First "Wrestling Club" Meeting

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Alright, listen up knuckleheads!

First, I'm gonna go over the rules, so keep it quiet and clean out your ears!

The First Rule of Wrestling Club: You Tell Your Friends About Wrestling Club. We got a small roster right now, we'll need more than you sorry bunch to keep things interesting.
The Second Rule of Wrestling Club: You Do Not Tell Principle Connor About Wrestling Club. I'm serious, screwheads.
The Third Rule of Wrestling Club: If This Is Your First Day At Wrestling Club, You Must Wrestle. Yeah, simple enough for you kids? Good.
The Fourth Rule of Wrestling Club: Fight Where I Can See You. I can only keep my eyes in one place, and I don't want anyone losing anything vital when I got my back turned, got it?
The Fifth Rule of Wrestling Club: I Am the King, And My Word Is Law. You will all learn to hail to the King.

Now, before I can actually set you kids into fondling tearing each other apart, I'm gonna need you to sign waivers about injuries. If you're still a minor, just forge your parent's signature like a good kid, alright? ::sets waivers down on a table next to a bunch of pens::


Now look, we ain't exactly running Olympic style wrestling here, and if it were my choice, this class would simply be called Brawl Club, since some idiot already copyrighted and franchised Fight Club. I'll show you basic holds, good places to hit, and some tricks to help even the odds when you find yourself unarmed and surrounded by dozens of evil miniature copies of yourself.

Now I'm gonna take role.
When I come down the line, you give me:

Your Name [ooc: And Fandom, just for my convenience, okay?]
Fight Experience
Previous Training
And if you have it, Ms. Sidle's Phone and Room Number Cause I want me some of the Sweet Sidle Sugar, baby

Alright, after I finish role and you hand in your waivers, find someone else, introduce yourself, and come to me all nice and paired-up like. I'll give you further instructions then.

Edit 1: Alright, I just got reminded that we'll also be needing a couple of score-keepers to make sure everything is written down, nice and proper. Obviously, this is a non-combatant position, so if you know anyone not butch enough to fight like the entirety of Male Fans of Celine Dion, you have them come here or leave me a message, got it?

[ooc: Okay. So, give me the info for the roll call, fill out a waiver, and pair up. That's what's the agenda. Remember, walk-ins are welcome]

Comments

[e-verdigris.livejournal.com]

*emboldened by Ash's directions, is eager for the next lesson*

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::realizes he didn't properly phrase himself before::

Come on, anybody going to step up? Don't make me start calling you knuckleheads up.

[cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com]

Boone whose mun is about to fall in o bed, so he would nee this to be quick, yes is standing there, trying to be invisible so the coach won't single him out.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

[ooc: go to sleep, then... I think our moderate burst of activity died.]

::Looks up and down the line, of students, and just shakes his head::

If you kids ain't gonna volunteer, we don't have a wrestling club!

I'm dismissing for the day. You screwheads really better be ready to knock skulls next week, or else. Get out of here!

::starts writing on his clipboard about needing better organization and motivation::

[cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com]

[OOC: *Nods* I do need sleep. But, you know. I'm obsessive and whatnot. So yeah...thanks for the dismissal!]