I spent the last two days - Christ, two days - attending Progress Wrestling's Super Strong Style Sixteen Tournament. There were a lot of indie tropes that I'm not a big fan of (e.g. people actually hitting each other really hard) but, overall, it was a good show that held my interest for the eight or so hours that it went on over the two days.
Before I went in on the second day, a man tried to sell me his CD. I told him that I didn't want to buy his CD. He asked me if I didn't like music. I told him no. He accused me of being soft (he didn't feel the need to spell it out for me), called me a wannabe wrestler (which is the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me) and said I liked to watch men wrestle (I can't imagine where he got that information from).
Some notes:
Hooray.
Edit: Oh, and Kris Travis, a British indie wrestler who recently beat cancer, was there. It was good to see him.
Before I went in on the second day, a man tried to sell me his CD. I told him that I didn't want to buy his CD. He asked me if I didn't like music. I told him no. He accused me of being soft (he didn't feel the need to spell it out for me), called me a wannabe wrestler (which is the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me) and said I liked to watch men wrestle (I can't imagine where he got that information from).
Some notes:
- Dave Mastiff, Noam Dar and Rampage Brown, i.e. three of the blokes from British Boot Camp, were on the show. They were noticeably better than most others.
- Roderick Strong was head and shoulders better than any other wrestler there. That he only wrestled three matches was a god damn travesty. Absolutely exceptional. I talked to him briefly when he was selling t-shirts in his underpants. Should have bought a t-shirt really.
- A women's no-DQ match stole the show.
- False finishes really get on your nerves when you need a piss.
- The company's champion is Jimmy Havoc, who's a heel, so "Jimmy, you're a cunt! Jimmy, Jimmy, you're a cunt!" is a common chant. One of the women, the heel, was called Jinny. There was a chant about her being a cunt, which made me feel supremely uncomfortable.
- Somebody tried to start a transphobic chant. Instead, everyone chanted "Don't be a dick!"
- Beer.
- Zack Sabre Jr. and Marty Scurll had a homoerotic match. Like, more homoerotic than a regular wrestling match. It was the semi-final of the tournament.
- A large Dutch wrestler told me to get out of the way while he was beating the shit out of some bloke who used to be a rosebud. The bloke next to me got to hold a chair which said rosebud got thrown into. Jealous.
- Jimmy Havoc threatened to behead Will Ospreay, the winner of the tournament and thus new number one contender, with an axe, which was a bit rich for me. He had an axe.
- Football chants are infinitely better than wrestling chants. For starters, they're not all four syllables and then followed by clapping.
Hooray.
Edit: Oh, and Kris Travis, a British indie wrestler who recently beat cancer, was there. It was good to see him.