ANOTHER ONE IN THE BOOKS
Finally the weekend is over with, but not without a little excitement.
Friday was good. Went with Rod to talk to a lady about getting some new gear made. It should look good. It will be ready by the Sanford show hopefully.
Then came Saturday. The day of the ice palace show. I still wasn’t sure what to expect. After getting to the arena and FINALLY finding the VIP parking lot (thanks to Lenny) we go to the arena. We arrived about 7 and had too much time on our hands. Believe it or not I wasn’t stressing or nervous about the match with Lawler at all. It was just another show to me. Since we had so much time to spare, Amy and myself decided to join Vordell Walker, his boy, Bridgette, Billy, and Rod at Rivals for a little food.
Vordell is a funny mofo. I really like that guy. And the way Rod f’d with the waitress was truly classic. Calling her a slut, among other things. After a bit of food it was time to go back to the arena.
Made it to the dressing area, where it was myself, Erick Stevens, Tenderfoot, Rod, Amy, Vordell and Roderick. We were getting dressed and all of a sudden Roderick begins to bring up several of my previous journal entries. He starts bringing up how I talk about other wrestlers not going to the gym and such. Well needless to say this begins to anger me, as wrestlers not looking the part is one of my pet peeves. He proceeds to tell me that not all wrestlers can be blessed with the genetics I have. I guess this guy has never seen my family, they all are a bit overweight. Nobody in my family is in tremendous shape. So to say that I got dealt some good genetics is an OVERSTATEMENT. After I quit football and amateur wrestling, I became a lazy fuck and ballooned up to 300 lbs (no muscle at all). I then got into wrestling and decided I had to try and look the part, so if I can do it being the lazy fuck I was, anyone can do it. So everybody in the dressing room is laughing their asses off at how pissed off I am getting about wrestlers not working out. I am sorry, its just one of those things that make me irate. As I said before, to be a wrestler, you should look “LARGER THAN LIFE” and not like the “punk ass kid next door”, which is 85% of the indy guys. So THANKS Roderick for putting me in a shitty mood for a short time. (You’re still my boy though).
As we are getting dressed we started to watch the Ultimate Fighter Finale instead of the game. It was really good. Diego KILLED Kenny, which was expected. Then Stephan and Forrest tore each other apart. I didn’t like the decision, as I felt stephan did more damage and won rounds 2 and 3, but hey, they both got contracts and will be great to watch in UFC. Stephan’s “American Psycho” gimmick is perfect. He has the look of the sophisticated business man, but then he gets in the ring and is crazy fighter guy, Fight Club style.
I could have cared less about the Shamrock fight. Just glad that Rich Franklin won because from what I understand they signed him to a multi-fight deal, and if he would have lost, then all credibility would have been lost.
So we are now dressed and go to the staging area (which was stocked with beer, other beverages, and snacks) where we prepare for the matches. During the first match I swear there were close to 5000 people out there. They were EVERYWHERE. Roderick and Batts did a good job keeping the crowd there during the opening match.
I finally introduced myself to Lawler( about 30 min before our match) and we went over somethings. We got the finish down and pretty much everything else was done in the ring.
Watched Madison and Vordell go at it. That was a fun match, and Amy went out with Madison to the ring. I must say Amy was looking so fucking hot. I love her rock and roll chick look. It’s the best. I am a lucky motherfucker. All men must envy me, as I lay next to that EVERY nite!
When I entered there was still I think a few thousand people there. King came out and everyone was loud. It was so easy to get heat, and the match went off very well for what it was. I tried to out GAGA him, in which I think I succeeded. Finish made the fans happy and it was all over. Afterwards Jerry was very happy and thought that I was very talented (HUGE COMPLIMENT). So overall we were both happy. It wont be long before I am working names like him on a full time basis. I just know it!
Afterwards I am in the lockerroom getting dressed and talking to Vordell and Amy. We end up leaving to go up to Channelside Bennigans with a few others to meet Steve Madison for his birthday. Well we get there, there is no Steve Madison ANYWHERE. But the group of us decides to stay there and eat anyway (where the fuck were you Madison?? We got heat!!!)
My other pet peeve is BAD SERVICE. I hate it, it makes me lose my goddamn mind. So after awhile a server comes up to us with the bitchiest attitude. She is like “I’ll be right with you!” Not nice at all, no greeting, just a complete CUNT. She was taking forever, and then I just lost my mind.. I was yelling and screaming asking “How fucking hard is it to be courteous?” This bitch pissed me off beyond belief. So I had to leave. I was so hungry but knew I would get arrested had I stayed there. So we leave, not before giving her a bit of an earfull. Someone needs to anally rape that bitch and cum in her fucking eyelids. (Sedrick, where are you when I need you). She isnt much to look at, but I will take you up there and show you who she is, and you can take care of that for me. Make sure you videotape it too! That cumswallowing whore totally killed the high I had coming off of the nites events.
So me and the lovely Amy leave as peacefully as I can (without paying for my beer or her drink) , and we are still in the mood for Bennigans even after this shitty experience, so we go and eat at the one on Dale Mabry and got excellent service.
Some highlights of the nite included
*Took Pics with some HOT late 30’s holes. Got the Royal Treatment of being a wrestler. I can get used to it.
*Was in the elevator with about 8 storm cheerleaders after the game. They were all dressed in tight jeans and tops and made me happy in the pants.
*Being able to wrestle such an easy match and have the crowd in the palm of my hands for the whole thing was great. Working Lawler was great.
Well, I guess that is it. I am sure this week something will piss me off either at work or anywhere else and I will go on and rant about it in this stupid little journal. Because I am the KING OF ANGER! Fuck Roderick, Fuck Sedrick, Fuck Lenny, Fuck Erick Stevens, Fuck Tshirt Mike, Fuck Josh Rich. I am the angriest mother fucker ALIVE!
Fuck EVERYONE!
Friday was good. Went with Rod to talk to a lady about getting some new gear made. It should look good. It will be ready by the Sanford show hopefully.
Then came Saturday. The day of the ice palace show. I still wasn’t sure what to expect. After getting to the arena and FINALLY finding the VIP parking lot (thanks to Lenny) we go to the arena. We arrived about 7 and had too much time on our hands. Believe it or not I wasn’t stressing or nervous about the match with Lawler at all. It was just another show to me. Since we had so much time to spare, Amy and myself decided to join Vordell Walker, his boy, Bridgette, Billy, and Rod at Rivals for a little food.
Vordell is a funny mofo. I really like that guy. And the way Rod f’d with the waitress was truly classic. Calling her a slut, among other things. After a bit of food it was time to go back to the arena.
Made it to the dressing area, where it was myself, Erick Stevens, Tenderfoot, Rod, Amy, Vordell and Roderick. We were getting dressed and all of a sudden Roderick begins to bring up several of my previous journal entries. He starts bringing up how I talk about other wrestlers not going to the gym and such. Well needless to say this begins to anger me, as wrestlers not looking the part is one of my pet peeves. He proceeds to tell me that not all wrestlers can be blessed with the genetics I have. I guess this guy has never seen my family, they all are a bit overweight. Nobody in my family is in tremendous shape. So to say that I got dealt some good genetics is an OVERSTATEMENT. After I quit football and amateur wrestling, I became a lazy fuck and ballooned up to 300 lbs (no muscle at all). I then got into wrestling and decided I had to try and look the part, so if I can do it being the lazy fuck I was, anyone can do it. So everybody in the dressing room is laughing their asses off at how pissed off I am getting about wrestlers not working out. I am sorry, its just one of those things that make me irate. As I said before, to be a wrestler, you should look “LARGER THAN LIFE” and not like the “punk ass kid next door”, which is 85% of the indy guys. So THANKS Roderick for putting me in a shitty mood for a short time. (You’re still my boy though).
As we are getting dressed we started to watch the Ultimate Fighter Finale instead of the game. It was really good. Diego KILLED Kenny, which was expected. Then Stephan and Forrest tore each other apart. I didn’t like the decision, as I felt stephan did more damage and won rounds 2 and 3, but hey, they both got contracts and will be great to watch in UFC. Stephan’s “American Psycho” gimmick is perfect. He has the look of the sophisticated business man, but then he gets in the ring and is crazy fighter guy, Fight Club style.
I could have cared less about the Shamrock fight. Just glad that Rich Franklin won because from what I understand they signed him to a multi-fight deal, and if he would have lost, then all credibility would have been lost.
So we are now dressed and go to the staging area (which was stocked with beer, other beverages, and snacks) where we prepare for the matches. During the first match I swear there were close to 5000 people out there. They were EVERYWHERE. Roderick and Batts did a good job keeping the crowd there during the opening match.
I finally introduced myself to Lawler( about 30 min before our match) and we went over somethings. We got the finish down and pretty much everything else was done in the ring.
Watched Madison and Vordell go at it. That was a fun match, and Amy went out with Madison to the ring. I must say Amy was looking so fucking hot. I love her rock and roll chick look. It’s the best. I am a lucky motherfucker. All men must envy me, as I lay next to that EVERY nite!
When I entered there was still I think a few thousand people there. King came out and everyone was loud. It was so easy to get heat, and the match went off very well for what it was. I tried to out GAGA him, in which I think I succeeded. Finish made the fans happy and it was all over. Afterwards Jerry was very happy and thought that I was very talented (HUGE COMPLIMENT). So overall we were both happy. It wont be long before I am working names like him on a full time basis. I just know it!
Afterwards I am in the lockerroom getting dressed and talking to Vordell and Amy. We end up leaving to go up to Channelside Bennigans with a few others to meet Steve Madison for his birthday. Well we get there, there is no Steve Madison ANYWHERE. But the group of us decides to stay there and eat anyway (where the fuck were you Madison?? We got heat!!!)
My other pet peeve is BAD SERVICE. I hate it, it makes me lose my goddamn mind. So after awhile a server comes up to us with the bitchiest attitude. She is like “I’ll be right with you!” Not nice at all, no greeting, just a complete CUNT. She was taking forever, and then I just lost my mind.. I was yelling and screaming asking “How fucking hard is it to be courteous?” This bitch pissed me off beyond belief. So I had to leave. I was so hungry but knew I would get arrested had I stayed there. So we leave, not before giving her a bit of an earfull. Someone needs to anally rape that bitch and cum in her fucking eyelids. (Sedrick, where are you when I need you). She isnt much to look at, but I will take you up there and show you who she is, and you can take care of that for me. Make sure you videotape it too! That cumswallowing whore totally killed the high I had coming off of the nites events.
So me and the lovely Amy leave as peacefully as I can (without paying for my beer or her drink) , and we are still in the mood for Bennigans even after this shitty experience, so we go and eat at the one on Dale Mabry and got excellent service.
Some highlights of the nite included
*Took Pics with some HOT late 30’s holes. Got the Royal Treatment of being a wrestler. I can get used to it.
*Was in the elevator with about 8 storm cheerleaders after the game. They were all dressed in tight jeans and tops and made me happy in the pants.
*Being able to wrestle such an easy match and have the crowd in the palm of my hands for the whole thing was great. Working Lawler was great.
Well, I guess that is it. I am sure this week something will piss me off either at work or anywhere else and I will go on and rant about it in this stupid little journal. Because I am the KING OF ANGER! Fuck Roderick, Fuck Sedrick, Fuck Lenny, Fuck Erick Stevens, Fuck Tshirt Mike, Fuck Josh Rich. I am the angriest mother fucker ALIVE!
Fuck EVERYONE!