L is for Longcreek Drive

The first rule of Wrestling Club is that you don’t talk about wrestling club. The second rule of Wrestling club? Yeah you know the rundown. Fight Club was very popular when I was in college.

My roommates and I, we’ll call to them as the 3 Cs, loved the movie. In fact we loved it so much we staged our own Fight Club scenes, but instead of bare knuckle fighting we’d have Olympic style wrestling matches. 

C #1 wrestled in high school, and had a state champion older brother turned high school coach, so he was the reigning champion.

C #2 also wrestled in high school, but was 5’5″ and weighed 130 pounds soaking wet. He held his own, but was really too small to win very often.

C #3, like me didn’t know anything about wrestling, but was by far the biggest and strongest of the four of us.

I knew nothing about wrestling, but I am fairly athletic and was stronger than the first two Cs.

We had some epic battles that first year. We’d hold 3 or 4 matches a week. Entrance music and all. Wrestling club was was serious business. 

We lived on the 1st floor that first year, but due to maintenance issues we were forced to move upstairs shortly after our first lease expired. The very first night after we had new people move in below us Wrestling Club came to an end. Apparently, 4 21-22 year old men wrestling in an apartment is very noisy to people living below them.

I have lots of funny stories about living with those guys, but I’ll keep this post short as I am way behind on the challenge and need to write my M post as well tonight.

Remember the most important rule of Wrestling Club, if it’s your first night at Wrestling Club, you’ve gotta wrestle.

10 thoughts on “L is for Longcreek Drive

    • Sam April 17, 2016 / 8:52 am

      The fun never ended. I try my best to keep up with the three of them, but we all live in different areas. One in Charleston, one near Myrtle Beach, one in Columbia and me near Charlotte.

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  1. antoniusrex April 17, 2016 / 8:01 am

    This is fantastic! I wish I could have been a fly on the wall for that time. The closest I ever came to this was as a late teen. A couple of friends and I (5 of us) formed WAHO (pronounced “WAH-hoo”): Word Air Hockey Organization.

    We were silly.

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    • Just Plain Ol' Vic April 17, 2016 / 8:09 am

      Nothing silly about air hockey!

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    • Sam April 17, 2016 / 8:54 am

      We didn’t allow for wall flowers! If you were there you’d have to wrestle.

      I do like some air hockey. I imagine there would be a lot less rug burns and bruised egos with air hockey.

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      • antoniusrex April 17, 2016 / 3:39 pm

        Oh, I would have wrestled to be sure!

        You’d be surprised on the bruised egos with the air hockey…5 dudes from 18-21 years…the smack talking was intense, and sometimes mean…also, we were like the WWF, so cheating happened all the time…like moving someone’s soda/beer/girlfriend into the opponent’s play area…um…appendages coming out to distract…”Your Momma so ugly/stupid/slutty” jokes.

        There were a couple of chairs played too.

        Man, we were goofballs. 🙂

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      • Sam April 18, 2016 / 4:39 pm

        Appendages! I love it. We would let our lower “appendages” hang from our shorts and call another roommate’s name.

        It was called giving the the ball.

        It was surprisingly a lot of fun.

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  2. Linda April 17, 2016 / 12:23 pm

    I laughed out loud just over the visuals of your epic battles. 🙂

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    • Sam April 17, 2016 / 12:27 pm

      The funniest thing if all was when the 5 foot 100 pound girl from below put us in our place.

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