Greenville who packed up all of my stuff and stuck it in storage while I got to gallivant across the continent.
Of course one of those friends is the only reason I came back to Greenville in the first place... Becks. It’s way too early in our relationship to move in together, and also given that she lives in the apartment building I used to live just on a different floor, that might be a little weird. Actually it’s still a little weird when I go over, I have more than once caught myself going towards my old place.
So yeah, new place, new area. Whole lot of change. The local bar is ok, but after spending a few months in Germany it’s going to be tough to drink anybody’s beers, not just American. Also the nearest gym is not great, the equipment a bit worn and the clientele just seem a little… stand-offish.
Case in point. I was in this gym, and there was a woman who had stopped using one of those shoulder press machines. So I head on over, as upper body strength is invaluable for kicking out of pins, and maybe it was the Brit in me but I just politely asked. “Are you finished with this?”
Well this woman, who had this board room business woman vibe snapped at me and verbally bit my head off with a “No! I am not!” Worst of all she was wearing a mauve leotard. I mean really, mauve. And she snapped at me.
And then she went and stood talking to some other woman for 20 minutes, not even using the machine. And to make matters even worse she lets some college student use the machine with a “Hey, go ahead girlfriend, I’m just talking here” and a friendly wave.
Had that been the only incident I could probably pass it off as a grumpy middle-aged woman who needs to get laid, but that wasn’t the only incident while I was there. I’d stated to use a rowing machine. I’d not done any more that 3 strokes when some buffed up beefcake tells me I’ve had my turn on there. When I tried to argue I get a “Well all have to share the equipment and be fair to one another.” He then spends 10 minutes training on the thing.
I ended up on the punching bag trying to relieve my very frustrated workout. Even that wasn’t immune to snide remarks. I mean some Princeton pretty boy stands there telling me my technique is off. I’m like “Do you beat up people for a living?” to which he replied he worked in a knitting shop downtown called Knitting Stuff.
I actually listened to that guy to be fair. I’ve see that place on Black Friday. That guy has survival skills to rival the SAS and Seal Team Six.
For all this crazy change though, trust PCW to come through with the same old same old. Crazy Boy… man, how many times have we fought over the years? I’ve lost count of all the matches we’ve had across all the federations we’ve been apart of. Singles, Triple Threats, Tags, Four Corners, Gauntlets, Mother F’n Snakes on a Mother F’n Cage… that’s probably not even the half of it. And here we are, once again facing each other inside the square circle.
The familiarity of my upcoming opponent is a comfort as I try to not only reacquaint myself with the PCW ring but also try to learn about the large amount of new signings that I have not had a chance to know (although I imagine I will in due course). Still while there is an advantage to knowing my opponent as thoroughly as I know Crazy Boy, it’s a double edge sword as he knows me pretty damn well himself. And as great as it would be to have come back from Europe with new experiences, new moves and new strategies, I’m afraid I’m not as different as I would like to be. Especially against C.B.
Actually the most major change in my move set is probably getting a name for my springboard blockbuster. It came about from some Youtube video the European Excellence Wrestling company did to promote their show not long after I started with them. Despite the 2 commentators being Belgium and German respectively, they did most of the trailers in English. Well, the spot light of my promotion showed me doing a blockbuster off the ropes and onto a guy in the middle of the ring, when the Belgium went (and baring in mind this is mostly cheesy dialogue in these things) “Whoa, and what was that move” which was one of those exclamation and question mark statements people seem to make these days.
Anyway, the German responds, “I’ll tell you what that is… Schmerzilch!” Which of course the internet fans picked up as the new name of the move, not realising that the word is simply German for painful. I also don’t think it helps that it might not be the right German word for painful given the sentence but I only took one year in high school and flunked so what do I know. Still, it got popular on the internet, so it’s hard to go against it now.
I guess it all just means I’m proving that it’s true what they say. The more things change (like my personal life) the more they stay the same (like my wrestling career). And I’m going to make sure they stay that way, or rather change that way, or rather…
Ok, suddenly I completely lost my point in all this. And yes, that gets filed under “Stays the same”
They say the more things change, the more they stay the same. The basis of the saying is actually French but the meaning is that even while changes occur in life, deep down there will always be things that will be a constant. Yeah, the usual Death, Taxes and 2Guys stupidity are defiantly constants one can never get away from, no matter how hard you tried. But there are other things that are still the same as ever despite the changes that have gone on in my life. And boy have there been some changes.
So yeah, I’m now fully back in Greenville, although I still have several boxes to unpack. I’m out in the suburbs now, on what I’d consider the other side of town to where I was. It’s a house, small as it is, instead of an apartment. Which is cool. It’s in a decent area and there’s a lovely park near by which I can run through (or find a bench to relax on). But I still miss that apartment. It was a great place, with some great neighbours and a great little gym at the bottom. But alas, I had to give it up and there was no other apartment’s available when I was ready to move back.
The reason I had to give it up was due to the travelling in Europe. I mean, sure I tried to keep the place to start off with, thinking I wasn’t going to be long before I headed back to the states. But as time went on and the possibility of not moving back became a thing, I had to drop the apartment just so I could use the rent money across Europe. Touring is just as expensive as having a permanent base it turns out. Luckily I still had friends back in Greenville who packed up all of my stuff and stuck it in storage while I got to gallivant across the continent.
Of course one of those friends is the only reason I came back to Greenville in the first place... Becks. It’s way too early in our relationship to move in together, and also given that she lives in the apartment building I used to live just on a different floor, that might be a little weird. Actually it’s still a little weird when I go over, I have more than once caught myself going towards my old place.
So yeah, new place, new area. Whole lot of change. The local bar is ok, but after spending a few months in Germany it’s going to be tough to drink anybody’s beers, not just American. Also the nearest gym is not great, the equipment a bit worn and the clientele just seem a little… stand-offish.
Case in point. I was in this gym, and there was a woman who had stopped using one of those shoulder press machines. So I head on over, as upper body strength is invaluable for kicking out of pins, and maybe it was the Brit in me but I just politely asked. “Are you finished with this?”
Well this woman, who had this board room business woman vibe snapped at me and verbally bit my head off with a “No! I am not!” Worst of all she was wearing a mauve leotard. I mean really, mauve. And she snapped at me.
And then she went and stood talking to some other woman for 20 minutes, not even using the machine. And to make matters even worse she lets some college student use the machine with a “Hey, go ahead girlfriend, I’m just talking here” and a friendly wave.
Had that been the only incident I could probably pass it off as a grumpy middle-aged woman who needs to get laid, but that wasn’t the only incident while I was there. I’d stated to use a rowing machine. I’d not done any more that 3 strokes when some buffed up beefcake tells me I’ve had my turn on there. When I tried to argue I get a “Well all have to share the equipment and be fair to one another.” He then spends 10 minutes training on the thing.
I ended up on the punching bag trying to relieve my very frustrated workout. Even that wasn’t immune to snide remarks. I mean some Princeton pretty boy stands there telling me my technique is off. I’m like “Do you beat up people for a living?” to which he replied he worked in a knitting shop downtown called Knitting Stuff.
I actually listened to that guy to be fair. I’ve see that place on Black Friday. That guy has survival skills to rival the SAS and Seal Team Six.
For all this crazy change though, trust PCW to come through with the same old same old. Crazy Boy… man, how many times have we fought over the years? I’ve lost count of all the matches we’ve had across all the federations we’ve been apart of. Singles, Triple Threats, Tags, Four Corners, Gauntlets, Mother F’n Snakes on a Mother F’n Cage… that’s probably not even the half of it. And here we are, once again facing each other inside the square circle.
The familiarity of my upcoming opponent is a comfort as I try to not only reacquaint myself with the PCW ring but also try to learn about the large amount of new signings that I have not had a chance to know (although I imagine I will in due course). Still while there is an advantage to knowing my opponent as thoroughly as I know Crazy Boy, it’s a double edge sword as he knows me pretty damn well himself. And as great as it would be to have come back from Europe with new experiences, new moves and new strategies, I’m afraid I’m not as different as I would like to be. Especially against C.B.
Actually the most major change in my move set is probably getting a name for my springboard blockbuster. It came about from some Youtube video the European Excellence Wrestling company did to promote their show not long after I started with them. Despite the 2 commentators being Belgium and German respectively, they did most of the trailers in English. Well, the spot light of my promotion showed me doing a blockbuster off the ropes and onto a guy in the middle of the ring, when the Belgium went (and baring in mind this is mostly cheesy dialogue in these things) “Whoa, and what was that move” which was one of those exclamation and question mark statements people seem to make these days.
Anyway, the German responds, “I’ll tell you what that is… Schmerzilch!” Which of course the internet fans picked up as the new name of the move, not realising that the word is simply German for painful. I also don’t think it helps that it might not be the right German word for painful given the sentence but I only took one year in high school and flunked so what do I know. Still, it got popular on the internet, so it’s hard to go against it now.
I guess it all just means I’m proving that it’s true what they say. The more things change (like my personal life) the more they stay the same (like my wrestling career). And I’m going to make sure they stay that way, or rather change that way, or rather…
Ok, suddenly I completely lost my point in all this. And yes, that gets filed under “Stays the same”
