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Sunday October 20 2019 - Ottawa week-end

I took a trip to Ottawa by train this week-end. This was sort of a last minute trip. I usually plan my travels at least a month in advance. This was an exception, but I'll get to that shortly.

Previously, both CanWrestle (id 9693) and MineBuster (id 5188) came to visit me in Montreal several times in the past few years and at least twice separately in the recent months, so it was only a matter of time that I would repay them the favor. The other reason I had to do this now is that there's a possible career/job change for me in the coming weeks that will technically restrict any travel that I can do for the next 6 months due to a probation period that I'll be going through.

Anyhow, I took a stay at the Albert at Bay Suite Hotel in Ottawa and purposely selected a Luxury King One Bedroom Suite which would give me a large 1,000 square feet room that would cover my needs for a wrestling space. I transported the king bed to the living room (gosh, that was terribly difficult), put on the bed straps at each corner and I was all set. CanWrestle told me previously that he worked as a front desk attendant/clerk previously and I had completely forgotten about it. This is the reason why he recommended me this hotel and why I always pick this one when I'm in town. It's spacious and ideal for wrestling.

I had a match early morning with ZeakMartin. A nice Pakistani wrestler, smaller than me, but with a drive for heeling that is far beyond mine. He's a very very sensual guy, preferring a one-on-one sessions and flaunting his prize and his slim and lean body over his opponents. I would call our match a passive submission match, where I would just let him apply his holds, defend from his attacks slightly and let him strike a submission after another. One thing I did notice is that ZeakMartin does not reset when a tap is made. Instead, he'll follow up with the next move. However, I'm sure if I had asked nicely, we would have gone right to a lock-up position.

From his small frame, I determined that I could probably make him tap easily with a body scissors, but he already knew that and he made really sure to stay clear from them.

His accuracy, unparalleled flexibility and speed and his heel-driven mind are what best describes ZeakMartin. This heel-driven aspect allows him to switch from one hold to another effortlessly. His reaction speed makes it such that if you blink for a second, you'll find yourself under ZeakMartin, not knowing what had just happened.

MineBuster (id 5188) was my next match right in the afternoon. He was actually the one who suggested that I get in touch with both ZeakMartin and KickSands, the latter of which who would join us two hours later.

MineBuster was at an advantage because my left side was sensitive. It's as if my left ribs would react intensively on any body scissor impact or friction. Since MineBuster's thighs are thick, it covers a wide area and can easily press me in such a way that I will immediately laugh and undoubtedly submit. With this handicap in mind, MineBuster easily crushed me and I felt totally useless and unworthy of his might and power.

I was able to get a video with MineBuster, but he did ask me not to show his face. So, all you get is a mysteriously strong and handsome wrestler crushing me to death with a body scissors.

Since KickSands was coming in later, I skimmed quickly his devastating, terrifyingly awesome reviews, and I knew that a sub match was coming. With that in mind, I switched to an energy conservation mode in preparation for the dreadnought that would arrive shortly. I suggested to MineBuster to do a give and take session where I can give him a handful of head scissors for him to enjoy. This would allow me to recover slightly from the mild injury of my left side.

When KickSands came in, I took the opportunity to let MineBuster and KickSands go at each other. Lo and behold, I was devastated to see that KickSands was utterly in control of MineBuster. He was swirling around, giving MineBuster such a very hard time. MineBuster told me he was a bit disappointed at his own performance because he believes he could easily handle KickSands due to his smaller frame.

I was scared. If KickSands can destroy MineBuster who looked as if he was twice his size, how would I get out of there alive? I locked in with KickSands and immediately took out my best weaponry, the big guns

, sort of a desperation attack: I latched on him my infamous body scissors.

To my surprise, KickSands submitted. I then took back a bit more defensively, trying to see what kind of attacks KickSands would throw at me and I determined that he was executing holds that I could relatively defend against and that I had enough resistance, willpower and pain tolerance to sustain most of what KickSands was locking into me.

We were puzzled, if not shocked. I can't do anything to MineBuster and MineBuster can easily destroy me within a few seconds, but KickSands can destroy MineBuster with relative ease. KickSands had trouble dealing with me, but I was able to have a relatively good control of him: a body scissor, if above the coccyx, was a guaranteed win if I don't let KickSands use any pressure points. We eventually determined that this 3-way match was more a game of rock, paper and scissors.

MineBuster beats Loserboy, Loserboy beats KickSands, KickSands beats MineBuster.... and the inverse is not necessarily true. It was pretty amusing. KickSands gave me an example how this is possible: MineBuster's thighs are large and spread the pressure on a wider area when he gives a body scissor, which gives KickSands an easier time to defend against them. My thighs are smaller, so my scissors press on a concentrated area and have a higher efficiency on KickSands. I guess this would be the equivalent of saying that pushing 2 ribs is easier than pushing 5 ribs.

Later on, we've decided to even out the odds by double teaming each other. Funnily, I ended up being the traitor quite frequently. I was either helping MineBuster beat up KickSands, or I was helping KickSands beat up MineBuster. I don't think I've ever put used the arm scissor with the arm lock as much as I did in this encounter. It was pretty fun to hold an opponent down and let your tag team opponent lash out his revenge or his desire and appetite for destruction. I would classify KickSands and MineBuster both as heels, both of which seem to hold a pride and honor for their willingness to fight and their persistence to win.

Being more a jobber-oriented wrestler, it doesn't really matter much for me if I win or if I lose. I will still give my best if asked to do so, but if I lose, it doesn't shatter my pride as much as these guys.

I guess that made me less of a target. One thing I've noticed is that KickSands and MineBuster would still struggle and try to break free when they are being double-teamed. I give up and stay almost defenseless (if not, motionless) when I am being double-teamed. What's the point of fighting back against two people at the same time? Unless you have the strength of a hulk, it's pretty impossible and useless. It would mean spending a lot energy to avoid the inescapable and getting out of it completely spent, worn-out and incapable of fighting any further.

KickSands came up with a funny remark during our match. Whenever I stopped helping MineBuster, KickSand suggested that "Your partner meter is now empty."

MineBuster later had to leave for his D&D night, so I was able to get some time alone with KickSands. I took the opportunity to toy with him a bit and occasionally, letting him get a few free locks and wins because it was a very fun thing to do.

In the evening, we've both decided to attend a theater play where CanWrestle (id 9693) is the lead actor. It was called "The Boys in the Band" and this was shown at the Gladstone Theater. CanWrestle was also the a co-director of the play. I had a friend that also does community theater as well and I can see the investment: a mountain (months) of effort, rehearsal, time, sweat and dedication that all of this represents. The play was terrific and I adore CanWrestle's rendition of Michael. I was glad to attend this because I've never seen this side of CanWrestle before. On top of being a great wrestler, he's also a great actor.

I was able to recognize some of the parts of the play because CanWrestle and I rehearsed a couple of lines when he visited me back in August. I'll reiterate that I'm still very impresssed at him being able to memorize and act out so many pages and lines of text.

After the play, CanWrestle spent the night at my hotel and the next morning, we've tangled lightly. Giving his exhaustion, I went very light and cooperatively took any holds he was willing to lock in.

I had KickSands come in again for an encore later, but CanWrestle scooted out in fear of being KickSands' punching bag. Heheheh...

I went a lot lighter with KickSands and I've noticed that he started understanding the weak points of my thighs and legs and pressed on them as much and as hard as he could. I did manage to insert a few subs of my own to annoy the hell out of him. I learned from this meet that KickSands has a mix of cubano/chinese descent. He tells me that this puzzles most people. I find it charming. It's a nice mix.

Overall, perseverance, strength, sportmanship, consistency and agility are the core values of KickSands' wrestling skillsets. By sportmanship, I am referring to KickSands' consent of opponent-made rules: he never rejected my request to go back on the center of the mattress whenever I asked for it.

That being said, to come back on the subject of pride, I saw KickSands and MineBuster go at it on each other on the carpet on numerous occasions during our match this week-end. I had told them that some of my wrestling comradeship have been destroyed by carpet burns, but they wouldn't listen. I guess carpet burns means nothing when you can successfully land a submission on your opponent.

As the week-end ended, I realized that, CanWrestle aside, I was older than KickSands (26, 163 lbs), ZeakMartin (26, 126 lbs) and MineBuster (26, 240 lbs). I'm 39. Gosh. These guys make me feel old. I'm gonna cry.

I dunno what it is with the 26s, it's probably sheer coincidence.

Needless to say, I had an amazing week-end in Ottawa and I'll be back for sure.

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