Its an adiction
It was the best night of wrestling I produced. It was also one of the shityest. But I keep doing it, I keep coming back from more in hopes that we have more days like last Sunday. Looking back on it, without any bias towards my buds in the Invasion, the night was amazing. A yearlong fued would end, and sadly for myself i would get the crap kicked out of me for 5+ minutes, i would lose my voice because the people of Amery irritated me, i would be embarassed when Nora ripped my pants off infront of 117 people, and i still wont own the company i viturally run. If i werent me, id say that was fucking awesome. I would love to see me get my ass kicked if i werent me, and all of the above. But my team lost and I had to own up to the agreement. Im happy to say I am no longer sore today, Wed. And happy to say that I can resume my everyday functions with wrestling, the thing im adicted to. The thing that even if im not happy doing it i continue to do it. The thing that i have done for almost 2 years and have spent 99% of that time fighting tooth and nail trying to get where i wanted this to go, dodging every bias and every putdown we have encountered, only to find a nice acceptance where I am now. I have gone through so much in 2 years time its really amazing to look back on. I can get beat up, i can lose money, i can lose friendships, i can bust my ass, i can be the only person busting their ass, i can stay up all night working on production shit, i can plan-change plans- and continue to change plans on the fly cuz people are fuckers, i can get embarassed, i can cry, i can bitch-piss-and moan, but every single time something happens im back up and at it again, because i am addicted. Because of that reaction like on Sunday. Heres to that. 1 full year of hard work that went off damn near perfectly, the night that everything seemed to click. Thanks to all who were there, all who were apart of it, and all who will continue to be apart of what we do.