I dabbled in wrestling training pretty extensively when I was about 15, ended up doing it for about a year or so.
Started with Futureshock Wrestling through one of their taster sessions catered entirely to people who had never done any wrestling before and didn't injure myself or anyone else, so figured I'd keep on going with it. I knew of them because they were, and still continue to run shows about five minutes from my house, and though I'd never attended one of their shows, they seemed to be churning out some good products, most notably as of late Jack Gallagher and Zack Gibson, so what did I have to lose? They had my £15, so off I went. Already I was conscious of the fact that we had to walk up into a mill, through a gym full of roidhead maniacs who looked capable of pressing me five times over, so it was a fairly intimidating time for me to be tumbling through wearing my Kevin Owens t-shirt and shitty Lonsdale boxing boots. This was in my indywank stage of my fandom, so my entire perception of myself throughout my first few months was that I was the next big thing because I had a good flip bump, and could do a box-jump from the floor to the apron.
My first trainer was Dave Rayne, which was alright. A solid trainer but as I started, he was phasing himself out of wrestling, so the majority of my training was done under Xander Cooper, which was great. He was an excellent trainer who genuinely cared about the standard of trainees that he was producing, as well as making sure we knew what we were doing as opposed to rushing us onto shows to fill out the numbers. He seems to have disappeared from Futureshock as of late which is a shame.
As with many young trainees who presumed they knew everything about the business after watching a few PWG highlight compilations on Youtube, I too was susceptible to many a fuck up. This includes, but isn't limited to...
-Being in the ring practising stalling suplexes with a mixture of trainees and those who had already wrestled a few times on the shows who came down to the fundamental sessions to brush up their knowledge / help the new guys / boost their ego. Amongst these was the Women's Champion at the time, who was always sound with me. It comes to my turn, and she posts off fine, and the lift up goes fine. She's in the air for a few seconds when I get the fucking brainwave to end my suplex with a jumping bump as opposed to me just slowly lowering myself down, because I saw Prince Devitt do it in Japan, innit? So I do the move and instantly hear gasps and "oh fuck!" and I turn around beaming, expecting Vince himself to walk through the door, and yet nobody looks happy and the woman taking the move is still down and the trainer taking the class is instantly next to her. Only when I watched it back on video did I see that instead of her taking the back bump, I'd literally spiked her head on the mat, essentially delivering a shoot brainbuster to the woman main-eventing the next show. Rightfully took a bollocking for that one.
-Being almost knocked out in the first training match I ever had in one of the Advanced classes. It should've been dead simple. The guy who I was facing was making his comeback and included a jumping knee, similar to the one HHH does. All he tells me when I ask how to take it is "don't worry, just keep yourself open" - fair enough advice. The spot comes and he's good to his word, coming in without much speed and at a height where he's no danger to me, except I'm a fucking moron who sees a bigger guy flying toward me and instantly tuck my chin and form a standing brace position, obviously leading to him kneeing me right in the jaw and me dropping to the floor like a bag of shite.
-It was the weekend of Wrestlemania 30, and on the Saturday night a handful of the younger crowd all congregated at the house of a mate who also trained, because we were dedicated to the art and he lived closest to the training school, damnit. Training was on the Sunday morning, so after pulling an all nighter we dragged ourselves outside and proceeded to perform in the two worst singles matches ever exhibited to this planet. The highlight of which being the match being thrown out after I couldn't stop laughing following my opponent whispering "I've forgot the next spot, take a reverse rana", me thinking "sack that" and ducking down, leading to him flying over my head and landing arse first.
-Having to "retire" after injuring myself throwing a fucking lockup. A year or so into training and locking up caused an injury which I never really made the effort to get back into it from. It really is the simple things that can fuck you over. I managed to trap a nerve in my elbow which required physio and ultrasound, and I never really had the drive to go back. That, and I don't drive and it seemed unfair to expect my 75 year old Grandad ferry me up to Oldham three times a week so I could practice fake fighting.
They were genuinely great times. I was lucky enough to work with a few guys currently tearing it up on the UK scene, and got to attend seminars held by the likes of Nigel McGuinness (shit), Jay Lethal (good, but not worth the money) and Spud (incredibly intelligent man). Some of my favourite memories of those times involved me wrestling, whether it came from me sat in the car on the way home buzzing about getting a move right, fantasy booking the entire company for a year with mates, pulling all-nighters watching Cage of Death matches on Youtube with guys I'd met through training. I regret not giving it another crack, but it is what it is. I'd love to get back into it. Probably still got time, but it's a ballache to get to/afford and there's nowhere really viable to train near Uni.
Something I'd absolutely recommend if you even have the slightest desire to give it a whirl.