A Day In The Life of Tripod...

OK, after collecting my thoughts a bit about the situation, and reading Krotch's blog about Eddie, I decided to pay Guerrero a bit more respect than the little blurb I posted upon hearing of his death.

I was a huge WWF mark as a small child. I have no memory from my childhood that isn't somehow related to Vince McMahon and the WWF. However, when the NWO angle hit in WCW, I quickly jumped on the bandwagon. During the Monday Night Wars, I will humbly prostrate myself before everyone and expose the fact that I was a WCW mark. And as such, I remember seeing Eddie work at a young age. Now, I was a total lil kid mark back then, so I thought everything that was getting crammed down my throat was real. And as such, I don't remember seeing many Eddie matches, I remember a lot more of the main event feuds and, for some reason, a Jericho/Malenko feud.

In 1998, I quit watching wrestling entirely for almost 6 years. I "grew out of it", I guess. I never watched, but picked up every videogame I found, along with the occasional free PPV from our then-pirated satellite dish. My first event back watching wrestling full-on was WWE WrestleMania 20. I remember seeing Eddie work that match against Kurt and just being absolutely amazed. From that point on, wrestling consumed my life yet again, and still does to this day. In the 18 months since I picked up full-speed again, I have eaten up every tidbit of tape I can find. When I was doing bullshit backyard wrestling a year ago, I wasn't hitting friends with chairs and stuff (at least not entirely); I was doing Frog Splashes.

Now, after breaking into the business, I still watch Eddie Guerrero matches with amazement. I feel that for a little guy like me, his style is such a good one to study that I literally MARKED out when I learned how to execute a flying head scissors. Eddie was not only an amazing worker; his story of battling (and defeating) his addictions are also incredibly inspirational.

One match that sticks out in my mind as an awesome Eddie match, for some reason, was his match vs. Super Crazy at Ring Of Honor's first event. I have that match on DVD, and am still blown away that a man can build his way to the top, take time away from the top company of the world to battle his addictions, work amazing independent matches (I am still looking for his triple threat vs. Mysterio and Punk in IWA-MS, I heard it was an astounding match), and then re-rise to the top of the business.

RIP Eddie. You will be sorely missed.

One of my favorite workers of all time was found dead in his hotel room about 14 hours ago. Despite being almost anti-religious, my thoughts and prayers go out to his family and friends. Eddie will be missed.

LOL I gots a fuckin funny story. I sat down on the toilet to take a shit, and I was thinkin about writing a LiveJournal entry. I finish my dump, but alas, no toilet paper. I walk to the other bathroom, pants at my ankles, to get some toilet paper. When I get into the other bathroom, I realize that apparently I wasn't done shitting, so I dropped a deuce in THAT toilet. Clean things up, then walk into the other bathroom and flush THAT beast down, and then come in here to type up my entry. That story actually isn't very funny, and pretty fuckin sick, but fuck you if you don't like it.

Last night I went to the high school play, because my girl had the mammoth fuckin' role of Train Passenger #2. She appeared a lot during the play as an extra and only had like 3 lines. Of course, afterwards I had to crash the cast party, even though I had nothing to do with the rehearsal, production, or crew of the play. Party kinda sucked, but hey it was free food and a time to hang out with my girl for a few hours.

My car is a piece of shit that's 1200+ miles over it's oil life, so it needs a change fuckin bad, but I'm so car illiterate that I couldn't even find the where the oil goes.

Watching Viva La Bam Season 2 right before I have to go to work. 4-8 bitches, no closing for me tonite! I'm procrastinating finishing 2 essays for English tomorrow, so yeah, I'll just not sleep and do those after work, TODAY'S MY DAY TO HANG OUT AND DO JACK-SHIT!

Last night I got ridiculed by my girl for wrestling at a gay bar last month. I had nothing to say, I chalk that kinda shit up to paying my dues in the business. I fell asleep watching that show, it was actually a pretty good show except we wrestled in a sandlot, outside, from like 11pm-2am, in the gay district of Davenport. Fuck that show was the worst fuckin show ever, but it ruled too.

No idea what else to write. Just thought I'd post didn't die over the weekend.

I walked into my room, coming home from work, and our cat is sleeping on my bed, SNORING.

I found it amusing.

Fuck! I forgot I even owned one of these beasts until I was browsing the internet and stumbled across Tyler Black's MySpace. Oh well, I'm pissed off, not tired at all despite the time, and haven't updated since last show. Things have been going normal (shitty, with some smooth points) since I last updated. School has blown giant fuckin donkey nuts while jacking off elephants, which is normal for my senior year in High School. I thought this shit was supposed to be my blow-off year? Instead, my dumb ass took all the advanced courses I could find and in the process fucked myself straight up the ass. I'm like a week behind in all my classes (except P.E.), but that's probably cuz I sit around my house watching wrestling footage all day rather than doing my homework. Like right now, for instance. I could be revising one of my many pending English papers, but instead I choose to vent my senseless anger at a webspace that no one will ever read.

My love life is the only thing that's felt like it's going well these days. My girl Kelly is the one (and only) thing I will miss about my current existence (except the trips to ScW are gonna be about an hour longer) when I go off to college. As for college, I have gotten accepted at Central College in Pella, IA and also the University of Illinois. All I have to say is FUCK U of I, I visited there on Friday and could not see myself wasting the next 4 years of my life there. Fuck that. I applied to Illinois State today, and after visiting there on Thursday that appears to be the new #1 choice, a very distinct possibility.

I stayed home from school sick today, even though I was barely sick. I think I just fucking wanted to be done with everything so just called it a day before the day even began. Went over to my regular partner-in-crime Kegin's house, had a smoke or two or three, and then came home and made it look like I was lying in bed all day. He burned me a copy of Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children, a bad-ass movie for us videogame junkies (although it sucks that it's Japanese with English subtitles). I also attempted to catch up on all my late homework, which I successfully accomplished for all my classes except English and Mythology.

While taking a break in my homework, I watched Kurt Angle vs. Ric Flair from RAW from sometime in June. I don't know what did it, but it was a great match and really make me think "hey, this shit is what I'm gonna do". I didn't even watch it as the smark I normally am, I watched on in complete mark-dom as two legends battled it out.

I really don't know what else to write, so I'll throw in a cheap plug while I think of something. ScW Elevation 2005 happens at Don's Pub on November 11, and the Lady Thrillers are gonna take on Mississippi Madman in a handicap match. Props to booking, they're building our feud really well.

I guess WWE Taboo Tuesday was tonite. Oh well.

The Sox won the Series....I'm a Cubs fan. But my girl is Sox through and through, so she walked around with a shit-eating grin for awhile, but it didn't rub off on me. I was only even moderately happy because she was absolutely beaming.

I did nothing for Halloween...I had to wash dishes in the shitpit that is Pizza Hut in Princeton, IL.

Yeah, I have no "farewell" to offer to anyone. Fuck both of you who read this.

Alright, I'm about eleven hours removed from the time I crashed into my bed after the show last night. And I just have to say that I cannot wait to get this show on DVD so I can see just how HOT the show really was. We did a run in on Aisle 9 after their match and beat them down, which resulted in a very brief shoot on me by Nick Stonewall, but he just kinda reacted after a mistake he saw (one I didn't know I was making). We talked about it backstage, and being more experienced than me, he showed me what I did wrong and why it was wrong, we shook hands and are cool with each other. Basically, he felt that me stomping and punching him on the outside detracted from the real damage that was going on in the ring, and if people were watching us outside fighting some might miss the REAL action going on in the ring. But everythings cool, it's all water under the bridge, and I learned something new about ring psychology because of it, so I'm glad I had that experience.

In the midcard of the show, we did ANOTHER run-in on Mississippi Madman, ostensibly for teaming up with former WWF superstar Samu (of The Headshrinkers, during the early 1990s) to beat us at the last show. So we ran in, did a number on him too, proclaimed that him having Samu helping him was the only reason they beat us, and the left.

The main event: Aisle 9 defending their ScW Tag Team Titles against The Lady Thrillers. The match tons of fans have been waiting months to see, even though there's really no feud between us. Top face tag team vs. top heel tag team; if only if was promoted as the main event, it would have been STANDING ROOM ONLY in Don's Pub. Instead we drew maybe 75 fans, which is still very nice, don't get me wrong. But we could have probably drawn casual ScW fans away from the Slipknot concert at the MARK to come see that match, and overall just could have had a decently bigger crowd. After the match, we worked them over some more, and Mississippi Madman came out, we split and ran to the back, and he threw down the challenge for a handicap match against us at ScW Elevation 2005, the next show.

We are on a roll as heels, and crowd really fuckin hated us last night. I was so proud of everything I did personally, and Woody and Mikey were both decently happy with their match, even though it had a few minor blown spots in it, but A9 and LT both really busted ass to cover them. I highly recommend buying this show on DVD when it comes out.

NO KAYFABE IN THE FOLLOWING PARAGRAPH: After the show, a bunch of the guys went to the IHOP in Davenport and had an absolute blast. All 3 of us Lady Thrillers, a girl Woody looks like he was gonna hook up with, ScW Heavyweight champ Tyler Black, Keith Wholesale (the other member of Aisle 9 besides Nick Stonewall) and Keith's girlfriend, Noach (the nickname for Jake Ryder S.E., the referee for our main event match), and Krotch (booking team member and semi-main event wrestler last night) all had a fuckin good time. Not gonna break down what all we talked about, but it was the most fun I've had in awhile. It really sucks that my girl couldn't come to the show, because she had already made previous plans with her friends, but hey, those kinds of things happen.

On the drive home, me and Woody chatted it up, just glowing in our performances of the night. After talking about everything from life to wrestling, he asked me to stop off at his mom's house and let the dog outside to take care of "business", which I tried to do but could not find neither the dog nor the dog's leash, so I called Woody, told him that I tried but couldn't do find either of em. So I went home, thought about typing this up last night, but just did not have the energy.

Whats up everybody, oh man am I hurtin'. Fuckin terrible day at school; long, boring, and I didn't have any of my homework done for all my harder classes this semester. Needless to say, I was JACKED when 3pm hit and I ran outta the school and back to my house. I called the #1 Playa Woody Maguire, one of the guys I manage in ScW (also my good friend and trainer), and we drove to Donohue, IA to set up the ring for tomorrow night's show and get in a good practice session. I took bumps of every nature, back bumps, flip bumps, handstand bumps, and learned how to run "international" (wrestler lingo for the most basic opening spot in a match). The practice session was planned out ahead of time and two ScW guys who work bigger promotions like IWA Mid-South, Tyler Black and Nick Stonewall (who is known to most of the wrestling world as Marek Brave), ran a camp for some of the new guys. Urgh, after the camp was over, I chain wrestled with Woody for a bit, and we planned out a spot that's gonna happen the next time ScW runs a battle royal. For kayfabe purposes, I can't tell ya the spot, but I guarantee it's gonna be killer so you're definitely gonna want to check out the next ScW show. Besides tomorrow night (techically tonite), the next show is three weeks from today (Friday), so it's some time in early November. I'll post more specifics when I get them.

But I'm fucking hungry, tired, and only have one shoe on. After partially undressing (took off one shoe and my hoodie), I just collapsed into my comfy armchair and posted this message with a body that is in such dull pain all over that it hurts my brain to tell my fingers what to type. I'm gonna say right now, I've only done it for about 3 or 4 months now but wrestling is definitely a tough business. But it's MY business, and dammit I love it more than anything. Sorry to everyone else, but it's the #1 thing in my life, no matter what anyone says, and I wouldn't give it up for anything.

Anyway, I ran out of things to say. Tomorrow night when I get home, feeling similar to how I do now, I'll post my thoughts and comments on ScW Wicked Ways, my boring-ass school day, and any other choice things that occur in the next 24 hours.

Yeah, hows everybody doin out there in Internet land tonite? Bored and ran out of good porno to look at? Yeah, me too. Apparently these blogs are popular, so I felt the need to fill everyone's minds with my genius. But this post right here serves no purpose whatsoever, I'm just bullshittin and rantin and raving to try and see how LiveJournal works. But yeah, SCOTT COUNTY WRESTLING presents Wicked Ways live at Don's Pub in Donohue, IA on Friday, show starts at 7pm so if you're showin up, good. If not.....uhh....screw you I guess. I'll have more things up tomorrow when I'm not tired...