I wish I had a ‘before and after’ photo montage but my computer crashed a few years ago and I have yet to find my floppy disks containing all of our pictures together. Also, I don’t have a floppy disk slot on my macbook (way to go Steve Jobs!).
My date for Sheri and the Mack’s wedding… my ex-ex, etc Bf Jerry and I enjoying some tasty beverages as well as a scrumptious vegan dinner.
I then ditched him at the bar with my camera (which he then forgot and was later found amongst the drunken left over stuff in the reception hall) so that I could enjoy the magnificently ridiculous playlist the groom had meticulously chosen. Unfortunately the Dj played most of “our songs” (including “Africa” by Toto) during the dinner which I didn’t let go unnoticed by jumping out of my seat and going to the bride and groom’s table all while pointing and high-fiving and/or thrusting my pelvis into the back of their chairs in front of their entire respective families (sober, mind you).
I’ve remained good friends with him even though we’ve been broken up since… 2006 (??) and now to show my support I will ask you to view this video of his that is featured on Funny Or Die.
He recently started a twitter war with the PBA (Professional Bowling Association) that lead to them formally inviting him to compete on the tour during their stop at a location close to his hometown of Pittston PA and prove to the world that he can back his shit up. He’s waging his hair. It’s a bowling hair match. (I’ve grown attached to his hair, I used to accidentally burn his scalp while flat ironing his crazy afro, I’ve also made him whine with pain by giving him dreads that he kept for but a few days (idiot)).
Some of you may, or may not, know him as Chikara’s Vin Gerard but he was also, in his youth, a competitive bowler (for realz).
I love to have a good laugh and I think this is absolutely incredible as well as a good opportunity for him to realize a childhood dream as well as to use this as a platform for his business SnipStamp, an bar-hopping app that will be launched later on this summer.
Watch the video here
Ps: he used to be “straight-edge”. ugh, that term.
While I was stalking my own self on youtube I stumbled upon this one… From an old IWS show back in 2004, when I was blonde.
It is tagged and titled as
“The Greatest Chair Shot Of All Times”…
I thought it to be wildly exaggerated and inaccurate and I said to myself: It should say “on a girl”. But after viewing it a few times, I take it back. That shit was vicious.
That’s it, you’ll never hear of wrestling again on this blog.
PS: I Love how, at the end, Arsenal jumps up like a 4 year old excited about finishing a hard level on Super Mario Bros 3
WARNING: mindless entertainment + ass shot
What was commonly and simply known, within the wrestling community, as the ECW Arena has apparently closed its doors.
I remember the first time we (Kevin Steen, Generico and I) drove down to south Philly for the first time and saw “the arena”… It was a scary ghetto sight. But you’d walk in and there would be this incredible vibe you just could not deny.
The above video is of the only live event I participated in as a performer (and not a merch girl for Chikara lol), CZW’s Cage of Death 6… The place was packed and I got a good old “crack whore” chant. I felt like a sluttier french version of Francine walking to the ring. I HAD MADE IT! (jk)
Throughout the years this place would turn out to be like a second home as this became the training facility for Chikara as well as it’s Sunday events venue.
I broke my foot doing a springboard backflip off the CZW ropes. I witnessed some insane legitimate brawls and got to see some of the most fantastic wrestlers the indies have to offer, from Cali to Japan. Some of which, including best of friends, ended up succeeding in the business.
Wrestling has left a bitter taste in my mouth but it also made me who I am today. And by that I mean, I can take a lot of shit and I work my ass off. Training at this facility, with the people I was lucky enough to work with, has sincerely changed my life.
It’s also where I met one of my best of friends.
I’ll miss it. I miss Philly.