Fats can't run ropes...AGAIN Hello my fellow FPH netizens!  I find myself again in the Midwest for an independent wrestling show.  There was a morning seminar scheduled for this morning, and the guy leading the seminar found himself with food poisoning and canceled at the last minute.  I was asked by the organizers if I would fill in and give the two hour seminar instead.  My spidey sense told me to say no, but I'm still a money mark so naturally I was an idiot, ignored the voice in my head screaming "No!" and said I'd do it. The first hour was for beginners, and the second hour was geared towards more advanced workers.  The first hour went off without a hitch; a lot of great young men and young women, with little to no experience just learning basics.  The second hour, however, was the millstone around my fucking neck.  I had a HUGE fat from a school down the highway, run by a famous yet absentee owner.  He was on the card for tonight, and after what I saw, I'm sure it's solely because of the school he's attending (that seems to be slipping.)  I'm working with the boys and the girls on some techniques using the ropes.  We're talking some off the ropes type stuff.  Well, when it comes time for the fat to run to the ropes, jump to the second rope, turn and throw the splash, all hell breaks loose, and now the show is down two workers. I should have known something was off when the ham, a 6'2, 400 lb behemoth, got winded doing simple warmups like running the ropes (his timing was WAY OFF), basic flatback bumps, etc.  I just chocked it up to a ham being a ham; I figured he was just out of shape.  Well, we worked on the technique I discussed earlier, and that's where we come to the hitch in the giddyup.  He's huffing, puffing and wheezing beofre he makes his first attempt.  He starts his run, gets to the second rope and immediately slips off the rope and falls flat on his back.  "Okay, Lardzilla, try again and keep your center of balance.  Don't lean back until you're read to make your leap."  Second attempt, he makes his run off his partner's irish whip, gets to the second rope, makes his turn and just kind of turns and flops, doing this weird roll right into his partner's knees.  CRACK!  Partner is screaming in pain, and Lardzilla says "why didn't you catch me?"  He literally never got any height!  The partner is in visible pain but says he wants to keep going because he paid $150 for this, even though I want him to get checked out.  Okay fair enough.  The third time, partner uses the Irish Whip to throw fatty, fatty jumps to the second rope...and immediately falls forward over the ropes, into the post and out of the ring holding his neck.   Shit. Finally, the trainer is called, and Fatty ends up insisting on being taken to the hospital to have his neck looked at.  "I can't possibly compete after this, and by the way Mr. Promoter, when do I get my money?"  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?  The trainer looks at the partner's knee and he offers to drive Shitlord partner to the hospital because the trainer's pretty sure his ACL is blown out.  So the show is down one, possibly two workers tonight, all because this fat can't seem to do ANYTHING right, but is getting pushed because he's so "big" and he's from a school owned by a big name.  This fatass has supposedly been wrestling for 8 months, but the guys and girls in the beginner class all did EVERYTHING better than this tub of shit.  I have no idea how he was going to work a match unless he was going to do the typical out of shape "big man" gimmick of standing in the middle of the ring and have a smaller man run at him and then fatty delivers a pathetic finisher.  This guy couldn't even run ropes well, and his attitude sucks. Fats really do ruin everything.