Mentioned in the News.
I just discovered that I was a reasonably large focus of an article published in a newspaper in Reno, NV. (as well as on newsreview.com) about a show I was on up there. The article was published April 15th (4/15/10). Here's the section I was featured in:
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Wrestling has a lot of insider lingo, much of it obscure and bizarre. The good guys are called “faces,” and the bad guys are called “heels.” This makes it easy for an audience to know who to root for (though it’s often fun to root for the heels). In some matches, these roles aren’t clearly defined. Other times, it’s all too obvious.
Perry Von Vicious, announced as the PWD Silver State Champion, entered the ring dressed as some sort of snooty, monocle-wearing aristocrat. The crowd immediately knew to start booing. Somebody called him “Mr. Peanut.”
“All right, you filthy peasants,” he said, before explaining that he had purchased the Silver State title from The Hired Gun, the previous champion. “That’s right! Unlike all of you, I never had to do any work at all.”
His challenger for the title was Mother Truckin’ Otis, a big guy in overalls and a mesh cap. The crowd loved him. An advantage that wrestling has over most comic books or action movies is that you don’t always know which way it’s going to go. The bad guys sometimes win. But in this case, Otis emerged victorious, and the crowd cheered as the big working class hero beat down the pretentious rich fop."""
Pretty rad!
"""PERFECT MATCH:
Wrestling has a lot of insider lingo, much of it obscure and bizarre. The good guys are called “faces,” and the bad guys are called “heels.” This makes it easy for an audience to know who to root for (though it’s often fun to root for the heels). In some matches, these roles aren’t clearly defined. Other times, it’s all too obvious.
Perry Von Vicious, announced as the PWD Silver State Champion, entered the ring dressed as some sort of snooty, monocle-wearing aristocrat. The crowd immediately knew to start booing. Somebody called him “Mr. Peanut.”
“All right, you filthy peasants,” he said, before explaining that he had purchased the Silver State title from The Hired Gun, the previous champion. “That’s right! Unlike all of you, I never had to do any work at all.”
His challenger for the title was Mother Truckin’ Otis, a big guy in overalls and a mesh cap. The crowd loved him. An advantage that wrestling has over most comic books or action movies is that you don’t always know which way it’s going to go. The bad guys sometimes win. But in this case, Otis emerged victorious, and the crowd cheered as the big working class hero beat down the pretentious rich fop."""
Pretty rad!