Well, here I sit once again on a quiet Sunday morning doing my best impersination of a dead whore with my makeup half off and my nail polish looking much the same.
Another Saturday night gone and another show done.
The show itself was very good I thought, much better than the last one I worked, and much better than the crowd we performed in front of deserved quite honestly.
We had a wee bit of difficulty in getting to the show due to the snow which also made for a bad turnout but those who did show up at least cheered better than the last crowd.
I worked three matches last night, Josiah Cane and I, with Josiah taking the Hardcore strap, Nightwolf and I, with Nightwolf losing to Freak due to interference by Torture King, and last but certainly not least, Frost, Promo, and I, versus H.N.I.C., with us getting the win and then handcuffing Apollo to the ropes and making him watch as we supposedly broke J.B. Thunders knee.
No crazy attack lesbians or Amish dildos to report this time but I did get to watch Xander get hit in the head with a cow skull by Promo (which made the coolest fucking noise ever) and in return Xander did a baseball slide into the cow skull when it was sitting on the ring apron and it cracked Promo right in his nuts.
And that's it, that's all I got, i'm fucking exhausted. I didn't get in 'til something like three in the a.m. and had to get up way to damn early. I'm gonna go drink some more Gatorade and chill with my kiddies.
Peace everybody.
Another Saturday night gone and another show done.
The show itself was very good I thought, much better than the last one I worked, and much better than the crowd we performed in front of deserved quite honestly.
We had a wee bit of difficulty in getting to the show due to the snow which also made for a bad turnout but those who did show up at least cheered better than the last crowd.
I worked three matches last night, Josiah Cane and I, with Josiah taking the Hardcore strap, Nightwolf and I, with Nightwolf losing to Freak due to interference by Torture King, and last but certainly not least, Frost, Promo, and I, versus H.N.I.C., with us getting the win and then handcuffing Apollo to the ropes and making him watch as we supposedly broke J.B. Thunders knee.
No crazy attack lesbians or Amish dildos to report this time but I did get to watch Xander get hit in the head with a cow skull by Promo (which made the coolest fucking noise ever) and in return Xander did a baseball slide into the cow skull when it was sitting on the ring apron and it cracked Promo right in his nuts.
And that's it, that's all I got, i'm fucking exhausted. I didn't get in 'til something like three in the a.m. and had to get up way to damn early. I'm gonna go drink some more Gatorade and chill with my kiddies.
Peace everybody.
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I figured it was time to put up a better picture, replace the one where I looked sick and ready to cough up a hairball.
I'm on day 2 of my hangover. Thanks for the luck; maybe this won't last as long as usual. I honestly don't like how stupid I get when drunk, and the 3-4 day long hangovers that follow. Good thing I do it only a couple times a year, and I'm definately not planning on doing it more often. Ugh
Thank you for the comments on my pictures
Edited because I can't spell today
[Edited on Jan 24, 2005 10:33AM]
We get 'em every show and their women always get up and shake their fat asses to H.N.I.C.s music and dance as sexy as they can for them.
Aaaaah hahahahaha. That makes me happy.