TklDuo-Drew said:
Though a lot of the moves are staged, some of the guys just push it to the extreme.
Drew
Definately. Although not me, I hasten to add.
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Most extreme thing I ever did was during a battle royal. (The only time I ever actually won anything, funnily enough) I got the idea from the Royal Rumble that year that it looked like the British Bulldog had won, but only one of Shawn Michaels feet touched down and he got back in to win.(94, 95 or 96 I think it was.) We were down to me, a bloke called Tom and the guy who trained me, Kris. Tom was about 5'10" and 170. Heh heh. He went to pick me up as if for a body slam, but acted as if my weight was too much. (At nearly 260 at the time, it would have been if I hadn't been bolstering myself with one hand on his hip.) Backing towards the ropes he backflipped gracefully over the top in a move that for some reason, he loved doing. As we went over together, I hooked my left leg through the middle and top ropes and they twined together around my ankle, trapping it in a vice. Tom landed in his usual, graceful heap on the floor ( No-one could land like a bag of shit like this guy!

) and I was hanging upside down, my head about three feet from the concrete.
Now what I didn't know was that these two bastards (Tom and Kris) had put their heads together beforehand and planned something without my knowledge. My aversion to chest chops was a subject of some hillarity amongst the few guys who'd seen me train and wrestle. With me hanging upside down like the Hanged Man in a Tarot deck, Tom got up, pulled the front of my shirt up (or down to be strictly accurate) and started chopping. Kris slid out of the ring and joined him from the other side. Imagine 6'4'' and 260lbs of quivering heap, hanging inverted by one ankle on the ropes and look me in the eyes and say the thught doesn't raise just the weeniest titter?
I was howling like a stuck pig and the pair of them were hopelessly failing to look agressive and were in fact pissing themselves laughing! The most painful thing though, was the ropes around my ankle. I imagine being gelded is less painful. After what seemed like an hour they got into slugging each other and I somehow managed to disentangle myself and slide back in. Kris batters Tom, slings him back in with me and stomps back up the aisle. I gain a modicum of revenge and slam Tom onto the part of the ring where the boards had cracked the previous week, leaving a large dip. Muttering obscenities at me, Tom staggers back to his feet and I put him over the top. Yay for me!
As I go back up the aisle myself I pull off my shirt and look at what looks like a bad third degree burn on my chest. I eventually get back in the dressing room and every bastard (including most of the girls) are sniggering behind their hands and avoiding my gaze. Tom and Kris have by now taken refuge in the toilets, but their badly muffled sniggers give them away. In a wonderful, male-bonding type experience, Kris blames the whole incident on Tom and we stick him head first down the toilet bowl and flush him.
I then swear vengeance on Kris the following month, which never happens because the git has the lack of manners to break his ankle the next week and so can't turn up. Sadly, I never did get my own back on him for the "hangman incident".