Jorgefighter's blog

Hey all

My last two matches have been big disasters. One of them was a long match that I was really enjoying... until I found I had damaged my rival's rib. Not in purpose, the ones who know me can credit this, but still the injury was there. The other match took less than one minute. After the guy asked me to show him some moves and I explained how to do a sleeper, he decided to leave. It was non confortable and made me feel bad with myself. And yes: I feel guilty.

In both occassions they were rookies who had very few or none experience. I have been a rookie myself and due to my lack of skills and formal training, I still think of me as one. Problem is: I am not. Even if I never get stand a chance against guys with real training (YOU know who YOU are), I can handle myself in a fight with a medium experienced guy (one who, like me, has only experience in private matches). Not to mention against someone who is trying it for first time.

I still remember my first private match. Sicilia, 1915. I was hot and muscled and had confidence in giving a real match. I didnt. The guy gave me a total pounding, I had pain for a couple of days, and I never stood a chance against him. He simply keep on mandhandling me from one hold to another. And yes: he mocked my muscles saying if they were useful for anything. Any other person with some common sense would have rejected and decided that this was not his thing, but I am not any other person. I am Jorgefighter. (Once in a bar a guy turned to me and called me by this nickname and I started to think that I had gone too far with the wrestling thing, but this is another story).

First meeting is very important. Everybody is curious about fighting and everybody wants to try it. But OH, the reallity. Sweat never smells that good. Punches dont feel that nice in real life, and we often fantasy about being destroyed and dominated by a cruel fighter... until we are. I suspect that facing the reality of pain has made a good amount of potential wrestler leave our small community.

And I dont like that. We need to take more care of rookies. I, in particular, have failed on this, and I cant help but feeling guilty. They need to be introduced gently, and comunication is a must. They will harden themselves with the time, if they like it. I did. I think nowadays I can endure more pain than when I began and go further when it comes to aggressivity, endurance... and we cannot expect the same level from someone who barely sees it as a fetish that wants to try. Making two guys in a row abandon their desire of fighting makes me see a side of me I really dont like. I like taking care of people and being a good host. I think that even with my up and downs I can be considered a good boy. I like playing cars with my nephew, I like cooking for the loved ones. If I was a desperate housewife, I would be Bree van de Kamp. I enjoy taking a wine or beers after a fight and have a nice talk. Checking that I can scare someone is not something I enjoy.

Fighting should be fun, as any sane competition. Yeah, accidents happen sometimes. But when you are the one introducing some other, you are the one in control and you need to be able to handle the situation and make it comfortable and safe. Fight in not only controlling the other, but also controlling yourself.

What a shit that I need to go through experiences like this to learn something that easy.

Happy 2012, brothers in wrestling.