Interesting Shit nowadays
Well,
It's kinda weird, because, I'm not happy.
But, I'm not depressed....Strange
I've been walking around for the past few days with a smile.
And, I can't fucking figure out why.
Yeah, Liz is gone....but, for some reason I'm not worried.
Yeah, I'm havin' a hard time finding a job.....but, I still look.
I'm out almost everyday looking for a job.
I only get to sleep every other night (If I'm lucky)...but, I'm not tired.
I have a child on the way......but, I'm not scared.
Shouldn't I be scared of this?
I had my first match in another company on Saturday.
I was at the EWF show and in between the shows, Frank Stein told me to head to the back.
I get back there, and their Midwestern Champ, "Tha Real Deal" Bob, says to me,
"Can you take a T-Bone Suplex?" I'm like, 'Yeah.'
"Can you take a Crippler Crossface?" I'm like, 'Hell, Yeah.'
"Wanna be in the show?"
I'm like "FUCKIN' RIGHT!...HELL YEAH!"
I was acting as a normal fan, and Bob comes out, talkling about how no one in the locker room accepted his challenge, and he was extending his open challenge into the audience.
Right away some goofy mother fucker tries to get in the ring, and gets pulled out by the referee.
I got up and got in the ring, I called him out and I turned away and as soon as I looked back, he hit me in the fuckin' mouth, 3 times.
Then, he sets me up for a T-Bone Suplex, tosses me over his head, and kicks the shit out of me.
At this point, my mouth is bleeding, so he picks me up into the corner, pulls my shirt over my head, and chops the shit outta me.
Then, with my shirt still over my head, he pulls me from the corner and slaps me into the Crippler Crossface. I tapped right away.
Yeah,....I had my ass handed to me on a silver platter.
AND, IT WAS FUCKIN' FUN AS HELL!!!
I can't wait until I'm in the ring....so I can work more at EWF.
It's like a fucked up ECW rip-off....but, you only get paid like $10.
I didn't get paid though...I could really care less...I'd rather work for free...as long as that's what they say is gonna happen.
If someone's not gonna pay me for a show...they better tell me in advance....cuz' the one thing I hate the most is GETTING LIED TO!!!
We got the show this weekend.....I was gonna ask Erin if she wanted to go.....but, I never got the chance to get a hold of her.
I wonder if she's stayin' at Grandma's.
I'll have to find out.
The girls at work are helping me keep high spirits.
If it weren't for Kayla and Erica, among other things, I'd probably outta here.
I think Kayla's kinda strange though...that's what happens though.
I've been considering doing something that a lot of people aren't gonna be happy with.
In fact....a lot of people might not want me around if I do this and come back.
Then again, a lot of people don't want me around as it is.
Maybe, if I do this, it'll give a lot of people time to cool down and watch their fuckin' mouths.
I need the physical training, the money, and the experience.
So, it'll probably good if I do this once I get my GED.
Besides...once I'm done with the 9 or 10 weeks, I'll be right back here.
In good old M.C.
And, then I can probably go to school, for free, and get my fuckin' business degree, like I planned.
Man, I just realized I sound like a really bad advertisement.
Oh, well...It happens.
Plus if wrestling falls through...at least I can switch over.
I was gonna go a long time ago...
But, it just didn't work.
Well, I don't really know what else to say...hopefully I can get a hold of Erin within the next couple days.
I'm still waiting to hear about the doctor appointments for the baby.
From the looks of it, I probably won't hear anything.
Figures.
Oh, well.
I'm here....everyone knows where to find me.
Mother Fuckers...
Ultraviolence.
It's kinda weird, because, I'm not happy.
But, I'm not depressed....Strange
I've been walking around for the past few days with a smile.
And, I can't fucking figure out why.
Yeah, Liz is gone....but, for some reason I'm not worried.
Yeah, I'm havin' a hard time finding a job.....but, I still look.
I'm out almost everyday looking for a job.
I only get to sleep every other night (If I'm lucky)...but, I'm not tired.
I have a child on the way......but, I'm not scared.
Shouldn't I be scared of this?
I had my first match in another company on Saturday.
I was at the EWF show and in between the shows, Frank Stein told me to head to the back.
I get back there, and their Midwestern Champ, "Tha Real Deal" Bob, says to me,
"Can you take a T-Bone Suplex?" I'm like, 'Yeah.'
"Can you take a Crippler Crossface?" I'm like, 'Hell, Yeah.'
"Wanna be in the show?"
I'm like "FUCKIN' RIGHT!...HELL YEAH!"
I was acting as a normal fan, and Bob comes out, talkling about how no one in the locker room accepted his challenge, and he was extending his open challenge into the audience.
Right away some goofy mother fucker tries to get in the ring, and gets pulled out by the referee.
I got up and got in the ring, I called him out and I turned away and as soon as I looked back, he hit me in the fuckin' mouth, 3 times.
Then, he sets me up for a T-Bone Suplex, tosses me over his head, and kicks the shit out of me.
At this point, my mouth is bleeding, so he picks me up into the corner, pulls my shirt over my head, and chops the shit outta me.
Then, with my shirt still over my head, he pulls me from the corner and slaps me into the Crippler Crossface. I tapped right away.
Yeah,....I had my ass handed to me on a silver platter.
AND, IT WAS FUCKIN' FUN AS HELL!!!
I can't wait until I'm in the ring....so I can work more at EWF.
It's like a fucked up ECW rip-off....but, you only get paid like $10.
I didn't get paid though...I could really care less...I'd rather work for free...as long as that's what they say is gonna happen.
If someone's not gonna pay me for a show...they better tell me in advance....cuz' the one thing I hate the most is GETTING LIED TO!!!
We got the show this weekend.....I was gonna ask Erin if she wanted to go.....but, I never got the chance to get a hold of her.
I wonder if she's stayin' at Grandma's.
I'll have to find out.
The girls at work are helping me keep high spirits.
If it weren't for Kayla and Erica, among other things, I'd probably outta here.
I think Kayla's kinda strange though...that's what happens though.
I've been considering doing something that a lot of people aren't gonna be happy with.
In fact....a lot of people might not want me around if I do this and come back.
Then again, a lot of people don't want me around as it is.
Maybe, if I do this, it'll give a lot of people time to cool down and watch their fuckin' mouths.
I need the physical training, the money, and the experience.
So, it'll probably good if I do this once I get my GED.
Besides...once I'm done with the 9 or 10 weeks, I'll be right back here.
In good old M.C.
And, then I can probably go to school, for free, and get my fuckin' business degree, like I planned.
Man, I just realized I sound like a really bad advertisement.
Oh, well...It happens.
Plus if wrestling falls through...at least I can switch over.
I was gonna go a long time ago...
But, it just didn't work.
Well, I don't really know what else to say...hopefully I can get a hold of Erin within the next couple days.
I'm still waiting to hear about the doctor appointments for the baby.
From the looks of it, I probably won't hear anything.
Figures.
Oh, well.
I'm here....everyone knows where to find me.
Mother Fuckers...
Ultraviolence.