Fedding: How it started for me.
Apr 21, 2016 21:47:57 GMT -6
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Post by Mother Russia Account Now on Apr 21, 2016 21:47:57 GMT -6
It all started nearly nineteen years ago. Looking back it's hard to fathom that over half of my life has been tied to fedding one way or another.
It all started one boredom stricken Saturday morning. I hopped on the desktop and began surfing the web at twelve years old. I came across MSN, I mean I was already familiar with the site. Their messenger was the pinnacle at the time. Browsing through I stumbled upon the chat rooms. Back then the lists were vast, getting lost was relatively easy.
After joining room after room, you know young boy shit like flirt rooms and yes PM sexting, I stumbled upon a love of mine. That was professional wrestling. The title was a little misleading because it wasn't affiliated with at the time the WWF brand. It simply mentioned wrestling in its description box.
I remember the excitement to this day before clicking it. Finally I was going to be able to talk to like minded individuals about something I was truly passionate about. I was a HUGE Savage and Rick Rude fan and I wanted the world to know it. Rick was a guy I always envisioned being. His body was immaculate. He was bold and courageous and he gave zero fucks about what anyone else thought. Savage well he was my all-time favorite. He had that raspy voice and at that time was one of the only daredevils with the top rope elbow drop. Everyone and I mean everyone had to know immediately. So I made my name Savage Is God and hit click.
When I entered though something strange happened. The whole room was silent. There were only two guys typing back and forth with one another. They would type moves, pausing briefly while executing. Like one guy would go:
Guy 1: Hooks Guy 2 into suplex position.
I didn't realize until later that Guy 1 was actually giving the other guy an opportunity to reverse.
I didn't even really care I wanted in. I watched as these two went at it. Making a text base match that could essentially rival scripted fed results today. They were fair and kind to one another and IF one did hit his patent finisher the other didn't bother trying to kick out. They were extremely civil, little did they know that once this twelve year old got his turn? He wasn't going to be.
Two days later I got my wish. I became familiar with the group and kept pestering them to let me go. It was a little overwhelming at first. I was a slow peck typer and these cats could bang out the words. The guy with the hammer next to his name decided he was going to take me on and boy was I ready. They assigned a random referee to do the counting and away we went.
I'll admit I was a douche. I reversed relatively everything he threw my way. It didn't help my cause any that basically five sentences in I was going for my finisher. I didn't appreciate the art form they had at the time nor did I understand it. I just wanted the other guys to think I was cool. So I tried to destroy him in Goldberg fashion. I won but my real motive backfired. I had disappointed everyone that I desperately wanted acceptance from. In a sense I defeated myself.
The host private messaged me afterwards. Typically after a match chat would start back up after a GM scrolled across the board. I was radio silence. I received zero good match (GM) feedback. The host proceeded to tell me what I did wrong. He told me that it was necessarily winning and losing that mattered. It was all about the fun and interaction with one another. I still didn't fully understand. Why wouldn't you want to win? Don't you want to be the bad ass?
It mattered none though. I stuck by and played by their rules. Fast forward two years and I was starting to get good. My move set had increased tenfold. People were asking me privately if I wanted to go. I was in the thick of it. I was a crowned champion.
We started to branch out. There were rival wrestling chatrooms and Saturdays had become the days we'd leap over and challenge their groups. We'd literally train all week on technique, contrasts, and new fresh moves. We'd snow ball ideas with our clique on how to handle what. We just wanted to look strong and we were. To tell you we'd clean sweep other groups would be a lie but we always had a sense of pride when it was over. Some didn't play by our chivalry type rules and would speed type you to extinction. Others were just boring and bland. It was hit or miss but we ALWAYS learned something.
Fast forward a year from then. Our faithful leader has created something new. He created us our own e-fed on MSN groups. He goes on to explain that the matches will still be dictated in chat format but now we have an opportunity to make promo's, have champion brackets, and create a character more specifically.
I know you're all wondering, who did you play. Keep in mind before I tell you my age. I was a character named "RaGe". Yes the G was capitalized. No my face had no relevance to the name. I was Stone Cold. When I say I was Stone Cold I mean just that. The moveset was precise. The catchphrases were used. The gimmick was the same. Aside from the name I was a carbon copy.
This went on for probably six months. Not the character but the Feds operating system. The rooms began to die down, people were unable to make events. That's when your more traditional today fedding started. Things became roleplay based, matches started being written by the fed owners.
My first love eventually died. Participation dropped, results kept getting delayed and we've all been there once, the place ceased to exist. So what's a kid to do now? The only thing I've known, the one thing I've invested so much time and effort into vanished without a trace.
With every closed door another opens. I ended up meeting my most treasured friend. She was a girl named Sam. Her character was Tayrn. You may or may not remember her as Tayrn Black during the latter years. I was garbage. My promos were pathetic and she was the exact opposite. Hands down to this day I believe she is the best female role player to ever exist.
She took me under her wing. We whored ourselves out to as many Feds as we possibly could handle at once. That's when my identity from RaGe to Chris Burden crossed over. I had finally created an original superstar with his own personal move-set and genuine gimmick. I followed her like a lost puppy, I loved her. Now before you perceive this the wrong way, I'm not talking romantically. However though I haven't heard from her in a decade those feelings are still true to this day. I'll always be her protégé and she'll always be the one that believed in me.
I was bored and this is stupid. If you want more just ask for it. Otherwise I'll leave it at that. If you want to jump in and list your story feel free.
It all started one boredom stricken Saturday morning. I hopped on the desktop and began surfing the web at twelve years old. I came across MSN, I mean I was already familiar with the site. Their messenger was the pinnacle at the time. Browsing through I stumbled upon the chat rooms. Back then the lists were vast, getting lost was relatively easy.
After joining room after room, you know young boy shit like flirt rooms and yes PM sexting, I stumbled upon a love of mine. That was professional wrestling. The title was a little misleading because it wasn't affiliated with at the time the WWF brand. It simply mentioned wrestling in its description box.
I remember the excitement to this day before clicking it. Finally I was going to be able to talk to like minded individuals about something I was truly passionate about. I was a HUGE Savage and Rick Rude fan and I wanted the world to know it. Rick was a guy I always envisioned being. His body was immaculate. He was bold and courageous and he gave zero fucks about what anyone else thought. Savage well he was my all-time favorite. He had that raspy voice and at that time was one of the only daredevils with the top rope elbow drop. Everyone and I mean everyone had to know immediately. So I made my name Savage Is God and hit click.
When I entered though something strange happened. The whole room was silent. There were only two guys typing back and forth with one another. They would type moves, pausing briefly while executing. Like one guy would go:
Guy 1: Hooks Guy 2 into suplex position.
I didn't realize until later that Guy 1 was actually giving the other guy an opportunity to reverse.
I didn't even really care I wanted in. I watched as these two went at it. Making a text base match that could essentially rival scripted fed results today. They were fair and kind to one another and IF one did hit his patent finisher the other didn't bother trying to kick out. They were extremely civil, little did they know that once this twelve year old got his turn? He wasn't going to be.
Two days later I got my wish. I became familiar with the group and kept pestering them to let me go. It was a little overwhelming at first. I was a slow peck typer and these cats could bang out the words. The guy with the hammer next to his name decided he was going to take me on and boy was I ready. They assigned a random referee to do the counting and away we went.
I'll admit I was a douche. I reversed relatively everything he threw my way. It didn't help my cause any that basically five sentences in I was going for my finisher. I didn't appreciate the art form they had at the time nor did I understand it. I just wanted the other guys to think I was cool. So I tried to destroy him in Goldberg fashion. I won but my real motive backfired. I had disappointed everyone that I desperately wanted acceptance from. In a sense I defeated myself.
The host private messaged me afterwards. Typically after a match chat would start back up after a GM scrolled across the board. I was radio silence. I received zero good match (GM) feedback. The host proceeded to tell me what I did wrong. He told me that it was necessarily winning and losing that mattered. It was all about the fun and interaction with one another. I still didn't fully understand. Why wouldn't you want to win? Don't you want to be the bad ass?
It mattered none though. I stuck by and played by their rules. Fast forward two years and I was starting to get good. My move set had increased tenfold. People were asking me privately if I wanted to go. I was in the thick of it. I was a crowned champion.
We started to branch out. There were rival wrestling chatrooms and Saturdays had become the days we'd leap over and challenge their groups. We'd literally train all week on technique, contrasts, and new fresh moves. We'd snow ball ideas with our clique on how to handle what. We just wanted to look strong and we were. To tell you we'd clean sweep other groups would be a lie but we always had a sense of pride when it was over. Some didn't play by our chivalry type rules and would speed type you to extinction. Others were just boring and bland. It was hit or miss but we ALWAYS learned something.
Fast forward a year from then. Our faithful leader has created something new. He created us our own e-fed on MSN groups. He goes on to explain that the matches will still be dictated in chat format but now we have an opportunity to make promo's, have champion brackets, and create a character more specifically.
I know you're all wondering, who did you play. Keep in mind before I tell you my age. I was a character named "RaGe". Yes the G was capitalized. No my face had no relevance to the name. I was Stone Cold. When I say I was Stone Cold I mean just that. The moveset was precise. The catchphrases were used. The gimmick was the same. Aside from the name I was a carbon copy.
This went on for probably six months. Not the character but the Feds operating system. The rooms began to die down, people were unable to make events. That's when your more traditional today fedding started. Things became roleplay based, matches started being written by the fed owners.
My first love eventually died. Participation dropped, results kept getting delayed and we've all been there once, the place ceased to exist. So what's a kid to do now? The only thing I've known, the one thing I've invested so much time and effort into vanished without a trace.
With every closed door another opens. I ended up meeting my most treasured friend. She was a girl named Sam. Her character was Tayrn. You may or may not remember her as Tayrn Black during the latter years. I was garbage. My promos were pathetic and she was the exact opposite. Hands down to this day I believe she is the best female role player to ever exist.
She took me under her wing. We whored ourselves out to as many Feds as we possibly could handle at once. That's when my identity from RaGe to Chris Burden crossed over. I had finally created an original superstar with his own personal move-set and genuine gimmick. I followed her like a lost puppy, I loved her. Now before you perceive this the wrong way, I'm not talking romantically. However though I haven't heard from her in a decade those feelings are still true to this day. I'll always be her protégé and she'll always be the one that believed in me.
I was bored and this is stupid. If you want more just ask for it. Otherwise I'll leave it at that. If you want to jump in and list your story feel free.
