places I wouldn't go with a gun
I really can't emphasize what a strange experience pro wrestling is.
I'm writing this from a holiday inn on a chaser's dime. One that wouldn't dare touch me because of the volatile consequences it would reap on his meager empire.
He's a dipshit...
But I've drank with his friends, became the coolest person their daughters have ever met, meanwhile a man who's only ever had about a college essay page of dialogue with me is ready to show me off like a new doll in the box. I set up his ring, sat through his strange misogynistic comments like I'm not capable of defending myself... Especially due to the very thing I'm here for...
Why is she doing this? For an excuse to get out of town and a chance to set up a ring and beg for a match in front of a bunch of tailgating fratboys...
Nobody can ever tell me I don't do it for the love of the game ...