I'm at a loss for words.
Last night was overwelming.
The show was fantastic and I got more heat last night than I ever have. The fans even forgot what was going on, because they just wanted to boo me and shout obscenities at me. I loved it. That means I was doing a good job.
I had told "The Shooter" Curtis Payne, during the Sports Entertainment Tonight segment, that he had been screwed lately and he didn't need the fans. What he did need, is me, as his manager.
Later in the show, Joey Grunge wrestled Curtis Payne. I came out to observe the match and scout for a potential "client". As the match progressed, I took notes and caught heat from the fans at ringside. Grunge hit a powerslam and I had him come over, so I could show him my notes. When he came over, I threw powder in his eyes. Stumbling backwards, Grunge got caught in a reverse DDT and was pinned. After the match, Curtis grabbed me by the tie and I begged for him not to hit me with his bat. Curtis threw me out of the way and corked Grunge in the head with the bat instead. The fans were so into Curtis the whole night and when he turned heel and attacked Grunge, they were in a state of shock and felt betrayed. It was great. The imagination and theatrics of wrestling are truly incredible.
The beatdown continued as Curtis busted Grunge wide open. Grunge took the mic when we left and said that next time we were in Highland, he'd have a surprise for us.
After the show was over, the fans wanted my head on a stick. They chanted for me to get my ass kicked. Some even chanted that I was the reason for abortion. These were little kids, mind you. WTF? lol
Anyway, one of the good guys dragged me out by my tie and I was punched in the face by former heavyweight champion and current Directer of Personnel, the 300+ lb., Scar. I sold it like a champ and then I ws thrown into the ring with Curtis, who had been beaten down as well. We layed next to each other, as the fans cheered.
When the ring was being torn down, a mother and her kids said I was very entertaining and told me, 'thank you'. Being a bad guy, I probalby should of told those people where to stick it, but I didn't have the heart. I shook the hands of her kids and said 'you're welcome'. There was a grandmother who wasn't going to be as kind to me. She looked at me with a cold stare and told me the following...
"Didn't you mother teach you any manners? This is my grandson here. You tore up something that didn't even belong to you. If you were my son, I wouldn't claim ya," and she walked off. She had a right to be pissed. Earlier in the evening, I grabbed her grandson's sign off the floor and tore it up. lol The kid didn't care, but the old bat certainly did.
Oh well.
I was called into the locker room by the owners and I was given an offer that left me speachless that night. They asked if I would buy into the company and become the 5th owner. I'd only been with the company since September '06. It would be really cool, but I'm still chewing on it. I'm not sure what to do.
I thought I'd share this with all my great friends here on SuicideGirls. You all rock! This is way better than MySpace!
Peace,
- Kevin (aka Albert Goldstein: Attorney at Law)
Last night was overwelming.
The show was fantastic and I got more heat last night than I ever have. The fans even forgot what was going on, because they just wanted to boo me and shout obscenities at me. I loved it. That means I was doing a good job.
I had told "The Shooter" Curtis Payne, during the Sports Entertainment Tonight segment, that he had been screwed lately and he didn't need the fans. What he did need, is me, as his manager.
Later in the show, Joey Grunge wrestled Curtis Payne. I came out to observe the match and scout for a potential "client". As the match progressed, I took notes and caught heat from the fans at ringside. Grunge hit a powerslam and I had him come over, so I could show him my notes. When he came over, I threw powder in his eyes. Stumbling backwards, Grunge got caught in a reverse DDT and was pinned. After the match, Curtis grabbed me by the tie and I begged for him not to hit me with his bat. Curtis threw me out of the way and corked Grunge in the head with the bat instead. The fans were so into Curtis the whole night and when he turned heel and attacked Grunge, they were in a state of shock and felt betrayed. It was great. The imagination and theatrics of wrestling are truly incredible.
The beatdown continued as Curtis busted Grunge wide open. Grunge took the mic when we left and said that next time we were in Highland, he'd have a surprise for us.
After the show was over, the fans wanted my head on a stick. They chanted for me to get my ass kicked. Some even chanted that I was the reason for abortion. These were little kids, mind you. WTF? lol
Anyway, one of the good guys dragged me out by my tie and I was punched in the face by former heavyweight champion and current Directer of Personnel, the 300+ lb., Scar. I sold it like a champ and then I ws thrown into the ring with Curtis, who had been beaten down as well. We layed next to each other, as the fans cheered.
When the ring was being torn down, a mother and her kids said I was very entertaining and told me, 'thank you'. Being a bad guy, I probalby should of told those people where to stick it, but I didn't have the heart. I shook the hands of her kids and said 'you're welcome'. There was a grandmother who wasn't going to be as kind to me. She looked at me with a cold stare and told me the following...
"Didn't you mother teach you any manners? This is my grandson here. You tore up something that didn't even belong to you. If you were my son, I wouldn't claim ya," and she walked off. She had a right to be pissed. Earlier in the evening, I grabbed her grandson's sign off the floor and tore it up. lol The kid didn't care, but the old bat certainly did.
Oh well.
I was called into the locker room by the owners and I was given an offer that left me speachless that night. They asked if I would buy into the company and become the 5th owner. I'd only been with the company since September '06. It would be really cool, but I'm still chewing on it. I'm not sure what to do.
I thought I'd share this with all my great friends here on SuicideGirls. You all rock! This is way better than MySpace!
Peace,
- Kevin (aka Albert Goldstein: Attorney at Law)
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This IS way better than myspace, even though I still can't stop checking mine three times a day.