Well, Saturday nights show was...how shall I put it.....interesting? Yeah, interesting is a good word.
Actually, the show itself was a resounding success. Our match went really well I thought. It was a hard fought, emotional, and psychological experience that told the story exactly the way we wanted it to. The Babyface came out looking like Superman (albeit a defeated Superman) and we came out looking like the devil incarnate.
Then there was the brawl in the crowd.
It all went down after our match so we had already dressed down and were on the outside of the building enjoying a free hotdog when we looked inside to see that all Hell had just broken loose. Three seconds later the three of us were in the middle of it throwing bodies left and right trying to restore order. After everything was said and done which for the record consisted of people choking other people out, fists flying, kicks, slaps, scratches, and even one crazy bitch who has hitting people with a picture frame, we managed to get everybody untangled and somewhat calmed down.
As it turns out, what happened was there was this young lady setting in the front row who no one realized was a young lady due to the fact that she looked more manly then I do, and she had been getting rather violent and aggresive with all of the heel workers all night when finally one of the heels was up in her face yelling at her and she pushed him so he jumped her thinking her to in fact be a male member of the audience. Well, her whole damn crazy-assed family jumped him and then the rest of the crowd jumped everybody else. It was fucking insane...and yet kind of cool all at the same time, lol.
Ah, the marvelous life of the pro wrasslin' indy worker. Ain't it grand?
Actually, the show itself was a resounding success. Our match went really well I thought. It was a hard fought, emotional, and psychological experience that told the story exactly the way we wanted it to. The Babyface came out looking like Superman (albeit a defeated Superman) and we came out looking like the devil incarnate.
Then there was the brawl in the crowd.
It all went down after our match so we had already dressed down and were on the outside of the building enjoying a free hotdog when we looked inside to see that all Hell had just broken loose. Three seconds later the three of us were in the middle of it throwing bodies left and right trying to restore order. After everything was said and done which for the record consisted of people choking other people out, fists flying, kicks, slaps, scratches, and even one crazy bitch who has hitting people with a picture frame, we managed to get everybody untangled and somewhat calmed down.
As it turns out, what happened was there was this young lady setting in the front row who no one realized was a young lady due to the fact that she looked more manly then I do, and she had been getting rather violent and aggresive with all of the heel workers all night when finally one of the heels was up in her face yelling at her and she pushed him so he jumped her thinking her to in fact be a male member of the audience. Well, her whole damn crazy-assed family jumped him and then the rest of the crowd jumped everybody else. It was fucking insane...and yet kind of cool all at the same time, lol.
Ah, the marvelous life of the pro wrasslin' indy worker. Ain't it grand?
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sarcasticmenace:
Shit, I was on a friends' journal commenting rampage. By the time I read your comment about AIM, you were gone. 
d0bermann:
So what kinda hotdog was it?