#[ i got ezekiel’s name out of this little thing i had to sing for choir in 5th ]

[cd-daily]

[ some of them bones are ezekiel’s bones, some of them bones are mine ]

[bubblegumlefty]

Okay. So now that I finally was able to see my first live payperview, here are some highlights I listed.

1) I finally learned what "TV Magic" is. They had one entire side of the stadium blocked off, and it was either that they always did this without me ever noticing, or that they didn't get enough ticket sales. Or maybe it's both.

2) Bayley finally came back after several months (which made my fan sign useless! 😂). Two other stars returned too, but I can't remember their names at the moment. I was secretly hoping for Ezekiel or Elias to come out later during the show to complete the experience, but alas, I only got half. Still better than nothing.

3) Miz VS Logan Paul actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Was actually kinda funny at points (like the Miz with his own pokemon card? C'mon. 😂) Also, for some reason, seeing Tomasso Ciampa wear bright green ring gear was strangely hilarious to me. Probably because it just looked so jarring. Logan actually suprised me, ngl. Say what you want about his intolerable behavior as a person, but if there's one thing that he's good at, it's how to generate good heat. His wrestling ain't too shabby either.

4) Usos VS street profits was nice. Entrances were sick, their wrestling was exciting to see, and the way they were teasing the street profits' seperation just hurt in all the right ways.

5) Seeing Judgement Day's entrance was epic as hell. Too bad I was too far away to get good pictures of Finn, Damian, and Rhea in all their sexy glory. Seeing Rey and Dominick wrestle live was pretty cool too.

6) Edge returned to an awesome ovation. To say that the section I was in was made near deafening noise would be an understatment. Me and my Dad literally jumped out of our seats and cheered once we heard the unfamiliar music. Don't even get me started on his Brood like entrance with the fire and shit. I really hope that'll be his new permanent entrance for now, cause it's absolutely badass.

7) As the sun set, the stage turned on a giant bright light that was for the entrance way on the side of the roof that shone directly in front of the nosebleed section. The entire section began to chant "we can't see" and "turn the light off". Obviously it didn't work, but it was still funny regardless.

8) Austin Theory VS Bobby Lashley was decent. It wasn't until Bobby's entrance did some Pyro finally go off. It was super close to our seats and nearly scared the living daylights out of me and my family, lol.

9) Don't have much to say about Ronda Rousy VS Liv Morgan except that their entrances were pretty cool to watch (then again, I guess that applies to every entrance). Don't get me wrong, the match was fine enough, but it just felt too short to me. At least Liv retained the championship.

10) Pat McAfee's entrance was great with the choir and everything. I know his wrestling reign won't last very long, sadly, so I'm just gonna appreciate it while it lasts. Corbin is just meh. Not terrible, not fantastic, just... Meh. Neutral feeling I guess.

11) Glenn Jacobs made a cameo. Not gonna get into the political stuff, thank you. But seeing him raise his arms up for the fire and pyro after his little speech was neat to see.

12) Seth Rollins made an appearance. Not for a match sadly, but still there regardless. Entrance was cool with everybody singing his theme and everything. Riddle was just being riddle, talking about Randy Orton and how he got injured and stuff. After Seth had curbstomped him and was walking back up the ramp, one of the fans commented to his friends that he was gonna go back for a second one. Didn't happen.

13) The Main Event was fantastic. Definitely the best match Roman and Brock have had during their feud. Roman's entrance was amazing to watch. I even did the pointing thing. Pyro was awesome, music was awesome, kinda repeating myself at this point. Brock's was cool too. He brought a freaking tractor to the ring and pulled a cool and funny sounding introduction. Props to him that he can finally manage to do his own promo work after so long. As for the match itself, it was *chef's kiss*. The several near count-outs, the way brock dumped Roman's body on the canvas with the tractor (lol) and literally lifting AN ENTIRE QUARTER OF THE FUCKING RING. (btw Roman falling the way he did when it happened is just pure meme potential. Loved it. Paul Heyman also took an incredible table spot, which is amazing for his age ngl) Theory tried to cash in his briefcase, but failed (my Dad was literally saying "bullshit" as soon as his music hit. I had already theorized that it would potentially happen. Good thing he failed to cash in, that would've been one of the quickest ways to get X-pac heat since Roman defeated the Undertaker. Ending was satisfying. Honestly, I think the Usos interfering and covering Brock with the debris of their work for the win was one of the more believable approach to having him lose in my personal opinion. Sadly, I was forced to leave before the fireworks went off, so I basically missed the grand finale of the show (thanks dad 🙄), had an anxiety spike when I was trying to leave the stadium, and ended up tripping on the crack in a road when we got to the car and ended up scraping my knee terribly. So not a pleasant way to end the experience, but hey, it is what it is.

So my overall experience for my first live payperview ever? 8/10. Had some downsides here and there (unable to hear the commentary, too far away to actually see the wrestlers clearly due to poor eyesight, as well as the other stuff I just mentioned) but overall, it was generally a fantastic experience that I would love to participate in again sometime in the future once I get the money and transportation required for such a thing. Oh, and lesson learned? Get the more expensive tickets/closer seats as your first choice in ADVANCE!!!

[teddy-bear07]

The New Kid

 I stepped into my closet and looked around.

   I grabbed a white shirt, light blue skinny jeans, black Adidas, and my red, black and white varsity jacket. I walked into my bathroom and brushed my black hair back.

   Since I was little people have always told me that I won the lottery when it comes to the gene pool. My mother is Egyptian and my Father is Korean, leaving my sister and I pretty well off. We both have wavy black hair, mine an undercut and hers long, and we both have jade colored eyes. Our skin is a golden olive-brown and tans in just the right way. We both have barely any acne, which is awesome! I'm 6'4, with a lean yet muscular build. My face is almost perfectly proportioned. My jawline is one of the many things of mine that I'm proud of, along with my cheekbones. My nose isn't to large or to small, my ears either.

   People say that my accent helps. My sister and I were born in Australia, and we spent 5 years of our life there. We purposely kept the accent. People say it's hot. So.

   I quickly brush my teeth and run downstairs to my kitchen where my mom is drinking coffee at the table and my dad is reading the paper.

   I grab my school books from the kitchen island.

   "Well good morning to you to," my dad says, looking up over the newspaper.

   "Sorry dad," I say, grabbing an apple from the fridge and kissing mom on the forehead. "Lylith! Hurry up!" I call upstairs to my younger sister.

   "I'm coming Zeke!" she answers.

   "Ezekiel," my mom says as I head towards the foyer, "Can you stop my the grocery store and get me some stuff on your way home?"

   "Sure mom," I tell her, as I look in the mirror on the foyer wall, messing up my hair a bit.

   "I'll text you the list!" she yells as I head outside.

   Once I'm out the door I stop and close my eyes. It's so beautiful here. I breath in the sent of the salty sea. The wind caresses my face and ruffles my hair, whispering to me. I look out at the sea for a moment before jumping into my truck. Lylith runs outside as soon as I start the engine.

   "Jeez, in a hurry much?" she says with a smile.

   "Sorry, but if i didn't make you hurry then we'd both be late for the first day of school."

   Lylith and i go to Virginia Beach Academy, home of the Trojans. The school has three levels and tons of windows. There's a roof garden for seniors to eat lunch on, and the grounds are open and beautiful.

   Virginia Beach is a city on the coast of virginia. Palm trees line sidewalks and sand that feels like cotton is everywhere. It's constantly humid here, but makes up for the humidity by almost every building being air conditioned. The school has four separate buildings. One building is used for the kids involved in art, workshop, photography, film, etc. It's one level and the room are very large and spacious. Another building is used for the sports. It's two levels and holds a basketball court, a swimming pool, a workout room, 4 batting cages, a soccer simulator, a golf simulator, and several supply rooms. The last two buildings are the main buildings. They're three stories tall and used for classes and staff offices.

   Lyl is a sophomore this year and me a senior. We're both athletic and are in several after school activities and clubs. I'm in cross country and basketball and Lyl is in cheerleading and soccer.

   As I pull into the school parking lot I see some of my cross country buddies. They see me getting out and all shout in unison, "ESSA IS HERE!"

   "I'm gonna run before you friends rub their idiocy off on me," Lyl says, walking away, already heading towards her soccer friends.

   I chuckle and head towards the guys, Brandon, Ian, and Thomas.

   "Ezekiel Ivan Essa, who said it was okay for you to fall off the face of the earth this summer?" Brandon asks, slappin me on the back.

   "Sorry man, between my job and my parents signing me up for all the church activities I was crammed," I answer him.

   "Aw man, more church stuff? I get that you're parents are big time Christians, but that doesn't mean they should drag you into a bunch of activities!" Ian says.

   "It's not that bad," I say. Ian is right. All the church activities do get tiring after a while, but i also enjoy the majority of the stuff we do. The church does VBS, which is always fun, they do meal packing, singing in different towns, mission trips, (we went to Haiti this year), and a variety of other things.

   "Anyway, what's you're guys' first class?" Tom asks,

   It turns out that Ian and I have first period; advanced math; together, and that Brandon and I have fifth period; music; together. All varsity players, no matter which sport, male or female, have lunch together.

   Soon the boys and I head inside to get ready for class.

   I walk to my locker, which is on the second floor, and grab my advanced maths book along with my AP English Literature and Composition book and Spanish book.

   "Mr. Ezekiel Essa, Mr. Roy Jansen, and Miss Keirsten, please come to the main office before class." I hear over the intercom system.

   I put my books in my bag, close my locker, and head to the offices.

   When I get there I see Keirsten and Roy standing with Principal Leah Norstrom and three other people, two girls; blonde and auburn hair; and one boy; black hair.

   "Ah, Ezekiel. These are our new students. These two girls are Clarrise and Monica," she points to the blonde first and then the auburn. "And this is Jeremiel." she points to the boy. "You all will be showing them around the school this next week. Clarisse and Roy, since they both have first class together, will be pairing up, Monica and Keirsten, because they have art together, and Zeke and Jeremiel, you both are in cross country and music together."

   "When will we start showing them around?" Keirsten asks.

   "Right now," Mrs. Norstrom says. "You are excused from you first two classes today. And you will be eating lunch with them."

   The whole time Mrs. Norstrom is talking i've been studying Jeremiel. He's a few inches shorter than me, so that would make him about 5'11, he's lean like me. His ethnicity has to be something Asian. His face is soft but defined. His cheekbones are just noticeable and his jaw is soft and smooth. His hair is a slightly overgrown undercut and is wavy and his eyelashes are thick and dark. He must have heterochromia, because one eye is a dark, deep brown and the other is a piercing light blue. He's wearing a baggy red Supreme sweatshirt, blue jeans, a silver cross necklace, and black work boots.

   "You all are excused," the principal says.

   I walk out to the hallway and stop. "I'm Ezekiel Essa," I say, holding out my hand.

   "The principal already told me," he says.

   I raise one eyebrow, waiting for him to shake my hand.

   He sighs, and shakes me hand. "Lee Park Jeremiel."

   "The Angel of Visions and Dreams," I say, starting to walk down the hall.

   "What?" he asks. He looks confused.

   "Oh, sorry," I say, rubbing my neck. "I just, um, after the archangel? You know, the angels by God's side? I'm sorry, that was weird. It's jus-"

   "It's ok," He says. I look at him and he has a small smile on his face. "Ezekiel, the Angel of Death and Transformation."

   I smile. "You go to church?"

   "Yeah, Grace Bible Church as of next Sunday. You?"

   "Well, I hope I didn't make too bad of an impression already, because I guess ill be seeing you every Sunday.

   "Oof," he says, a teasing note in his voice. "I guess I'm gonna have to talk to my parents about moving churches."

   "Aw, damn it. I scared of another member! Stupid Zeke. God why do i have to ruin everything?" I say, laughing at the end.

   He smiles fully and my breath catches. His name isn't the only angelic thing. His smile lights up his whole face and i swear i hear a choir. His eyes hold a heavenly light and i feel as if i'm looking at the gate of Heaven.

   I whip my head away from him, so he doesn't see the red appearing on my cheeks.

   "Hey, you okay?" He asks.

   "Um, yeah. Yeah. got something in my eye. Don't want you to think I'm crying," I say, rubbing my eye, acting. Once my cheeks have cooled down i look at him again. "So, I'm guessing you're Korean?"

   He nods. "What about you? Your eyes and face shape are similar to a Korean’s, but..., not?"

   "My mom is Korean. My dad is Egyptian. That's where I got my last name, Essa. It means 'Gift of Isis', and Isis is the Goddess of wisdom. Not like the group Isis. Anyway, they met in Australia, got married, had me and my sister, and then moved to the U.S. when I was five."

"Cool. And you can call me Jere or Park. Jeremiel isn't the best name to repeat over and over."

   "Well, you can call me Zeke or Essa. Can i see your schedule?"

   He pulls his schedule out of his bag and hands it to me.

   "This is great!" I say. "We have shop, lunch, gym, and cross country together!"

   He smiles again, this time a small smile. "Thats nice."

   "Lets go! We only have two periods to walk around so we better start now!"

   "Are you always this peppy?" he asks me.

   "No, I'm just really happy that I got to the awesome new kid before anyone else!"

   He chuckles and smiles. And then his face falls.

   "What's wrong?" I ask and stop walking.

   "It's just, not many people would like to be my friend."

   "Why not?" I'm so confused.

   He mumbles something under his breath that I can't hear. He's staring at the floor, and his hair is slightly covering his eyes.

   "What was that?" I ask, bending towards him a bit to hear him better.

   He mumbles again. I place my hand on his shoulder.

   He looks me in the eye and says, "I'm gay! Okay? So go on and make fun of me already!" he looks back down at the floor. How the hell am i so lucky?    

   "Look at me," I say.

   He doesnt look up. I see a drop of water hit the floor. I squat down and look up at him. Another tear runs down his face. He looks surprised to see me on the floor looking at him.

   "Lee Park Jeremiel, I couldn't give two shits if you were gay. Your sexuality doesn't matter to me. Hell it couldn't matter less. I will protect you at all costs, okay?"

   His brows furrow and he wipes the tear from his cheek. "Are you sure? If others find out tht you're friends with a faggot then-"

   "Shut up. Never call yourself a faggot. You sexuality doesn't make you inferior to anyone. You are worthy. Of God, of friends, of everything. OK?"

       He smiles. "OK."