I'm currently sat on a park bench in the middle of a village called Aspull, within the north of the Greater Manchester metropolitan county, but historically in Lancashire, the home of Catch Wrestling. I'm about to set foot in one of the best known gyms in the world. Slightly nervous to say the least.
To me, it feels like I'm going back to where I pretty much began. When I first popped my head inside the doors of Fighting Fit, where it was then thoroughly kicked in, the style of grappling was very much Catch based. As rough as it comes. But since Stocky had his accident, that side of things has been lost. Therefore it's about time I went to where the whole thing originated from. Get back to my roots.
To me, it feels like I'm going back to where I pretty much began. When I first popped my head inside the doors of Fighting Fit, where it was then thoroughly kicked in, the style of grappling was very much Catch based. As rough as it comes. But since Stocky had his accident, that side of things has been lost. Therefore it's about time I went to where the whole thing originated from. Get back to my roots.
And I'm on my bike, which is me all over.
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