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Pat O'ConnorRoleplayer's blog


I love watching those old black-and-white wrestling videos from the USA. Pat O'Connor is one of my favourites (even though he actually came from New Zealand); his wrestling is always a joy to watch. I just can't stand the current wrestling scene; it's nothing like the old days.

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2018-01-18youngboxer's blog


So... I messaged this guy to ask if he would like to cam box.

Here's where it gets weird.

He tells me yes, but then he blocks me. I don't go on this site until the evening due to school, but really? Do people here usually give such contradicting answers?

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Mack vs The Thugs......A Fight StoryBamaJDon41's blog


Mack is well known and highly respected among those who follow Internet wrestlers. He runs about 5'10" and 260. Though his photos always show the face of an intimidating man, his opponents know him to be a real gentle man...until it's time to wrestle.

There was nothing going on this Tuesday night so the recently retired Mack turned in early. But just after 2 AM, he awoke to a noise coming from his living room. Someone was definitely in his house. Two voices were whispering loudly. "I told you I could get you in." "Keep it down, let's just get the electronics and get out." "Relax, the guy that lives here is just some fat old dude. What's he gonna do? If he shows up I'll scare the shit out of him and if he gives us any trouble I'll make sure he never talks to the cops!"

Wearing only blue briefs, Mack is in the hall listening intently. The two thieves have been looking around with flashlights. "Hey, I'm gonna turn the light on in this room." Just before he hits the switch, the shorter thief gets hit hard with a fist to the side of his face which is followed by two more blows sending the young thief down and out. The other thief swings his flashlight in the direction of the scuffle and sees a nearly naked hulk of a man rushing toward him. The burglar's hands start shaking and he drops the flashlight. As he reaches down to retrieve it two big arms encircle his back. Mack grabs the crook up, swings him on to his shoulder and slams him down hard on to the floor. As the thief struggles to get to his feet, he's met with a wicked uppercut that puts him flat on his back.

Mack turns on the light to survey the damage. His living room looks alright, but the two thieves are out cold. Satisfied with his handling of the two young toughs, he thinks to call the cops and have these jerks hauled away. But another thought occurs to him. Mack breaks into a smile and with a glint in his eye he plans on having some fun with these two.

15 minutes later one of the young thugs comes to, tied to a chair in the basement of the house with a large wrestling mat in front of them. "Wha...what the fuck? Joey, wake up! Where are we? Joey!" "Son of bitch! What just happened" the younger and shorter thief comes to. "Cole, you ASSHOLE! I thought you said this guy was some fat old dude? SO HOW COME WE'RE THE ONES TIED UP?"

"Okay,men. It's almost 3 in the morning so let's get this show on the road." A stout man in his early 60's steps into the room, wearing a black wrestling singlet that shows off his powerful chest. Salt and pepper hair covers his head and torso. "So you thought you'd let yourselves into my house and help yourself to my possessions. How 'bout if we do something else." As Mack does some stretching he explains, "I'm a wrestler and pretty good at it. If either or both of you can beat me by pin, submission, or knockout, I'll let you take what you want and walk on out of here. But if I beat you, then I take what I want...or I can just call the cops right now."

"We'll do it." "Cole, are you crazy? Look at him!" "Shut up Joey, I wrestled in high school and I've seen you knock a man out so we're doin' this!" Mack happily nods his head, "Now I realize that I weigh almost as much as the two of you combined, but I'm also at least twice as old as either one of you. So I think it all evens out," Mack says with a half-smile. "I'll take you on one at a time. Then, if you're still able, I'll take you both on at the same time. Who's up first?"

"I got this, old man." Mack unties Cole's hands. Cole, all of 5'10" and 170 lbs, gets up. His High School experience only lasted a couple of years but he did win a few matches for his team. Cole strips down to his briefs and limbers up. "You're gonna regret this, freak!" The young man approaches Mack who immediately grabs Cole's left arm and twists it behind his back. Then the big man sits down while applying a grapevine to the startled young thief. AAAAGGGHHHHHHHH-
As the younger man screams his response to Mack's crushing hold, he manages to get out "I GIVE I GIVE." "Hold that thought. I haven't asked you yet." Mack rolls him on to his stomach, puts his feet in the back of Cole's knees and then rolls back, lifting him in an upside down surf-board. As the big man pushes up with his feet he pulls down on Cole's extended arms. AAAAGGGHHHHH

"You give?" "I GIVE." "Fine. Now let's get you back in your chair. There....okay, Joey is it? Let's go." After putting the exhausted Cole back in restraints, Mack unties Joey from the chair. Joey, about 5' 7" and 165 lbs soaking wet, nervously rises for his match. And after seeing what happened to Cole, Joey is, in fact, covered in sweat. Joey strips off his shirt and jeans. "Alright, young man, come at me!" Cole cheers him on, "Come on Joey, knock the fat bastard out!" Big Mack and little Joey circle each other. "So, you want a fist fight? Is that it?" Mack says as he sees Joey put up his fists. "Let's see what you've got, little man." Joey throws a right that brushes Mack's left cheek and follows with a left that hits Mack square in the chest. With the palm of his right hand Mack smacks Joey's forehead and then hits him in the chest, shoving the young man back 4 feet. Still on his feet, Joey comes back determined to land a knock-out punch. Joey swings wildly with a right that Mack catches in his big left hand, and then a left that is also caught. In a flash, Mack catches Joey up in a bearhug, crushing the young man into his massive chest. A loud wheezing sound is heard as the air is squeezed out of Joey. Then Mack loads Joey on to his shoulders for a torture rack. AAAARRRRGGHHHHhhhhuuh FUUCKK! STOP!

Dropping Joey face down onto the mat, Mack lands on the young thief's back and gets him in an armbar. Joey grimacing in pain, pounds on the mat with his free arm. "Okay, young man, let me hear the words." "I give, I give, aaagghhhhh." "That's just fine. Now I'll give you and your fellow thief a few minutes to get it together. Then I'll take you both on. Maybe that way you two can make a better show of it." Mack goes and splashes some cold water on his face and chest. This time of night he'd normally be sound asleep. Then he goes over to his punching bag and smacks his fists into it several times as if he's getting ready to knock someone through a wall. "Joey! Get up! Come untie my hands!" Cole whispers. But Joey, still recovering from the arm bar is too slow. Mack comes over, "Yes Joey, untie Cole's hands. It's time we finish our little contest!"

The two young thieves circle around Mack. Cole chimes up,"There's no way you can beat us both, you fat fuck!" Joey gets behind Mack and jumps on his back while Cole tries grabbing on to Mack's hands. Cole drives his knee into Mack's balls, and then the big man goes down. As Joey continues trying to apply a strangle hold, Cole goes to kicking Mack's ribs. "YEAH! YEAH! HOW YOU LIKE SOME OF THAT! CHOKE HIM JOEY!" Finding himself at last in a real fight, Mack drives his foot into Cole's right knee and then drives a hard elbow into Joey's side. As Mack sits up he catches a fist to his right ear from Joey. Then Cole jumps into the pile as the three men are a tangle of arms and legs.

Mack then connects with a hard stunning left to Cole's face. Flat on his back the big man then grabs Joey in a reverse bearhug and uses him as a shield against Cole's kicks and punches. "Kick his arms, you dumb fuck!" Joey shouts. With Mack constantly moving Joey from side to side, Cole piles on top of Joey with Mack still holding on to Joey in the reverse bearhug. As soon as Cole gets on top, Mack rolls them both over and gets on top with Cole facing Joey beneath him. With his left arm wrapped around Joey's neck, Mack starts punching the shit out of Cole. 3 hard rights to the face and Cole's eyes start to glaze over. Mack starts applying a sleeper hold to Joey, but just as the young thief begins to weaken he lets go of the hold.

Mack gets to his feet, grabs up Joey and bodyslams the young man across Cole's belly. With both young men nearly out, Mack repeats the move and slams Joey on top of Cole two more times. "I think you boys are done!" Mack feels like winning his 2 on 1 fight requires a victory pose, so he lifts Joey onto his shoulders, presses the young man over his head and then puts his bare right foot on top of Cole's chest. "YEAH! How's the view from up there young man? And you on the floor, how 'bout you?"

Mack drops Joey beside Cole and proceeds to put a knee onto each of the punk's bellies. He then leans forward and with his left hand holding Joey's chin and his right hand holding Cole's Mack asks the young man on his right, "YOU GIVE?" "...yeah." "YEAH, WHAT?" "yes sir." "WHAT ABOUT YOU?" "yes sir." Satisfied, Mack flexes his big hairy pecs over the two beaten young thugs.

"You came into my house to take what you want, now I'll take what I want. Both of you on your knees." As Cole and Joey do so, Mack starts to take off his singlet. "As you young fellas can see, this fight's got me pretty worked up. And I've got 8 hard inches here that needs to be satisfied." The young men seem unsure. "Or if you guys want to continue this mismatch..." Big Mack flexes his big beefy arms over the thieves. The punks get ready to comply. "You'll take turns sucking my dick. Open wide, boys!"

The face fuck continues until Mack has shot a load down each of the thugs' throats. "Not bad, boys, not bad...now grab your clothes and get the fuck out of my house! DO NOT let me see either one of you again!" Joey and Cole wipe the cum off their mouths, grab their gear and run for the door just as the first morning light signals the end of this long night. Mack goes to take a much needed shower.

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My wrestling preferencesRoleplayer's blog


I understand that everyone on this site has their own needs, desires, wishes, etc. I've received a lot of messages re proper, competitive wrestling, or even boxing. But I am not interested in these.

a) I'm looking for a jobber, so that I can practise ground holds;

b) I don't mind being a referee or a valet;

c) I love doing roleplay of the old wrestling, in particular WoS. I love acting out scenarios of the old pro wrestling: entrance gear; intros; handshakes (or not); being towelled and having water between rounds, etc. It should be safe and fun. I have done four WoS roleplay bouts so far.

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BOXER'S RANT IX: Basketball Boxing TrunksBoxer_Daddy's blog


Okay fellas what’s the deal? I mean, WTF? When did basketball length trunks invade boxing? I believe it was late 1990’s early 2000’s, but still what is this incessant need to wear trunks so long that they nearly impede your leg movement in the ring? Wet silk / satin get’s clingy. If you’re a fleet footed fighter then you know what I’m talking about. And don’t get me started on the idiots I’ve seen wearing Capri pants in the ring. Fashion statement maybe? I say Fashion – IDIOCRACY!

I don’t know about the rest of you… but I grew up watching boxing in the 70’s and 80’s, even then boxers still were faithful to the half naked pugilist code of wearing bootie hugging shorts that practically revealed it all. Okay… so there is no half naked boxer’s code, but many times audiences were not tuning in to see two half naked men box for dominance. They were getting cheap thrills watching the supremely muscled warriors battle in attire similar to that seen at the beach or pool. I’m certain many a gay boxer has the images of fighters long gone battling effortlessly in trunks that didn’t remotely hinder their movements, while allowing the audiences to oogle their uber-masculine physiques as they darted to and fro in an elevated squared circle.

Thankfully current day boxers in the lighter weight classes still pay homage to boxers of the past by wearing classic length shorts when they fight. I’m certain they understand the importance of being able to swiftly move about the canvas as they show their craft. Look at UFC trunks… when they first started there where nothing more than square cut swim trunks. There was a movement to the longer pants but more of the swift maneuver fighters still prefer the traditional shorts. I have to admit getting my cheap thrills watching them.

Obviously you as the reader/boxer or something in between will do as you please. But look at the history of the sport and you will gain a better appreciation for why trunks of such length were chosen in the first place.

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Last Call for Comments on the New ChatMeetFighters News


Hello Fighters,

This is the last call for comments and bug reports on the new chat! The old browser chat is going away, it will not be kept as an option, so please take a minute or two to try the new chat and make sure that it is functioning correctly on your device. I want your comments now, and not after it is deployed and you go "Oh, but it's not working for me, you ruined my internets forever!!11"'.

So what has changed?

  • The avatar pictures on the user list are back. (This was the most requested feature in the previous round.)
  • Some profile info (stats, location and introduction) are shown when you click on a user from the list.
  • Photo sharing is completed. To share a photo with another chatter, start a conversation with them, then find the photo icon near the top right, and then either click on one of your existing photos, or upload a new one to share it instantly.
  • Experimental webcam support. The web-based technologies (that is, those that work without the miasma that is Flash) for video are here, but support for them is spotty. Most notably, the technology will not work with Internet Explorer, and is only available with the newest version of Safari.
  • Choose between modern and classic look. If you want the message list without the avatar pictures, click on the cogwheel icon near the top left of the screen and then check "Traditional IRC layout".
  • Worked around an issue in iOS Safari that would prevent the message sound from playing properly. I would like to make a note here that developing for any Apple product is hell on Earth.

– Admin

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Time to Get Serious II: The SequelHardmatch's blog


Last week I started a blog detailing my reasons for beginning a fitness regimen. How did I do in the week that followed?

I have never been a fitness buff. I hated gym class when I was in school and I’ve never taken up team sports or enrolled in regular fitness classes. I have started exercise routines before, only to see them fall away. Just getting me down to a gym, even one that is free and in my own building, was a major undertaking.

I have been to my building’s gym before but the only machines I’d ever used were the ones for cardio; elliptical, treadmill, stationary bike. The Nautilus machine may well have been designed by aliens for all I knew. I hoped someone would come down the first few days to use the Nautilus so that I could spy on them and see what they did. No such luck! Fortunately my partner has gone to the gym regularly over the years so he gave me some pointers, even though he was never much for actual weight training. Of course, I’ve heard from a few guys since then that aren’t all that enamoured with the Nautilus machine and recommend I focus more on free weights instead.

I am proud to say that I went to the gym each weekday last week. I did my usual cardio stuff but I also slowly increased the amount of weight training that I did. One of my extremely fit friends kindly sent me his training routine. I would love to say that I followed it religiously but the first week was a bit of a hybrid and I made a lot of stuff up on the fly. Maybe this coming week will see me follow it a bit more closely.

After posting my first blog, I received a number of encouraging messages. Thanks to those guys! I did, however, worry that I may have inadvertently offended some guys. If any guys with similar or larger builds read the blog and thought I was criticizing them for not looking more buff, I do apologize. I’m not terribly out of shape and I don’t think most guys would say I was fat. I’m my own worst critic and felt I needed to hit the gym to deal with my own insecurities about my body image. I also wanted to address shortcomings I noticed on my recent UK wrestling trip in regards to upper body strength and cardio. While I’m 56, I still have a desire to be competitive or wrestle hard. If I can’t beat guys, I want them to at least say I was in good shape and made them work up a sweat!

I want to remind people that I started this blog for purely selfish reasons. I figured that I would be more successful at staying the course if I made my intentions public.

Monday, January 15:
Weight: 176.5 lbs
Body Fat %: 31.5%

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For those about to die .... lighten upIronbull's blog


So, Mid March to the end of April, I will suspend my profile for 6 weeks.

The reason? I enrolled in a boxing school. Three sessions a week including jumping rope and finding out what my jaw is made of. At the end of this I'm going to have my first official fight, with a real referee. No lycra will be involved (what??). Back in the land of real fighting.

I am told that I will then be recognised (albeit at a very junior level) by the British Amateur Boxing Association and it'll be my chance to climb the ladder to whatever level this middle aged man can achieve. Or I could be in hospital with a broken jaw. Or dead.

I just have to do this....

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2018-01-15Jman77's blog


It's that time of year again when everything is blanketed in beautiful fluffy white bliss, ahhh.
Yeah, fuk that shit.

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My no.1 wrestling heartthrob?Roleplayer's blog


I make no secret that I have many wrestling heartthrobs. If I had to choose one, it would be Bob Kirkwood. He's very handsome; he had a beautiful physique; I love his simple yet effective 'blue trunks and black boots' look; and he had a great smile and a presentable personality. But most importantly, unlike many pro wrestlers, he knew how to wrestle, and his wrestling is still a great joy to behold:

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