I Don't Have Any Funny Titles This Time, I'm Too Sore
Haven't updated the ol livejournal in a few days so I figured I would. I've actually got a few things I can put in here so eh. I've got a splitting headache, my back is fucking killing me, and my chest feels like someone took a cheese grater to it. Damn chops.
So last night was the BPW show that everyone had been looking forward to doing for quite a while. We get to the show and all that good stuff and I find out that I'm actually going to be working a match outside of the battle royal. I was scheduled to work the opening match with Chad Allegra which worked out great since he's the heavyweight champion at NWF and because I was hoping to get on some NWF shows in the future. We go out and we do our match, everything went smoothly and I had alot of fun. Him and his tag partner Mongo lit me the fuck up with chops and I even got split open which sucked tremendously, but ah well. That's life. I got to do my standing shooting star press which got over huge with the crowd so that was good. I don't know why but I got so blown up that after the match when I was walking to the back I thought I was going to throw up. Again I have no idea why. My wind isn't good to start, but it's sure as hell better than that after only a 10 minute match. I also forgot to mention that since I go by Adam Bueller at BPW, when I came out to my match I had to use the Ferris Bueller's Day Off theme for my entrance. That was kinda funny. But anyway, so then it came time to do the Hardcore Battle Royal. I was nervous as hell going into the battle royal. Not because there were going to be weapons, but because there were going to be 20 guys with weapons and I had a crazy sinus headache. But it went off really good and it was one of the funnest times I've had in all of my nearly 2 years of wrestling. I got to see Nate Webb clock someone in the head with a ladder while they weren't looking and I almost started cracking up laughing right there. But I did get to take the craziest bump I've ever taken in the battle royal though. I proped the ladder up in the corner and when I turned around, Osyris (who is a 6 foot 8ish 400 pound guy) picked me up for a press slam and droped me onto the ladder and it got a HUGE pop. After the show I had a ton of marks putting it over as well as some of the guys in the back. So I felt pretty good about it.
Taking the ring down after the show sucked cuz it was raining a little but by the time we finally left it was pouring. We had Osyris follow us home from the show and we thought we lost him at a light. So me and Dustin were freaking out big as shit, but he just stoped into a gas station and knew how to get back to our apartment so it was all good. For a pretty good while it was just me and Osyris hanging out at the apartment until Ed and Jerrod got home. They ended up bringing McDonalds home with them so me and Osyris went out on a little trip to McDonalds of our own for some mcFlurrys. Before I got droped off at my house I had already had a chicken nachos bell grande, a chicken quesadilla, a taco, and a cheesey gordita crunch from Taco Bell (yeah, I'm a fat shit) but I was still hungry so we went out. Well we get there and they tell us that their ice cream machine was fucked up so we went over to UDF for some ice cream. Since it was like 3 in the morning they were closed. We were about to give up hope until I thought...STEAK AND SHAKE!!! So we went about 15 minutes down the road to steak and shake, we got shakes, and life was good. Got home, took my contacts out, went to sleep, and that was how that whole thing went.
I had a really fucked up dream last night, like it was seriously one of the worst dreams I've ever had. I woke up feeling really bad. But that's a whole other story.
Now I'm sore and stabby. Why do rhinos have to exist? I hate them so much, they're so god damn big and they have that stupid fucking horn. Fucking rhinos. Always trampling shit. One day they should get trampled just to see how they like it. And they're so god damn annoying. Fucking rhinos.
That's about all I got.
Die and get the fuck out of the way.
So last night was the BPW show that everyone had been looking forward to doing for quite a while. We get to the show and all that good stuff and I find out that I'm actually going to be working a match outside of the battle royal. I was scheduled to work the opening match with Chad Allegra which worked out great since he's the heavyweight champion at NWF and because I was hoping to get on some NWF shows in the future. We go out and we do our match, everything went smoothly and I had alot of fun. Him and his tag partner Mongo lit me the fuck up with chops and I even got split open which sucked tremendously, but ah well. That's life. I got to do my standing shooting star press which got over huge with the crowd so that was good. I don't know why but I got so blown up that after the match when I was walking to the back I thought I was going to throw up. Again I have no idea why. My wind isn't good to start, but it's sure as hell better than that after only a 10 minute match. I also forgot to mention that since I go by Adam Bueller at BPW, when I came out to my match I had to use the Ferris Bueller's Day Off theme for my entrance. That was kinda funny. But anyway, so then it came time to do the Hardcore Battle Royal. I was nervous as hell going into the battle royal. Not because there were going to be weapons, but because there were going to be 20 guys with weapons and I had a crazy sinus headache. But it went off really good and it was one of the funnest times I've had in all of my nearly 2 years of wrestling. I got to see Nate Webb clock someone in the head with a ladder while they weren't looking and I almost started cracking up laughing right there. But I did get to take the craziest bump I've ever taken in the battle royal though. I proped the ladder up in the corner and when I turned around, Osyris (who is a 6 foot 8ish 400 pound guy) picked me up for a press slam and droped me onto the ladder and it got a HUGE pop. After the show I had a ton of marks putting it over as well as some of the guys in the back. So I felt pretty good about it.
Taking the ring down after the show sucked cuz it was raining a little but by the time we finally left it was pouring. We had Osyris follow us home from the show and we thought we lost him at a light. So me and Dustin were freaking out big as shit, but he just stoped into a gas station and knew how to get back to our apartment so it was all good. For a pretty good while it was just me and Osyris hanging out at the apartment until Ed and Jerrod got home. They ended up bringing McDonalds home with them so me and Osyris went out on a little trip to McDonalds of our own for some mcFlurrys. Before I got droped off at my house I had already had a chicken nachos bell grande, a chicken quesadilla, a taco, and a cheesey gordita crunch from Taco Bell (yeah, I'm a fat shit) but I was still hungry so we went out. Well we get there and they tell us that their ice cream machine was fucked up so we went over to UDF for some ice cream. Since it was like 3 in the morning they were closed. We were about to give up hope until I thought...STEAK AND SHAKE!!! So we went about 15 minutes down the road to steak and shake, we got shakes, and life was good. Got home, took my contacts out, went to sleep, and that was how that whole thing went.
I had a really fucked up dream last night, like it was seriously one of the worst dreams I've ever had. I woke up feeling really bad. But that's a whole other story.
Now I'm sore and stabby. Why do rhinos have to exist? I hate them so much, they're so god damn big and they have that stupid fucking horn. Fucking rhinos. Always trampling shit. One day they should get trampled just to see how they like it. And they're so god damn annoying. Fucking rhinos.
That's about all I got.
Die and get the fuck out of the way.