When I lived in California I wrestled several times with Bill in his basement on Gaviota Street, a a dimly lighted, quiet and cool, spacious and private confine in which to carry on, dank smells mixed with sweat.
I used to wrestle him wearing my "rasslin' speedos" (akin to old&favored jeans, the material eventually disintegrated) and Bill's loaned Pony boxing shoes.
It is fun not worrying about one's noise quotient, and to be able to clench, groan, crank and roll for several hours, in an unfettered manner.
Plus, his "tips" for foiling your opponents/partners, such as using your five o'clock shadow to discomfort a hold (Never shave before a match, Mate). Bill admitted liking his head trapped in my thighs while I locked one of his arms (a "resting" maneuver), and he could put me away at will.
But one of my best moments on mats with him was throwing him off me, one time, when he had me trapped in a pin. 'Surprised us both.
The volume of heartfelt reminisences are his tribute. What is lovely never dies, but passes in to other loveliness.
I had IM'd with him recently, but was not aware of an illness, nor were we in regular contact.
I'm curious to know what facilitated his demise.
It certainly cannot encumber Bill Hughe's spirit.
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im blown away ive been traing hard to meet bill to wrestle him etc later in may, im so shocked with this news, im shaking...bill and i had been friends on the net etc for some time, and to me as a young wrestler/bodybuilder, he has been my total insperation.
he is going to be so miss3d by this news of his passing from gay and st8 wrestlers world wide, and by me that is fact.may peace fall beside you bill, from a young guy who trully looked up to you....bryan
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