Wrestling Journal Entry #5

(My Lack Of) Free Wrestling…

Joining the main class was overwhelming to say the least. I was training with people who had been doing this for one year, two years, three years, even more, and here I was with about three or four months training underneath my belt. I didn’t want to slow them down by being behind on the wrestling skills and techniques, but most importantly, I didn’t want to hurt anyone with my inexperience. The people I train with are good people. I also worry a lot.

Enter my first free wrestling drill. I wasn’t expecting to do this so soon, but here it was. There were about ten of us, so two people were on the mats free wrestling with each other, and the rest of us were sitting around the mats, waiting to tag in and get our few licks in. I was hesitant to tag in, but Diego was sure that I would be fine… and also gave me no choice.

I tagged in. And pushed the other guy. And then felt my body and blew him a kiss. Total wrestling moves performed = 0. Then I picked him up and dropped him with a body slam, and followed that vicious wrestling move by standing over him and dancing. Total wrestling moves performed = 1.

My ineptitude to come up with wrestling on the fly can only be cured with time and more training, so I shouldn’t be too hard on myself.

That’s the beautiful thing about wrestling. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been doing it – two months, five years, 15 years – there is always something new to learn, so you have all the time in the world to learn new things about this amazing craft.



What would a man be without his Army of Skanks friends.

These girls have been my ride-or-die day ones, and I have been friends with majority of them ever since I was 12. 13 years later, and we are as close as ever. Sure, we may drive each other nuts, and have small issues with each other, but at the end of the day, we love each other, but most importantly, support each other.

When I decided I was going to start my training to become a professional wrestler, I wanted to get the opinion of my girl friends. For some reason, I was feeling insecure and thought that the reaction would be negative from some, if not, all of them. But I was overwhelmed with positive feedback and opinions; a couple especially were along the lines of “Well it’s about time you started wrestling. I’ve always thought you were going to do that.”

I don’t know where I’d be without such a great support network, and these girls have pushed me from day one to become the best version of myself I can be.

To Amanda, Cara, Emilie, Leearna, Nikki-jayne, Rachel and Sian. Thank you for everything you have ever done for me, because every little small action or gesture you have given me has to led to this moment.

The big news…

At this point, I had been training consistently for about four or five months. It was drilled into us from day one that we wouldn’t get in the ring to perform until we were crisp and ready to go, and I was in total agreement with it. I didn’t want to wrestle a match until I was completely sure in myself, along with the approval of my trainers, that I was ready to go.

It was early June 2017 when Leigh and Diego pulled Dylan and I aside to chat. I went into this conversation thinking they would say something along the lines of “We’re proud of how much effort you are putting into training and we just wanted to let you know it’s gone unnoticed.” That part of the conversation did happen; however, there was more to come.

They wanted to put Dylan and I in the first ever APWG Rumble match.

I was shook. I never thought I’d get in the ring and participate in any match so early on in my training, and at first, I was hesitant and a bit worried that they were chucking me in too early. Granted, they did say we’d have small spots and would be performing as glorified rookies, but it was still a big task.

I was excited. I was nervous. I was EXCITED. I was damn nervous.

Nikki would be making his official in-ring debut on 1 July 2017. It was happening. All my years of watching wrestling and hoping that one day I would be able to do that was coming.

– by Nikki

Happy 35th Anniversary to My Parents!

My parents are honestly couple goals.

On this date 35 years ago, my parents got married. And what is amazing about this is that each day, they fall more in love with each other. If you hear that old trope that “marriage ruins relationships”, then let me be the one to tell you that is false because my parents are living proof of this.

This was taken exactly two years ago, when my sisters and I crashed their anniversary dinner. What legends.

In their time together, they’ve had five children, – one obviously better than the other and I am definitely talking about myself here – countless amounts of homes, about five dogs (correct me if I am wrong), and one hell of a journey together.

As a sort of present to them, and a way to celebrate their coral/jade anniversary, I gave them both a quick questionnaire to answer about the other. Here is what they had to say:

1. When and where did you meet dad? How old were you and how old was he? He was 14 and I saw him at a basketball game. I was 16.
2. What was your first impression of him? Didn’t think much of him.
3. When and where was your first date? At the movies on Queen Street in November 1976.
4. What did his parents think of you when they first met you? I never met them (when we were dating).
5. When and where was your first kiss? At the movie.
6. How did he propose? What was his first reaction? He proposed on the step of my house in November 1982.
7. What were your first thoughts when you saw him at your wedding? Grey. He was wearing grey.
8. How many kids did you plan to have? At least two.
9. What is your favourite memory with him? When Toni was sitting on the bed, she was sitting on the bed in her white dress and it took his breath away.
10. What is your favourite thing about him now? He is the most handsome man in the whole wide world.

1. When and where did you meet mum? How old were you and how old was she? Newmarket in Auckland, New Zealand. I was 16 and she was 18.
2. What was your first impression of her? I had no impression.
3. When and where was your first date? Movie on Friday night in Auckland city
4. What did her parents think of you when they first met you? I’m not too sure. They were very open and friendly.
5. When and where was your first kiss? The movie in Auckland on our first date.
6. How did you propose? What was her first reaction? I asked her in front of her home. She was happy.
7. What were your first thoughts when you saw her at your wedding? I’m getting married to her.
8. How many kids did you plan to have? No real number.
9. What is your favourite memory with her? In the temple when we got married and had Toni and Stacie sealed to us.
10. What is your favourite thing about her now? Her support for me and the family.

Besides some slight miscommunication on question one (looks at dad), and also I’m pretty sure both of their favourite memories together was having their fifth and final child, they are truly the most perfect couple! Happy anniversary mum and dad! I love you a bunch!

– by Noah La’ulu

BUY: Lighthouse

The long-awaited sequel to The Heart Wants What It Wants has finally hit the digital shelves!

I’m very excited to release the sequel to my first novel entitled Lighthouse, featuring more antics from Devlin Blackthorn and Jase Morgan. Not to spoil the the ending of the first novel, but the sequel explores Devlin’s unique search for love.

Once again by the delicate hand of Vivienne Pintado.

For all vendors of the digital copy of the novel, you can find at this one universal link.

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Happy reading!

For Spotify users, please enjoy this unofficial playlist while reading the book. It will definitely set the tone.


– by Noah La’ulu

The Problem of Being a Princess Traveller

Three and a half stars is my absolute minimum.

If you can’t tell by the travel part of Widow’s Lure, I absolutely love to travel. Seeing new places, meeting new people, trying new things… it’s all such an incredible experience. But so far, as a 24-year-old man, I have only been able to visit four countries (five if you include Australia).

But if I’m going to be honest, my country count probably won’t increase so much because I am a self-confessed Princess. And that really hinders my opportunities of travel for several different reasons.

Hanging a spreadie on top of the Rockefeller Center like a Princess.

If you want proof, just ask the people I went on my two Contikis tours with. In both End of Tour Contiki Awards, I won the Princess award. By a landslide.

Young Australians, including many of my friends, can pick up and go and travel across Europe and South America and stay overseas for months or even years. How do they do it? They stay in hostels, volunteer at organizations looking for young workers, and visit less-fortunate countries where the Aussie dollar has more value over there. I can honestly say that I am comfortable doing none of the above.

If you haven’t gathered by now, I have expensive a very specific taste in life, and my taste in life comes at a very high cost. For starters, I cannot stay at a hostel. Like point blank refuse will not do ever don’t even think about it. I don’t care how cheap the accommodation is there, why on earth would I want to share a bathroom with people I don’t know when I could have a bathroom to myself. In saying that, I can’t even stay at motels or hotels that are less than three and a half stars. I was once booked in a two star hotel in Los Angeles, and it was that traumatic that I don’t even want to discuss the finer details of it. Needless to say, I am alive and well. Also, a couple of the hotels I stayed at on Contiki had more than one floor, and no elevator. Like. I just can’t.

My style of travelling also means I can’t do it as much as other young people do. The other style of traveller can find cheap plane tickets, stay in Europe for six to nine months, live at a hostel or volunteer at an organization that offers food and accommodation, and Bobsuruncle. It’s so cheap that they could probably go back to Europe in another month or so. Meanwhile, I get flights, stay in hotels everywhere I go, eat out for every meal, and can essentially only afford to travel for five or six weeks. And that’s me done for about a year or two. My style of travelling is expensive and doesn’t last as long, but at least I am comfortable with it. I wish I could travel as long as the hostel travellers, I really do, but contradictory to what some may believe, I fund my own lifestyle. I don’t have handouts from the Bank of Daddy, and I am not swimming in inheritance money.

While I am interested in experiencing different cultures, I can’t see myself visiting the less than fortunate countries. I would like to think I am a decent person, and would love to volunteer for charity organizations in third-world countries that would need help, but the small problem of “I would have to stay there in those poor living conditions” is a red light for me. And I can’t do it. I need a bed, a roof over my head, some clean stylish clothes, and a nice meal on a dinner plate with a fork and a knife. If that makes me a snob, then so be it. I am a snob.

Culture shock for me was going to Subway in Texas and finding out that they didn’t have veggie patties. Imagine this Princess going to a country like Bangladesh… the culture shock would be so overwhelming that I may pass out. Admittedly, I will only ever feel comfortable visiting other westernised countries, like England, New Zealand, Ireland and Wales.

There will be some avid travellers out there who could potentially read this and think that I am a piece of shit for pretty much saying I am too good to visit certain countries, but I don’t regret saying any of this. It’s the fascination of humans; every human is raised differently, and therefore grows up differently. My parents raised me to appreciate the finer things in life, which means that I am too precious to stay in a motel with a single bed and a kitchenette. You are free to live your volunteering in a third-world country, but it isn’t for me, as much as I would like it to be.

Now, something that frugal travellers and Princesses alike can appreciate. Contiki. I cannot recommend it enough, even if some of the hotels don’t have elevators, and you’re stuck standing there waiting for someone to carry your suitcase up the flight of stairs because you just don’t do that kind of thing. If you’re looking for a unique kind of travel experience, and an opportunity to meet some new people, visit the Contiki website and book through your travel agent immediately.

– by Noah La’ulu