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I sat down the other night and watched a bunch of old matches, hoping for something to write about. I ended up watching two matches over and over. The first one was Outcast vs Tyler Bateman vs Grenade vs Ryan Styles. Now, let's all remember that I'm young and stupid, so I don't think before I act (hence this webpage) Anyways, in the beginning of the match Ryan Styles gave me a spear through the ropes and to the floor. I'm usually OK about landing correctly, but this time I held on to the ropes too long and landed tailbone-first. I didn't notice anything until Tyler gave me a Blue Thunder later on in the match and this sharp pain shot up my spine. For the longest time, I had thought that Tyler was responsible for my back, and kinda held it against him. But then I actually got a chance to sit down and see the match, and I could tell it was my bump on the outside that did it. Anyways, I took a bump in practice a couple days after that match, and as soon as I hit, I felt like I was paralyzed. I legit couldn't get up because of the pain. Now, I know I should have taken some time off and had my back looked at, but let's all remember the Outcast's motto: "I'm an idiot." So I basically wrestled in a whole lot of UN-good matches, my worst of which was with Ryan Styles in late August 2002. I had managed to start bumping on my shoulders instead of my back, so I didn't experience that whole crippling thing again. But in this match, I took something jacked up, and you could tell immediately after I landed that I was out of it. Long story short, I sucked. Efficiently and thoroughly. I think my first actual good match since that was with Grenade (pronounced Green-Aid) about a month later. It was this match that made me realize that yelling a lot and being a dumb cretin can get just as much of a pop as all that risk taking crap. I'm not writing this to get sympathy for anything, or something stupid like that. I'm just writing about the first thing that pops in my head. As I've said before, "Speak first, then think." I'm not trying to act like I'm uber-dedicated to the business, either. I'd rather go shopping for summer clothes with Chris Adams than have people visit my website and think "What an arrogant bastard..." So, to liven things up, here's a joke. I hope Ashton Kutcher dies in a fire, PS: I'd like to congratulate Cari Krenz on a sweet birthday party. It gave me a chance to know what it would be like if I had children. Children that were in their twenties and have drinking problems...
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