I got home this morning after a very late night. Alicia got me a couple of girls and we split from the club to go cruising around for a bit in their blue convertible. They seemed to have a great time as they were flashing various people. Perhaps the most shocking was the drive-thru at a McDonald's where they flashed the old lady working the window and actually convinced her to flash us. So..so just not right. So wrong. Oh so wrong. I've got to erase that image from my mind. I don't know how women can get one another to take their clothes off, but what you may think is a great power, also has negative effects to it, such was this. *shudder*

Then we go to the beach to find that it had been closed off, but that didn't appear to be the case. Putting up some yellow tape isn't going to prevent anyone from crossing. Curiousity drives people to go where you're not supposed to go, and do things you're not supposed to do. So we crossed and they stripped down to their thongs and go splashing in the shallow water just when two squad cars pull up and start screaming at us to leave. Since when do LAPD go about patrolling empty beaches? A guy and two girls who are almost naked, on an empty beach at night, and what would you think would be happening? They thought we were having some orgy, while I trained explaining to them the rules of human chess, shirts versus skins, men versus women. Of course they didn't buy into it since there was just three of us there, and where were all the other people that had been checked? Where else? We buried them in the sand! No, they all went home, sore losers. Of course the cops didn't buy into it so we just got some warning while they oogled Amanda and Yynveri as we're escorted back to the convertible. Of course they followed us for a mile or two before Amanda decided to try losing them and turning all sorts of directions. Didn't take long to lose them.

So next we stop in at some pizza place, and this is like two or three in the morning where we sat around just talking, or I guess it was listening to these idiots yak on and on about obscene things. The way you truly find out about women is to just hang around a couple of them and go out for a night. They belch, they fart, they giggle about everything, talk about sex and SpongeBob SquarePants. Then they had some amusing forty minute conversation about having sex with SpongeBob.

And then from here things took a twist as I mentioned how Bob is full of holes, but he's got no protrusions. Of course I get the stupid reply of if he's got no dick, then why does he wear underwear? Well, why do women wear underwear? Then they look at me for a minute, stumped, then said that they'd screw the hell out of SpongeRoberta. They giggled and asked me what I did for a living, and I told them I'm a pro wrestler. And of course they just so happen to be a wrestling groupie for a few various guys. No matter what I said from here on, I couldn't get rid of them. Make things up and I still couldn't get rid of them. I didn't want to be around them anymore, and just couldn't get rid of them to be left alone. We go to leave and I decide to try dropping them by walking the opposite direction of the car and they notice and start following me down the street. I have no idea where I am or where I'm even going, and they're following me. I've got lackeys.

So they start asking me who I wrestle for and such, and they've never heard of WWCWF, oddly enough. Then they start asking me about feuds and such and tell them about my match with Darion Steel this tuesday. This guy that's had a few matches in WorldWide and has some undefeated streak going. Now it doesn't matter if he has his mind on this match or dead child or whatever, cause just like a pitcher in a baseball game, if you start thinking about being undefeated and talking about it, then you're setting yourself up. I've been beaten plenty of times in my past, but that's the past, this is WorldWide. I've really stepped it up and put my focus in since burying Helmsley in the warm beach sands of Hawaii last july when I brought my sister into my life. Darion's got all the skill he needs. He's got the size and the determination, and it doesn't matter if his head is in the match or not cause he could put me in a hospital room without thinking. So if you're not thinking while you're fighting, one of two things are going to happen: either you're going to hurt someone, or you're going to get hurt. It's like concentrating too hard on a match. If you worry about your opponent making a mistake, then you're more likely to make one yourself first. Simple thought.

Then there's Sirius, this goofy entertainer who's got that something. He's got the ability to entertain, but he overdoes it. He overdoes it and it's going to bite him and break him time upon time again. He can respect anyone he wants, but I'm seriously going to break his legs next week. Why? Because when he goes to dance after that, it really will be break-dancing! HAHAHA!! Mwhaha. Haha. Break-dancing, cause he'd break his legs again from dancing. Ha. Haha. Ha. And once that happens, then we'll see how serious he gets.

Great Malinko went to visit an Oracle, while Pain Express hasn't been heard from in over a week, aside from the spot on Distortion. So he's either really picking up his training and not stopping to do a promo or something, or he could be following behind some horse, picking up some manure this weekend, since it is april and high school proms are about this time. Heck, he could've opted to be the horse for some kids in a horse-drawn carriage. Too bad it'd stink just as bad, so you know that geeky twerp isn't getting laid when his date smacks him in the head over and over for not just using a car, or a bicycle, or even walking. Everyone is becoming more quiet as of late, except for WhirlWind who remains as loud as ever. He needs his face everywhere, he needs it. He wants the attention, it's just like Sonic. Just like Missle. But he's got the talent just like them. But just because you can triple somersault with a twist into a nose-dive headbutt doesn't mean you can pin someone like Bob the Cloaked Guy. He brings me the blue screen of death? I'll bring him his best friend and turn it into his worst nightmare. The Grim Reaper, Death himself, comes to Bob, with a bar of soap in hand. So great will going through time be that it may come down to myself and WhirlWind in the end of the ride in the time chamber. Going back in time won't quite work as Peccant will get younger, assuming we're going light-speed, then like thirty minutes into the match then he'll lose a couple of wrinkles and the bags around his eyes, at least.

But now I realize that they're gone, as my yakking on must've driven them off to go have sex with some homeless bum or whatever the heck it is that they do. Perhaps go find a urinal and try peeing in one of those standing up like they talked about doing. So I recognize where I'm at and travel a block over and start jogging along to get on my street and jog for a few miles until I get back here. I'll go to sleep now, then come tuesday afternoon, we'll drive to Inglewood to the Forum. Darion Steel is to be a new competitor I have no history with whatsoever so hopefully I can pull a good match out with him, while watching Chris tear Sirius apart. But if he breaks his legs before I do, then I'll make sure Chris never makes it to the pay-per view. Then the real question is, after I take his place in the tag title match, do I gain my vengeance for Crow eliminating me last month in the battle royal? Or do I aid him in getting the tag team titles, finally? And why did I write this whole thing out to post on a forum site for gay and lesbian cats?