This wasn't a bad weekend. Not a bad weekend at all. Nope. If someone asked me to talk about bad weekends, I would definitely NOT mention this one. Saturday, I wrestled Lucha up-and-comer El Sufamilico in a mixed tag match, where I demonstrated that 90 lbs women are no match for my powerslam! It was for TPW, which was doing this show as part of a community outreach program for a local church. It feels good to be part of things like this. Makes beating up chicks seem all righteous, or something

On Sunday, I wrestled in ACW against my fraternal twin brother, Tyler Bateman. Not our best match, but definitely up there. We beat the hell out of each other, as is the custom with us. In the end, a brutal Homicide Backdrop cost me the match against my clone. It was pretty cool, too. I landed head first, and managed to slide backwards about a foot or so before I stopped. It's a really cool feeling when you walk into the back and everybody thinks you're brain-dead. I should be getting some pictures of Tyler on here pretty soon, as well as the other LOS SUPER-ASTROS down at ACW (Plus some funny ass pictures of Summer Rain) so keep an eye out for the new picture page.

I think I'm going to cut back on some of my bookings for a couple of months to get back in shape. Wait, I mean to get IN shape. I never really was in the first place. But anyways, I need wind, a tan, and about 20 more pounds on me. If anybody wants to help (Donate their skin, workout tips, pictures of Rue McClanahan...) just drop me an e-mail.