My pro wrestling debut goes awry
It should be no secret by now that I made my professional wrestling debut on Saturday night at the Maryland Championship Wrestling Shamrock Cup event at the New Green Room in Dundalk. What you might not know yet is that it didn't go quite as I expected. If that was "scripted entertainment," somebody showed me the wrong script, because I was totally blindsided by Kevin Eck at the end and -- frankly -- dropped like a bad habit in front of a rabid crowd that was looking for blood.
There was no blood, but there is video, which my boss says I have to put up on the blog. I'm am doing so under protest, because it does not show the behind-the-scenes treachery that led to my shocking defeat. I'm a classy guy, so I will congratulate Kevin Eck for withstanding the tremendous punishment I delivered to him during the match, but I'm still trying to get the final scene out of my mind. Don't want to spoil it for you, but look for the pink-clad Cole Calloway to plant a big wet kiss on Kevin at the end.
So, without further adieu, here is the "Battle of the Blogs." I hope you enjoy it more than I did.
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Categories: MCW: The Schmuckdown, Schmuck being Schmuck


I want to thank my boys Fed Up for joining me in my attempt to shut down
Just six days until the big six-man tag team match pitting me and Fed Up against Kevin Eck and a couple of guys from his Yoga class. I've been searching the internet for directions to the New Green Room, but apparently even Mapquest doesn't want to spend any time in Dundalk. Either that or they assume that anyone who wants to go there couldn't possibly be computer literate.
I'm going to admit right here that I got ambushed by Kevin Eck on Tuesday night on WBAL. I never had any intention of getting into the ring with him. I mean, do you know what that peroxide he's got all over his head will do to a good Tommy Bahama? Now, I have to defend the honor of The Schmuck Stops Here at the Maryland Championship Wrestling Shamrock Cup Show on July 31 in beautiful downtown Dundalk.
Of course, I always try to take the high road, but it apparently doesn't pass through Eckville. I just read some of the comments under Kevin's diatribe and I'm surprised to see some of you grappling afficionados trying to psychoanalyze me to determine the motive for my earlier comments about the current state of the so-called sport.
I'm a little confused, but maybe it's because I've been watching the Orioles all year. Most of you wrestling fans pay like $59 bucks to watch pay-per-views where the whole point is for the heroes and villains to be as over-the-top as they can possibly get, then you get all thin-skinned when somebody hits you with a verbal folding chair?
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