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Friday December 21 2018 - PV with EvilDark

EvilDark (id 1077) and I just came back from a trip from Puerto Vallarta in Mexico where we stayed for a week at an all inclusive resort just to relax.

Anyhow, we took a little opportunity anyway to tumble and take a few pics and experiment with the helmets and masks I acquired previously. EvilDark is donning the Master Chief helmet from Halo while I am wearing the Solder-76 half-mask from Overwatch. Yes, I still haven't played any of those games, but who cares when wearing them just looks nice. The one I'm wearing has a CR2032 battery that will light up a red LED line at the eye level. In an attempt to match the visor colors, I added yellow briefs along with orange wristbands and ankle bands.

With all this in place, here is now EvilDark lifting me in a reverse bearhug:

Yes, I know, the gear I'm wearing shows too much of my junk.

I don't think anyone is complaining though.

This below was supposed a cobra clutch combo with a body scissors, but I guess EvilDark had forgotten to squeeze his legs... so, here we have just a simple, yet effective, cobra clutch without body scissors.

We of course took pics without masks as well. One of EvilDark's favorite is the head scissors:

And one of the holds he hates the most is the Reverse Indian Deathlock. Notably, he was injured in the past by someone who lost balance and tripped forward as his opponent was applying on him this hold.

The irony here is that I was actually showing him how to apply the hold, so he can lock it back on me. EvilDark locked this Reverse Indian Deathlock before, but with time, it's pretty easy to forget. He was due for a refresher, plus the lighting here in this hotel room is significantly better than my previous recording, so I can now use this new video as a demo for other wrestlers. You can check out [

Clip ID 356 ] to see EvilDark's application of the Reverse Indian Deathlock on me. I'll reiterate that this is one of the moves that requires the least amount of strength to apply. Yet, it inflicts a high amount of pain on your opponent. It is very effective and almost impossible to escape once locked in. Technically, once you know this hold, you'll technically become an unstoppable beast. Applying it in a competitive match is however virtually impossible. So yeah, this is usually a cooperative move.

All in all, this completes all my trips for this year. I think I'll take it easy for the upcoming months.

What about Puerto Vallarta? Don't worry, I didn't stay inside the whole time. I did the usual. You know: the beach, the sunset, too much food. I gained another five pounds and this does not include the upcoming holiday meals... EvilDark and I played quite a bit of Ping Pong. He also introduced me to Billiards, but I honestly suck and need more practice on the side. We saw a couple of nightly shows that were included at the resort, such as 3 Tenors singing, A Michael Jackson show (very typical), a circus, a reggae night, a risqué show and a cabaret.

Here's probably my best selfie cliché. It was taken in the El Centro in Puerto Vallarta at the edge of the Los Muertos Beach (The Dead Beach as per Google Translate).

Nearby is the Blue Chairs, a beach bar and hotel known to cater for the LGBT. Pass the Blue Chairs, the beach is too rocky and underdeveloped for any viable business, leaving this untouched beauty of the nature intact.

This is in contrast with what our hotel looks like. In the background of this silly selfie, you can see the man-made pools and the typical tanning chairs.

You'd think I follow baseball, but no, I just love the t-shirt and the fabric is so soft.

What are the Chicago Cubs anyway? Just kidding.

EvilDark insisted that I also add this picture below because I apparently look like a wrestler in it.

I don't know how it makes me look so, but you can ask him. It's just a typical selfie on the beach, but I guess I look mean and imposing instead of smiling.

Care for a wrestling match on the beach?
The red flag in the back is an indicator to let people know that they should not be swimming. Beach waves in PV are known to be rather fierce, high and aggressive. They are strong enough to knock you backwards or make you spin inside the water with a chance of bumping your head on a rock. Technically, it's a "Swim at your own risk" flag. The resort even installed several layers of rocks in order to reduce the impact and strength of the waves, but even there, they were occasionally still too strong or too dangerous for a safe swim.

Anyhow, it does feel quite surreal to be back in Montreal... and going back to work in about two weeks. Sometimes, we need a reality check, but it still doesn't hurt to go out and have fun once in a while. Okay... Maybe I had a bit too much fun with four different destinations, but it really really has been a long while since I made trips like these.

This map shows my overall itinerary, but not in the correct order. Burlington, Orlando, Boston and PV was the order I followed. Also, I did go back to Montreal in between each of the trips to switch out gear and luggage, but also to get a healthy dose of rest and sleep in between. After all, there is no place like home.

Trips are a good way to test your friendship and your compatibility to one and another. I've known EvilDark for 15 years now and we've been through a lot of good times, but we've also been through a few rough patches together. We've stopped wrestling competitively because of our ego and because of our anger. I still remember the time where we landed on the carpet and he'd refuse to let go, but also because I was stubborn and refuse to end the match when he clearly asked politely to end it. That was absolutely our game changer. We've never wrestled competitively to that level ever again. Today, we still apply holds on each other, sometimes, putting more strength than usual, sometimes not respecting our opponent's wish to release, holding him a tad longer, but we ultimately do a bigger effort to be mindful of each other... but yes, there is still this feeling of betrayal or vengeance that will sometimes linger between us when we lock on our wrestling holds. We went to two Wrestlefests together (2014 and 2016) and I got annoyed a couple of times. We think differently or behave inversely on a few things, so you can't expect friendships (or wrestlingships) to be perfect. Sometimes, you make compromises to make things work and continue to get along.

Anyhow, I went to downtown Puerto Vallarta on Saturday with EvilDark and we walked along the long side of Los Muertos Beach. We've decided to take a break by sitting on a bench. A young old Mexican boy approached me. I think he was maybe around maybe 10 years old or younger. EvilDark estimates him probably more around the age of 7. The boy showed me his hand and asked:

- "One dollar."

He was holding a small transparent bag of tortilla chips on the other hand, but I don't think he was selling me those. I reached anyway for my back pocket, but my friend told me:

- "No. You're not going to start that."

I hesitated for a moment, then I looked at the boy and told him:

- "Sorry."

He looked at my eyes, both sad and angry at the same time, then left. (I actually wish here that he'd look at EvilDark with those eyes instead.)

- "How much were you going to give him anyway?", asked EvilDark.

I answered:

- "Just one American dollar."

- "If you do that, every little kid will come to you and it won't end."

I was racked with guilt. I was telling myself, why should I listen to what others are telling me? I could have replied to my friend: "It's my money and I get to choose to do whatever I want to do with it." I looked to my right to see if the boy was still there, but the boy vanished.

Here I am, staying at an all-inclusive luxurious resort for a full week and I couldn't even have the hearts or the guts to spare a single dollar to a boy. It didn't matter to me if the boy was a trap, was poor or was rich. Let karma decide that. There was no other kid around, it was the only kid who asked me for a dollar during my downtown trip to PV. That feeling grudged me during the day. Maybe I'm letting small things like this affect me too much. I sometimes think that events like these are like a sudden flash test in my life and I failed it.

A friend told me that I should not look back. Maybe I can give two dollars to a boy that really needs it in the future. I could give it to a charitable organization, but I'm one of those that believe that a very small percentage of our donations actually reach or help the cause because it is riddled and consumed by administrative costs and other handling fees.

I missed ChicagoPiledriver by a bit. About a week after I left, he arrived in Puerto Vallarta to celebrate the holidays in style. I could have matched my time there with him, but prices for resort are usually quadrupled during that time of the year.

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