Post by shelleyrules on Aug 20, 2007 15:50:12 GMT -5
Posted by Machete on www.floridaindies.com.
What a night I had........
I work a Bunkhouse Brawl in Crystal River for FIP's Heatstroke Night 1 on Friday. During a match between the YRR against HBX/BLK/MRKT I suffer a laceration on my forehead that bleed so much during the match that I couldn't even see. After the match I manage to lick my wounds and get the blood under control. I hang out with my partner Shawn & Irish Airbourne on Saturday and see a movie, eat and make my way to Heatstroke Night 2. I look on the booking sheet and see it's Black Market with Steve Madison against the YRR in the Main Event. After YRR pull their usual crap I ask for an anything goes street fight. The challenge is accepted, the fans are happy, I am plotting my revenge. Well......to be a straight shooter here I'm working with Kenny King and he reopens my wound with a real hard punch to the face........well I bleed twice as hard as the night before. I mean the color was scary. So we defeat the YRR and I'm thanking the fans for their support and I see streams of blood squirting from my head. No big deal I thought I'll go back get it under control. Well I go to the shower and try to get my boots off and by the time I do the bathroom looks like a murder scene. MY head is squirting like a fountain and every move I make I am literally painting the walls with blood. It was alot of blood, a whole hell of a lot. I feel so sorry for whomever had to clean up after me. So I try everything but I can't stop the pouring of my own blood, I have an open artery and it won't stop.....period. I finally stack bandages and tie a bandana around my head and although it soaks right through I feel like it's under control. Now I can barely stand. I clean my whole body off with alcohol because a shower was just not an option.......I felt weak, real weak. I was acting crazy. Then my buddy Erick Stevens hooks me up with a protein bar and I get my pay and leave. I get home at about 2:30Am I wake my wife and tell her to keep an eye on me cause I don't wanna die in my sleep. And I go to bed on my back. I then wake up at 4:30 am on my stomach dreaming I am swimming. My face is a crimson mask my pillow is soaked in my own blood and I am weak as a mother****er. If I didn't wake up I know I would have bleed out and not be writing this today. My wife drives me to the emergency room and I get stitched up inside and out.
The moral of the story is...............REVENGE!
Anyone that knows me know I won't let this slide! This isn't a storyline, this is what it is. So, do yourself a favor get your ass to Crystal River next month and see the most brutal match in the history of FIP from the 2 teams that put it on the map BLACK MARKET & The HEARTBREAK EXPRESS. Kenny King will be got in this match, I am gonna do this son of a $#^$^# in, trust me.
What a night I had........
I work a Bunkhouse Brawl in Crystal River for FIP's Heatstroke Night 1 on Friday. During a match between the YRR against HBX/BLK/MRKT I suffer a laceration on my forehead that bleed so much during the match that I couldn't even see. After the match I manage to lick my wounds and get the blood under control. I hang out with my partner Shawn & Irish Airbourne on Saturday and see a movie, eat and make my way to Heatstroke Night 2. I look on the booking sheet and see it's Black Market with Steve Madison against the YRR in the Main Event. After YRR pull their usual crap I ask for an anything goes street fight. The challenge is accepted, the fans are happy, I am plotting my revenge. Well......to be a straight shooter here I'm working with Kenny King and he reopens my wound with a real hard punch to the face........well I bleed twice as hard as the night before. I mean the color was scary. So we defeat the YRR and I'm thanking the fans for their support and I see streams of blood squirting from my head. No big deal I thought I'll go back get it under control. Well I go to the shower and try to get my boots off and by the time I do the bathroom looks like a murder scene. MY head is squirting like a fountain and every move I make I am literally painting the walls with blood. It was alot of blood, a whole hell of a lot. I feel so sorry for whomever had to clean up after me. So I try everything but I can't stop the pouring of my own blood, I have an open artery and it won't stop.....period. I finally stack bandages and tie a bandana around my head and although it soaks right through I feel like it's under control. Now I can barely stand. I clean my whole body off with alcohol because a shower was just not an option.......I felt weak, real weak. I was acting crazy. Then my buddy Erick Stevens hooks me up with a protein bar and I get my pay and leave. I get home at about 2:30Am I wake my wife and tell her to keep an eye on me cause I don't wanna die in my sleep. And I go to bed on my back. I then wake up at 4:30 am on my stomach dreaming I am swimming. My face is a crimson mask my pillow is soaked in my own blood and I am weak as a mother****er. If I didn't wake up I know I would have bleed out and not be writing this today. My wife drives me to the emergency room and I get stitched up inside and out.
The moral of the story is...............REVENGE!
Anyone that knows me know I won't let this slide! This isn't a storyline, this is what it is. So, do yourself a favor get your ass to Crystal River next month and see the most brutal match in the history of FIP from the 2 teams that put it on the map BLACK MARKET & The HEARTBREAK EXPRESS. Kenny King will be got in this match, I am gonna do this son of a $#^$^# in, trust me.
to get stitched up. Honestly, no big loss to the industry if he bled out and died. Hernandez is waaaay better than he was, and that's saying something. The most impressive thing he did in LAX was pushing Konnan around in a wheelchair, I think it might be going a bit far to call him a former TNA star.
