Wrestling is for real; ask Mr. Sublimo...
Ok, so...I haven't updated once in a month and a half, and I'm not feeling too horrible about it, considering I've been working 6 days a week, 50+ hours, going out a shitload(therefore, spending pretty much every penny I've earned at my job) and trying to maintain a healthy lifestyle by going to the gym whenever I can. Thus, making this journal pretty much unreachable. But fear not, dear reader(s???Maybe?I hope. Seriously...jk), for I am back, well, for the time being, that is.
I'm not gonna go on with all the stuff that's happened in July, cuz trust me, there is a LOT...I'll try to fit it in here and there this semester(cuz I've received my schedule today and oof...I believe I'll have plenty of free time to update here and there...so, get ready for a few exciting summer flashbacks(it's time like these I'd like to know how to do a TM thingie)). So, instead of writing down everything I've done in the past month and a half, I'm just gonna tell you guys what I've done...uh...yesterday.
See, yesterday, I went to Montmagny(a rural area about 45 minutes from Lévis) to perform in my first-ever wrestling show(cue exciting music...shit, what's with me and all those hyper-entertaining, but mostly neverending parentheses today??) . It was a special day for me, not only because it was my first show, but because I had two more or less...well...vital roles to play.
Role #1: I was to manage my good friend Zakkali Sublimo, The Phenom from the East, as I like to call him, in his triple threat match against Hot Show and Ray Confusion(more details on those two below...as in, pretty far below). This job was going to be easy. Nothing could go wrong on my side of the ropes, I was prepared, both physically(hahaha…managing…pff…) and mentally(whole different story. But I was).
Role #2 : I was to be the booker. Now, let me give you some information on yesterday’s show :
The show was a « spot show », as we call them around here. A show held by a promoter, not an actual federation, and where said promoter decides who wrestles and who doesn’t. He usually calls up the guys he wants on his night’s roster, then asks for a booker to build him a card, with some specific details and stuff… But our promoter was an old man we call Taxman, and Taxman’s known for being…well…not totally there, for lack of an actual term. Since we were lending him our ring(old man doesn’t even own a ring), our federation’s president, Hot Show, built the show’s card. Yesterday, a few hours before the show, he handed me the card and told me to modify it, if need be. I looked at the card and saw nothing wrong with it at all, therefore, left it as it was. The card looked nearly perfect, it was built on an experience basis, and also a bit on the estimated intensity of the match(no storyline material to work with, this was a spot show, makes matters very simple). So, basically, I was only going to be a booker in case somebody complained. That’s what I thought, anyway. Hot Show just KNEW I was going to be the booker, no matter what. He’s been in the business for 7 years, after all…
So, back to the story…I get called up at 11:15 am by Hot Show, he says I gotta be at L’Auberivière(the place where we store our ring) by noon. I just grab two cereal bars, put my managing gear(whoo…managing gear!!! How exhilarating! No, trust me…it rocks) in my car and head for L’Aube. There, we stick the stuff inside a truck and we wait for Taxman, who was supposed to be there at 12:30. 2:15, Taxman shows up, pays up for the ring, and we head for Montmagny. 3:00, we’re in Montmagny, we set up the ring, and once we’re done, we ask Taxman if he minds us putting up a few signs to do a bit of publicity for our wrestling school(considering the service we did him..heck, we transported the damn ring, set it up all by ourselves, and half the wrestlers on his card belong to our federation…I think he owed us that), and he says “Only if Michael Style agrees”.
Okay, so, who’s Michael Style? Remember me talking about spot shows being filled with wrestlers from different organisations? This spot show pulled most of its wrestlers from 2 distinct federations: R2W(Renegade Warfare Wrestling, the federation I work with) and EOW(Evolution Of Wrestling, the federation under Michael Style’s supervision).
Must’ve been around 5 or 5:30, and none of EOW’s guys, nor Michael Style, were there, so we decided to say fuck it and put up our signs anyways, since we’d set the ring up and…heck, we were there, which meant if nobody else showed up, we would be running the entire freaking show(wrestler logics). Then we moved the ring around so it would fit with the stage, but we realized the spring under the ring had moved too(which is very bad for the wrestlers who are going to take bumps in that ring for 15 minutes straight), so we had to adjust a few things underneath the ring. Meanwhile, mister Style finally showed up, went straight upstairs without saying hi or shaking hands with anyone, and went to take a look at the card. Card subject to change? You bet…
He came back downstairs, waving his arms around like the ex-anorexic schoolgirl that he is(he used to have real girly long hair. And he still looks anorexic. And girlish), and asking to see Hot Show. Since Hot Show was under the ring, adjusting the last lil details, he was instantly sent to…well, me. I had to deal with him, because according to him, all of R2W’s wrestlers were on the upper part of the card, while EOW’s wrestlers were at the bottom. Which is logical, since most of R2W’s wrestlers are 5+ year veterans, whereas the most experienced man in EOW has less than 4 years under his belt.
That and…his own personal match(put at #2) wasn’t high enough. I reminded him that Hister, one of our best men, was on the first match, and actually had more experience than him(didn’t say he had a shitload more talent, even though I definitely think so. And I’m 100% certain in showed in their matches. Hey…I sound pretty objective for a booker, don’t I? ;) ). I had to remodel the whole card to please Mister Whinealot, and that finally put him at ease…Heck, his match was the last one before the intermission, and even though I didn’t have time to watch it and we didn’t record it, by my memory of the crowd’s reaction to it, I can tell it most likely, if not undoubtedly, sucked.
Then I had to write down a second card for the music guy, and another one for the ring announcer, I had to deal with the two of them for most of the night, prepare a few spots with Hot Show and Ray Confusion…The Intermission started, which meant we had 15 minutes before our match…and then something happened. Pat(our wrestling school’s veteran trainer) got kicked out of the managing position in his match, due to the match being changed from a tag team match to a 6-man tag(with guys averaging 300lbs in it, there would have been too much risk of potential injuries for members of the crowd in case something went wrong), so he asked us if we minded him managing in our match. Zakkali(the guy that I manage) said it was fine, cuz Pat’s wrestling gear makes him look japanese, and Zakkali’s gimmick is…well…being a pororesu wrestler(japanese-style).
So, I got dressed up, and we went out for our match. Now, just so you don’t get confused…and remain entertained(cuz so far the entry’s pretty much me rambling about incoherent wrestling-related material), here’s a small bit of info on the wrestlers who participated in the match:
Hot Show: From Lévis, weighting in at 205lbs, he’s the head trainer of R2W’s wrestling school(aka The Bootcamp…if you haven’t caught it yet, we’ve got a military-themed federation, wait till the day I post pics of our ring…the apron rocks the shit outta this province). He’s known for wrestling “strong-style” and technical, meaning…if he punches you, brace yourself, cuz he doesn’t fake his shots. Won’t injure you, unless you ask for it, but you’re definitely gonna feel it. Oh, and it’s 205lbs of muscle, by the way. He goes to the gym on average…well…I’d say…7 days a week.
Ray Confusion: From Lévis, weighting in at 130lbs(he asked to be announced at that weight, but his real weight is 120lbs. So he says. I’d personally say 110lbs soaked wet, but what do I know?). He’s Hot Show’s cousin, and he’s got the same last name that I do. Which makes me wonder…is Hot Show a distant relative of mine? Back to Ray…this kid is amazing. He’s definitely the one kid at the bootcamp with the most potential, and he fully exploits it. In 8 months, he’s only missed one practice. Only one student has a better presence/absence ratio than him at the bootcamp, and it’s me. He wrestled with a borrowed mask, since the one he ordered from the US hasn’t arrived yet, so…his mask wasn’t great, his costume wasn’t great(his boots rocked, though), but his wrestling was very, very, very classy, considering this was the first match in his life.
Zakkali Sublimo: Accompanied by V.T. Valentine(me) and Bobbi Myagi(Pat), from Hokkaido, Japan(actually is from Loretteville, Québec), weighting in at 140lbs, he owns the coolest mask in the history of professional wrestling(http://storage.msn.com/s1pZ8pl_R1n1zEqifKuYEE6FUrcQW-QeEBdTIWLs2XeneAEOtNusPaemYrg-0NcyRfJ7NGrTYKBIs5sshoCNvOOwA/00.jpg?MdToken=946288375460076), and he’s one hell of a wrestler. Too bad things didn’t go according to plan…
Now, there’s something I must go on about…I just have to. I gotta describe the Eastern Coalition(I decided the 3-man clan we formed up would be called that), cuz everybody told me it looked awesomely kickass, and I know I can’t wait to get the damn pictures and see the tape.
So, you’ve got Zakkali Sublimo standing in the middle of the stage. The guy is real small, like, 5 ft 5, we used to call him the midget. He’s got his absolutely kickass mask, with a black Straightedge T-Shirt and white wrestling pants. Real great look. On his left, there’s Bobbi Myagi, standing 5ft6, weighting about…230, he used to be heavier, but he’s been losing some weight since he started working out…thing is, you still wouldn’t try to push him around in a bus. He’s waving around this huge WW2-style Japanese flag, wearing his judo kimono and a black cat-style mask with weird hair on the side and cool fangs around the mouth. On Zakkali’s right, there’s me…wearing a 460$ Hörst suit that I was wearing for the first time(scept that one time I put it on at that shop…y’know…the shop I bought the thing at?), with some sweet sunglasses, the best hairstyle I can possibly give myself with limited means, and a katana resting on my shoulder(yeah, Kill Bill vol. 1 kinda inspired me…didn’t want a mask, though), doing the coolest pose I could think of…cuz y’know, I was standing on a stage with 350 French-Canadian rednecks staring at me and my 2 Japanese friends in amazement, so it was hard to find a real cool pose and not look totally retarded. The guys backstage told me it came up real nice. I guess I’ll see in a few days.
The one thing I only thought about this morning was…heck…I was the tallest guy of the trio. That’s like, the first time I’m the tallest guy out of a bunch of males. AT A FUCKING WRESTLING SHOW, NO LESS. I’m 5ft7…well, last time I checked…but many signs seem to be pointing towards me having grown at least half an inch, if not a full inch, since the last time I checked.
And God could that last sentence be quoted outta context.
So yeah. I looked tall, for once in my life. And I liked it.
So, I managed…didn’t get inside the ring, instead I opted for the tried-and-true strategy of getting up on the apron and annoying the ref so that my buddy Zakkali could hit a few illegal maneuvers(or so Bobbi could get inside and give the boys some pain). I didn’t wanna soil my 460$ suit on my first night. I did manage to get punched in the face by Ray, and almost got punched by Hot Show, but Bobbi made the save at the last second. All in all, it was a nice match, but there was some miscommunication at the end, regarding the finish, and Bobbi seemed to be concerned about something…but since I didn’t have my glasses on(I’m very, very myopic), I couldn’t see shit, therefore didn’t notice the man I was managed suffered 3 major injuries, which kinda fucked up the ending of the match. The crowd didn’t seem to notice, the match ended with Hot Show pinning Ray Confusion 1-2-3 after hitting a kickass manoeuvre using a modified hip toss, the top rope, and some kind of twisting piledriver.
Bobbi carried Zakkali to the back as I picked up the flag, the katana and my sunglasses. When I got to the back…God, did I realize something was wrong with my buddy Zakkali. His 2 front teeth had been broken, he had a super-glazed look, like a transparent veil over his eyes, and he could not stand…he could barely keep his body straight while sitting down. We called a paramedic, he got examined, everything seemed to be okay…so he went over to the sink, cuz he felt sick…when we went to the bathroom a few minutes later, he was lying on the floor, so we got his parents in the crowd and he got taken to the hospital. His old man told Hot Show he would not let his son back inside a ring, and Zakkali personally told Ray Confusion that this was his final wrestling match…
After the main event, we packed the ring back inside the truck(not before we actually moved the rafters…yep. We…manually moved the rafters, 5 sets of them, because the dumbass farmers who had put them in front of our truck and all around our ring had decided they were taking the night off…), Ray asked me if I wanted to be his manager, in case Zakkali were to hold on to his word of not wrestling again. I accepted, and Hot Show said I had to, cuz according to him, Bobbi and I were the best managing team he’d ever seen, said it gave him shivers when he saw the three of us on the stage prior to the match, and he didn’t want us to get split up because of an injured wrestler. So, it seems like I may have lost my protégé, only to find another one…plus an ally in managing. Pretty cool…
This morning, before I went to work, I checked online to see if Zakkali was online. He actually was. Told me he had suffered a concussion from an unprotected mafia kick, his two front teeth had been knocked off from an elbow to the face, and he had a disk that had moved in his spine following a joker driver. Told me he didn’t intend to return to R2W… Kinda saddens me. I’m pretty sure if he’d suffered those injuries later in his career, it wouldn’t have discouraged him…but…man, on his first match? It’s a bit much to deal with…Oh well, at least, he did get a bit of revenge…Hot Show’s got his boot’s brand tattooed on the forehead. Yup. He kicked the guy so hard in the forehead that the logo left a red mark, and you can make out most letters. Pretty sweet, considering the guy is a boss-boy, and he worked today, plus tomorrow and Sunday. Can’t wait to hear what kinda comments he had from customers.
It’s almost midnight, which would make my entry kinda complex to read, cuz then everything I said happened yesterday would actually be 2 days ago…so I gotta hurry up and write about my college schedule.
I picked it up…18 hours/week. That’s 10 hours less than on the schedule I had last semester. But it still sucked…so I got it changed. I could’ve had 2 days off, but the stupid schedule modifying program said it couldn’t compile some shit….so I’ve had to change it again…now I got one day off. I guess it’s okay, means I can easily work 2 days a week, earn some cash to pay for my books…it’s gonna be lighter than last semester, so…I can’t complain…although going to college for 2 hours of work-out(come on…work-out!!!) on Thursday afternoon, and 2 hours of class on Friday afternoon isn’t quite my idea of well-thought time management…but then again…I’m not the retarded college-bot that comes up with the schedules…
Gonna end it there and post it ASAP…although I just thought about it and…I can just…not change the time I posted it and get away with that lil detail…
Nah…I’m a honest guy. I wouldn’t do that kinda thing. I’m no more than a diversion with a 460$ suit for wierd-looking overweight Japanese catmen to be able to wreak some havoc.
I'm not gonna go on with all the stuff that's happened in July, cuz trust me, there is a LOT...I'll try to fit it in here and there this semester(cuz I've received my schedule today and oof...I believe I'll have plenty of free time to update here and there...so, get ready for a few exciting summer flashbacks(it's time like these I'd like to know how to do a TM thingie)). So, instead of writing down everything I've done in the past month and a half, I'm just gonna tell you guys what I've done...uh...yesterday.
See, yesterday, I went to Montmagny(a rural area about 45 minutes from Lévis) to perform in my first-ever wrestling show(cue exciting music...shit, what's with me and all those hyper-entertaining, but mostly neverending parentheses today??) . It was a special day for me, not only because it was my first show, but because I had two more or less...well...vital roles to play.
Role #1: I was to manage my good friend Zakkali Sublimo, The Phenom from the East, as I like to call him, in his triple threat match against Hot Show and Ray Confusion(more details on those two below...as in, pretty far below). This job was going to be easy. Nothing could go wrong on my side of the ropes, I was prepared, both physically(hahaha…managing…pff…) and mentally(whole different story. But I was).
Role #2 : I was to be the booker. Now, let me give you some information on yesterday’s show :
The show was a « spot show », as we call them around here. A show held by a promoter, not an actual federation, and where said promoter decides who wrestles and who doesn’t. He usually calls up the guys he wants on his night’s roster, then asks for a booker to build him a card, with some specific details and stuff… But our promoter was an old man we call Taxman, and Taxman’s known for being…well…not totally there, for lack of an actual term. Since we were lending him our ring(old man doesn’t even own a ring), our federation’s president, Hot Show, built the show’s card. Yesterday, a few hours before the show, he handed me the card and told me to modify it, if need be. I looked at the card and saw nothing wrong with it at all, therefore, left it as it was. The card looked nearly perfect, it was built on an experience basis, and also a bit on the estimated intensity of the match(no storyline material to work with, this was a spot show, makes matters very simple). So, basically, I was only going to be a booker in case somebody complained. That’s what I thought, anyway. Hot Show just KNEW I was going to be the booker, no matter what. He’s been in the business for 7 years, after all…
So, back to the story…I get called up at 11:15 am by Hot Show, he says I gotta be at L’Auberivière(the place where we store our ring) by noon. I just grab two cereal bars, put my managing gear(whoo…managing gear!!! How exhilarating! No, trust me…it rocks) in my car and head for L’Aube. There, we stick the stuff inside a truck and we wait for Taxman, who was supposed to be there at 12:30. 2:15, Taxman shows up, pays up for the ring, and we head for Montmagny. 3:00, we’re in Montmagny, we set up the ring, and once we’re done, we ask Taxman if he minds us putting up a few signs to do a bit of publicity for our wrestling school(considering the service we did him..heck, we transported the damn ring, set it up all by ourselves, and half the wrestlers on his card belong to our federation…I think he owed us that), and he says “Only if Michael Style agrees”.
Okay, so, who’s Michael Style? Remember me talking about spot shows being filled with wrestlers from different organisations? This spot show pulled most of its wrestlers from 2 distinct federations: R2W(Renegade Warfare Wrestling, the federation I work with) and EOW(Evolution Of Wrestling, the federation under Michael Style’s supervision).
Must’ve been around 5 or 5:30, and none of EOW’s guys, nor Michael Style, were there, so we decided to say fuck it and put up our signs anyways, since we’d set the ring up and…heck, we were there, which meant if nobody else showed up, we would be running the entire freaking show(wrestler logics). Then we moved the ring around so it would fit with the stage, but we realized the spring under the ring had moved too(which is very bad for the wrestlers who are going to take bumps in that ring for 15 minutes straight), so we had to adjust a few things underneath the ring. Meanwhile, mister Style finally showed up, went straight upstairs without saying hi or shaking hands with anyone, and went to take a look at the card. Card subject to change? You bet…
He came back downstairs, waving his arms around like the ex-anorexic schoolgirl that he is(he used to have real girly long hair. And he still looks anorexic. And girlish), and asking to see Hot Show. Since Hot Show was under the ring, adjusting the last lil details, he was instantly sent to…well, me. I had to deal with him, because according to him, all of R2W’s wrestlers were on the upper part of the card, while EOW’s wrestlers were at the bottom. Which is logical, since most of R2W’s wrestlers are 5+ year veterans, whereas the most experienced man in EOW has less than 4 years under his belt.
That and…his own personal match(put at #2) wasn’t high enough. I reminded him that Hister, one of our best men, was on the first match, and actually had more experience than him(didn’t say he had a shitload more talent, even though I definitely think so. And I’m 100% certain in showed in their matches. Hey…I sound pretty objective for a booker, don’t I? ;) ). I had to remodel the whole card to please Mister Whinealot, and that finally put him at ease…Heck, his match was the last one before the intermission, and even though I didn’t have time to watch it and we didn’t record it, by my memory of the crowd’s reaction to it, I can tell it most likely, if not undoubtedly, sucked.
Then I had to write down a second card for the music guy, and another one for the ring announcer, I had to deal with the two of them for most of the night, prepare a few spots with Hot Show and Ray Confusion…The Intermission started, which meant we had 15 minutes before our match…and then something happened. Pat(our wrestling school’s veteran trainer) got kicked out of the managing position in his match, due to the match being changed from a tag team match to a 6-man tag(with guys averaging 300lbs in it, there would have been too much risk of potential injuries for members of the crowd in case something went wrong), so he asked us if we minded him managing in our match. Zakkali(the guy that I manage) said it was fine, cuz Pat’s wrestling gear makes him look japanese, and Zakkali’s gimmick is…well…being a pororesu wrestler(japanese-style).
So, I got dressed up, and we went out for our match. Now, just so you don’t get confused…and remain entertained(cuz so far the entry’s pretty much me rambling about incoherent wrestling-related material), here’s a small bit of info on the wrestlers who participated in the match:
Hot Show: From Lévis, weighting in at 205lbs, he’s the head trainer of R2W’s wrestling school(aka The Bootcamp…if you haven’t caught it yet, we’ve got a military-themed federation, wait till the day I post pics of our ring…the apron rocks the shit outta this province). He’s known for wrestling “strong-style” and technical, meaning…if he punches you, brace yourself, cuz he doesn’t fake his shots. Won’t injure you, unless you ask for it, but you’re definitely gonna feel it. Oh, and it’s 205lbs of muscle, by the way. He goes to the gym on average…well…I’d say…7 days a week.
Ray Confusion: From Lévis, weighting in at 130lbs(he asked to be announced at that weight, but his real weight is 120lbs. So he says. I’d personally say 110lbs soaked wet, but what do I know?). He’s Hot Show’s cousin, and he’s got the same last name that I do. Which makes me wonder…is Hot Show a distant relative of mine? Back to Ray…this kid is amazing. He’s definitely the one kid at the bootcamp with the most potential, and he fully exploits it. In 8 months, he’s only missed one practice. Only one student has a better presence/absence ratio than him at the bootcamp, and it’s me. He wrestled with a borrowed mask, since the one he ordered from the US hasn’t arrived yet, so…his mask wasn’t great, his costume wasn’t great(his boots rocked, though), but his wrestling was very, very, very classy, considering this was the first match in his life.
Zakkali Sublimo: Accompanied by V.T. Valentine(me) and Bobbi Myagi(Pat), from Hokkaido, Japan(actually is from Loretteville, Québec), weighting in at 140lbs, he owns the coolest mask in the history of professional wrestling(http://storage.msn.com/s1pZ8pl_R1n1zEqifKuYEE6FUrcQW-QeEBdTIWLs2XeneAEOtNusPaemYrg-0NcyRfJ7NGrTYKBIs5sshoCNvOOwA/00.jpg?MdToken=946288375460076), and he’s one hell of a wrestler. Too bad things didn’t go according to plan…
Now, there’s something I must go on about…I just have to. I gotta describe the Eastern Coalition(I decided the 3-man clan we formed up would be called that), cuz everybody told me it looked awesomely kickass, and I know I can’t wait to get the damn pictures and see the tape.
So, you’ve got Zakkali Sublimo standing in the middle of the stage. The guy is real small, like, 5 ft 5, we used to call him the midget. He’s got his absolutely kickass mask, with a black Straightedge T-Shirt and white wrestling pants. Real great look. On his left, there’s Bobbi Myagi, standing 5ft6, weighting about…230, he used to be heavier, but he’s been losing some weight since he started working out…thing is, you still wouldn’t try to push him around in a bus. He’s waving around this huge WW2-style Japanese flag, wearing his judo kimono and a black cat-style mask with weird hair on the side and cool fangs around the mouth. On Zakkali’s right, there’s me…wearing a 460$ Hörst suit that I was wearing for the first time(scept that one time I put it on at that shop…y’know…the shop I bought the thing at?), with some sweet sunglasses, the best hairstyle I can possibly give myself with limited means, and a katana resting on my shoulder(yeah, Kill Bill vol. 1 kinda inspired me…didn’t want a mask, though), doing the coolest pose I could think of…cuz y’know, I was standing on a stage with 350 French-Canadian rednecks staring at me and my 2 Japanese friends in amazement, so it was hard to find a real cool pose and not look totally retarded. The guys backstage told me it came up real nice. I guess I’ll see in a few days.
The one thing I only thought about this morning was…heck…I was the tallest guy of the trio. That’s like, the first time I’m the tallest guy out of a bunch of males. AT A FUCKING WRESTLING SHOW, NO LESS. I’m 5ft7…well, last time I checked…but many signs seem to be pointing towards me having grown at least half an inch, if not a full inch, since the last time I checked.
And God could that last sentence be quoted outta context.
So yeah. I looked tall, for once in my life. And I liked it.
So, I managed…didn’t get inside the ring, instead I opted for the tried-and-true strategy of getting up on the apron and annoying the ref so that my buddy Zakkali could hit a few illegal maneuvers(or so Bobbi could get inside and give the boys some pain). I didn’t wanna soil my 460$ suit on my first night. I did manage to get punched in the face by Ray, and almost got punched by Hot Show, but Bobbi made the save at the last second. All in all, it was a nice match, but there was some miscommunication at the end, regarding the finish, and Bobbi seemed to be concerned about something…but since I didn’t have my glasses on(I’m very, very myopic), I couldn’t see shit, therefore didn’t notice the man I was managed suffered 3 major injuries, which kinda fucked up the ending of the match. The crowd didn’t seem to notice, the match ended with Hot Show pinning Ray Confusion 1-2-3 after hitting a kickass manoeuvre using a modified hip toss, the top rope, and some kind of twisting piledriver.
Bobbi carried Zakkali to the back as I picked up the flag, the katana and my sunglasses. When I got to the back…God, did I realize something was wrong with my buddy Zakkali. His 2 front teeth had been broken, he had a super-glazed look, like a transparent veil over his eyes, and he could not stand…he could barely keep his body straight while sitting down. We called a paramedic, he got examined, everything seemed to be okay…so he went over to the sink, cuz he felt sick…when we went to the bathroom a few minutes later, he was lying on the floor, so we got his parents in the crowd and he got taken to the hospital. His old man told Hot Show he would not let his son back inside a ring, and Zakkali personally told Ray Confusion that this was his final wrestling match…
After the main event, we packed the ring back inside the truck(not before we actually moved the rafters…yep. We…manually moved the rafters, 5 sets of them, because the dumbass farmers who had put them in front of our truck and all around our ring had decided they were taking the night off…), Ray asked me if I wanted to be his manager, in case Zakkali were to hold on to his word of not wrestling again. I accepted, and Hot Show said I had to, cuz according to him, Bobbi and I were the best managing team he’d ever seen, said it gave him shivers when he saw the three of us on the stage prior to the match, and he didn’t want us to get split up because of an injured wrestler. So, it seems like I may have lost my protégé, only to find another one…plus an ally in managing. Pretty cool…
This morning, before I went to work, I checked online to see if Zakkali was online. He actually was. Told me he had suffered a concussion from an unprotected mafia kick, his two front teeth had been knocked off from an elbow to the face, and he had a disk that had moved in his spine following a joker driver. Told me he didn’t intend to return to R2W… Kinda saddens me. I’m pretty sure if he’d suffered those injuries later in his career, it wouldn’t have discouraged him…but…man, on his first match? It’s a bit much to deal with…Oh well, at least, he did get a bit of revenge…Hot Show’s got his boot’s brand tattooed on the forehead. Yup. He kicked the guy so hard in the forehead that the logo left a red mark, and you can make out most letters. Pretty sweet, considering the guy is a boss-boy, and he worked today, plus tomorrow and Sunday. Can’t wait to hear what kinda comments he had from customers.
It’s almost midnight, which would make my entry kinda complex to read, cuz then everything I said happened yesterday would actually be 2 days ago…so I gotta hurry up and write about my college schedule.
I picked it up…18 hours/week. That’s 10 hours less than on the schedule I had last semester. But it still sucked…so I got it changed. I could’ve had 2 days off, but the stupid schedule modifying program said it couldn’t compile some shit….so I’ve had to change it again…now I got one day off. I guess it’s okay, means I can easily work 2 days a week, earn some cash to pay for my books…it’s gonna be lighter than last semester, so…I can’t complain…although going to college for 2 hours of work-out(come on…work-out!!!) on Thursday afternoon, and 2 hours of class on Friday afternoon isn’t quite my idea of well-thought time management…but then again…I’m not the retarded college-bot that comes up with the schedules…
Gonna end it there and post it ASAP…although I just thought about it and…I can just…not change the time I posted it and get away with that lil detail…
Nah…I’m a honest guy. I wouldn’t do that kinda thing. I’m no more than a diversion with a 460$ suit for wierd-looking overweight Japanese catmen to be able to wreak some havoc.