Beat it (beat it)
Beat it (beat it)
No one wants to be defeated
Show 'em how funky strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it

So this has been one hell of a boring week. On the 14th I'm booked in a steel cage down in ACW, which I'm looking forward to. And I haven't heard when TPW is having their next match, but it'll probably be another week or two. So I've been stuck at home listening to songs from my... diverse... collection of CDs.

Poppinshockinrockin wit a sidea hip-hop
'Cuz where we goin' there ain't no stoppin'
Poppinshockinrockin wit a sidea hip-hop
'Cuz where we goin' there ain't no stoppin'

Anyways, I got to have my biatc... I mean protege over to the house so he could watch some tapes. (He was supposed to clean my damn car, but we'll get back to that) So I got to bust out a tape of some old matches of mine. It was mostly my tag work with ****** "*** ******" ***, and a lot of that stuff was good. A lot of matches with Dynamite Extreme (If you guys are reading this, e-mail me. It's been a while) I learned a lot from those two, even though I can never tell them apart. They're twins, you know... Anyways, I always enjoyed my matches with them, except for one. I had been in about 5 or 6 months, and somebody was smartening me up to this whole "heel" gimmick. I was getting over that night, and got REAL carried away. Long story short, I pinned one of the twins with one foot, which was just plain stupid. It wasn't a bad match except for that one part, and I felt like crizap about it. So I let them beat my toned ass the next time we wrestled.

Well I'm a no-goodnick lower-middle-class brat
Backpacked
And I don't give a shit about nothin'
You be sittin on the corner talkin all that kufuffin
But you don't make sense with all the gas you be huffin
If the egg don't stain, you'll be ringin off the hook
On the hit list
Wanted in the telephone book
I like songs with distortion
To drink in proportion
Dr says my mom shoulda had an abortion

Ok, back to reality... Nothing happened this week. Well, besides a few shallow threats towards my wrestling career, nothing happened. But next time, I should be able to have an actual interesting commentary, PLUS pictures from my first ever cage match. Unless I get hit by a truck. Then, you won't see anything new on here. Ever.

Good luck to you and your people,
Outcast