Couldn’t say it better than a musician oriented person, but I can invigorate the topic of learning at your own pace when it comes to wrestling moves of a past era. Suffice Benjamin Plant referencing to display, "'Real Slow' was written around similar experiences that Aaron [Shanahan] and I were having at the time. It's about finding that place or person were you feel secure enough to take things slowly. We wanted to write a song that is more than just a concept, we wanted to write about something we were actually experiencing rather than something imagined. We wanted to see how that emotion translated into our music. I've never been a huge fan of listening to songs about love, no matter how painful or joyous they are, they can seem mediocre, but once you have those experiences for yourself then suddenly, all those songs make sense and become something you can really feel." From Benjamin Plant, the rest from me. Can you imagine?
Pumphandle fall-away throw (over head throw)
Headlock tacklethrow
Single flapjack
With frail and eccentric taunt to have wrongly proven the opponent down and out, European uppercut in one spinning motion. In making 360° to review same taunted portion of gatherers, resume beating (uppercut in one spin and readily crouch + beat down).
Sit down scoop slam
(Forever on.* * * The Mishunoku Driver it is, so do a another drive bomb in the form of initializing front headlock jackhammer suplex, but reverse in the air 180° of the opponent to sit down slam like the unknown-origined Falcon Arrow)
To the apron and up avoiding move in center of the ring to switch gears at turnbuckle ready and going to attack the center or by this time a nearer guy with throwing an elbow or forearm punch
Pullover from the back buckle bomb flip
Over the head collar and elbow T-bone throw
Continuous motion sidewalk slam and roll up pinning creating situation
Continuous motion front facing crossover to headlock from the back into a bulldog and pickup from the trousers head buckle bomb with two hands on
Intending a pop, enter the ring from a tag from a different turnbuckle by running the apron and climbing top rope, one turnbuckle away from the tag turnbuckle (running ring apron like winding up for a punch, but no caveman ode arm motions here)
Obtaining hold on leg straightened when standing, collapse them to the ground by sweeping ground leg with forearm push while holding onto foot to compress the leg quad towards their chest and even if they kick out maneuver into single leg Boston crab with us both on our sides just about almost there for only one of their arms to react
Off tag run to a turnbuckle with a foe ready and going to back hand fist by spinning on apron gaining on them with a back lean on ropes when spinning on the outside of the ropes on the apron (a back hand from outside the ropes of the ring)
More or less to taunt
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What triggered this impromptu month of posting stimulation and an uptick in overall views was that I was actually so against how an other one might view the self. This was world quaking in that I noticed like in some of what I’ve misunderstood before now in how I empathize and gained sympathy for others, was largely unfounded or based, before now, on mimicking their sullen and forlornness.
I can give of largely my life of this month of March, not to save others, no, only to balance the act. Before, I was not giving a way why I write except in the overall thematic, but the kind of trapeze theatricality to balance the act is what I want to forward your focus towards. People were becoming longer poles for me to have better leverage on my way across the rope or catwalk.
Wrestling has a sudden finality to it that sometimes the balance of it all is mistaken for non talent or overeschewing of discipline like how women games may not be punchy and how the overall games for both sexes are leaning towards acrobatics instead of brutish bashings. I always wondered why no one took the effort to say that the Great American Bash could have lost its gravitas because of so much of having no clue what being American was. What was its identity? Rey Mysterio lost his first World Heavyweight Championship in 2006, does that signify his status as American? The negation of where one comes from almost to signify American status? That's what it will forever look like.
And it couldn’t be that we tribute many of the people to have walked down the same paths in life that aren’t able to anymore, but only because of death and not because of serious injuries which we also tend to revere. Even blood gushing out is illuminating. It does shed light on the prowess of the person in charge while not diminishing the role of the other guy. Just about all could of necessity not stop the match until both are bleeding because we want to see competition to that extent that both bleed and both are considered strong or heavyweights in the bout.
Truly what got to me and I knew something had to be in me that needed letting of fruition was that I write to untangle my thoughts. Untangling was pivotal and is why I am drawn to both writing in things I wasn’t wholly invited to having discussion of, that to write about like a wedding of ideas crasher and with knowing that form is fashioning of non-wasted organization. So never say you are the only one to wrestle with things or that you, more specifically, have a dysmorphic body no matter how hard you work at it to untangle it in a sense. You may not want to do the work, then do something that takes up just as much time and isn’t always knee jerking and full-time fallen on hard times.
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