Holy carp, the memories this thread brings back. I once piledrived my friend straight into the ground..twice and knocked him out for a good 40 mins. I speared a friend right through a wall,off a hill,into a stop sign(I was a big fan of that maneuver). Jumped off a ladder and drove another friend through a table(I was a vicious sum bitch when it came to wrestling competition). Then I've been hit the head with all sort of objects,chairs,chains,steel trash cans,steel pipes,chalkboards,ladders, sledgehammers, you name it and I've been hit by it, hell,I've even been buried alive(in snow though). Almost snapped another friend neck when I had him in the crossface for too long. Almost killed myself attempting a moonsault off my house, but I lived. Even been busted open a few times. I even was even told that I was pedigreed on the fucking street, but he'll, I don't remember that one. I do remember being pedigreed on the top of a car which was cool and it hurt pretty bad as well.
Fuck, I could go on forever with all our wrestling shenanigans. But yeah me and a group of friends had our own mini wrestling league and when did all sorts of dangerous shit that the wwe warns us not to do these days and oddly enough,nobody ever got seriously hurt. Yupp we loved every minute of it and still get together when ever we can to relive our glory days, good times.