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pros of returning to nz for my weird kids research trip: lots of awesome material, i finally feel at home in my home country again, i missed the bush, i missed the rain, i finally have a complete arc for carver, rasmussenisms, made peace with the rage, got to see the family cat even if he doesnt remember me, my childhood bed, my childhood stuffies, great inspiration for plot and setting, new horror devices
cons: the sweet spot in my childhood home is about 10 days and day 12 im going fucking crazy
#dellete#but excited to flesh out my weird kids ch outline some morr and go back to writing.... after doing some art comms#truly so excited for this project again.#i was always in a weird place about it. it was supposed to be my junk food project. not more lighthearted but certainly more easygoing#i just really needed to prove to myself i had a story to tell and i was wary to challenge myself#there was so much i didnt want to confront about the experiences that inspired it and so much of myself i didnt dare include#and then i split weird kids into 2 projects: weird kids and fistfuls of bedlam#and named the overarching duology rip it up and now i feel like things are finally coming together#i finally have the skill to articulate the story that veins through me to some capacity and i have thr faith that every day i get better#no surprises here but i had so much shame#i still do#i have to keep working on it#and yeah every novel in my planned work features a different fragmented perspective of the original artefact#cosmic. mind destroying nightmarish etc#but weird kids and fistfuls of bedlam#two projects i could barely look at head on for shame at what they were#what they represented#have become so dear to me#an ill congregation#and best of all do not require much mathematical research#stares at my notes for the rest of the series
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Show Review: Blitzkrieg Pro Wrestling, âTime Bomb,â 8-26-17
Hey, itâs the the northern Connecticut promotion that Cody Rhodes will SHOOT HARD on! Itâs their two-year anniversary! Itâs a show in which a bunch of guys didnât turn up, the card got scrambled, and Marty Jannetty was drunk off his ass! Letâs take a look, shall we?Â
(All photos in this post by Chris Marion of the good ole Springfield Republican newspaper, or whatever itâs called nowadays)
The time: Saturday, August 26, 2017, 7 p.m. (the poster has the wrong bell time, in a classic indie fed move)
The place: The former Enrico Fermi High School in Enfield, Conn. They closed this high school a few years ago, but youâd never know it: the trophy cases in the hallways are still full, and there are still pictures everywhere of students doing student activities. I bet those kids are either almost done with college now. Or, since this is Enfield, in the military. Sobering.
The crowd: 300-ish? Hard to tell. Not nearly as many people as were there the last time they ran this building. They should have done this show in their normal venue, a banquet hall above a Polish bakery.Â
Show notes: Al Snow, âCowboyâ Bob Orton, and Marty Jannetty were in attendance, but only signing autographs. Itâs kind of a miracle Marty was able to sign anything. When I got there, the two women working the door pointed him out to me: he was hitting on the young woman who sings the national anthem in the most sloppy-drunk way possible. âHeâs been chasing her around all night,â they said. âSheâs desperate to get away from him.â Fun! Orton and one of the Blitzkrieg âofficeâ people had to carry Marty out to his car to sleep it off. Blitzkrieg is this weird mixture of local guys, very young guys who want to make a go of it, indie stars, and âlegends,â which makes shows sort of strange and unpredictable. Like this one! I missed a couple of matches because they were last minute adds to the card (Juan Francisco de Coronado, the Proletarian Boar, and another guy were all no-shows, so they had to juggle the card) and they werenât that good. One was a six-man scramble match and the other featured a guy from Stafford Springs who was VISIBLY from Stafford Springs, which is a reference that not many people outside northeastern Connecticut will get, but is true nonetheless.Â
Three-Way Trios Match: The Breakfast Club (Francis âKipâ Stevens and The Abominable CPA) vs Massage NV (VSK and Dorian Graves) vs The Closers (Brad Hollister and Justin âHammerâ Tunis)
Not a bad match. One of the things I love about Massage NV is that despite their plainly ludicrous gimmick - wrestling masseurs - they are both really proficient wrestlers. Hollister is also a dude who can really go, and who has adopted a comedy gimmick (he likes bacon or, possibly, he is made of bacon). The Breakfast Club - two guys with nerd gimmicks - are hugely over with the crowd, which also hates the Closers and is not sure what to make of Massage NV. This is basically chaos interspersed with comedy moments, but when Massage NV and the Closers square off, itâs possible to get a glimpse of a potentially fun feud. The Breakfast Club win, to the delight of Enfield.Â
Rating: Three Closed High Schools
Mia Yim vs Skylar
Skylar is a huge fan favorite here; I believe she used to hostess at the Chiliâs in town, which for Enfield people is the equivalent of being a local celebrity. Mia Yim, previously popular with the fans here, came out as the bad guy, and really got into her role. âIâm a former Knockouts champion, Iâm a participant in the Mae Young Classic, so what am I doing in this town?â she asked. Minus the wrestling credentials, this is something I asked myself every morning for nearly two years when I worked here. Skylar will stand up for the honor of Carpet City in this match!
We really only get about five minutes of a match here because Mia Yimâs evil allies, the Batiri, come out and help her cheat to win. But Commissioner Tim Jensen is having none of it! Despite having been a heel authority figure for the last 18 months, he runs out and announces that the main event will be Yim and the Batiri vs Skylar and the East Coast Bastard Crew (minus Rude Boy Riley, obvs, who is in something of a legal system pickle). The crowd cheers. I guess Jensen is a good guy now?
Rating: Not going to rate this, Iâd like to see a proper match between these two.
Chris Dickinson vs. Bob Holly
Bob Holly in 2017 is a trip. He looks like the result of a science experiment where they attached a 60-year-old manâs head to the body of a 28-year-old man. He even has bad tribal tattoos, itâs wild. Bob made his pro wrestling debut in 1987, which is the year Chris Dickinson was born. Weâre here in an abandoned high school and this is America.
This could have been a nasty-off between two hard-hitting dudes who love to mix it up, but it turned out to be half âdudes having fun out thereâ and half âdudes chopping the absolute piss out of each other.â I enjoyed it, but I couldnât help but think of what could have been, you know? Holly seemed like he was in a good mood, at least by Holly standards, and Dickinson was doing the âIâm a goofy heelâ thing.Â
After the match (Holly won with the Alabama slam, of course), Holly got the microphone and said this will probably be his last year in pro wrestling. He also said he is not the guy weâve heard about from the Internet, that heâs actually a decent, caring dude. He even said, âThatâs the real me. You meet me tonight, youâre not even meeting Bob Holly, youâre meeting Robert Howard, thatâs my real name,â and somewhere at a Louisville-area Wendyâs, Jim Cornette screamed in agony.Â
Rating: Three Closed High Schools
Blitzkrieg Pro Bedlam! Championship: Sasha Jenkins (c) vs âSmartâ Mark Sterling w/Sidney Bakabella
The companyâs only title has a rule that it canât be defended in a standard one on one match. There has to be some kind of stipulation for the Bedlam! championship to change hands, and in this case that stipulation was special guest referee Johnny Idol, a local favorite for many years. OK. Jenkins is a guy who is going to be really good, just very athletic and has a lot of the psychology down already, and Sterling is a decent old-school heel: his gimmick is that he is intelligent, so of course the Enfield crowd hates him. HOW DARE YOU HAVE COLLEGE DEGREES, YOU FANCY SON OF A BITCH.
This is a decently worked match. Jenkins is the better performer, but Sterling is rock solid on the fundamentals, and makes a great foil. This features one of the best missile dropkicks Iâve ever seen in a wrestling match, just impeccable. Sterling keeps cheating with the help of Bakabella, lots of distractions, Johnny Idol is a piss-poor ref, etc. Idol ends up accidentally clobbering Jenkins with the title belt, which allows Sterling to get the pin and become YOUR NEW Blitzkrieg Pro Wrestling Bedlam! Champion. The crowd lustily boos him.
Rating: Three Closed High Schools.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman vs Josh Briggs
In terms of actual wrestling, this was the match of the night. MJF is already good, but he is going to be So Fucking Good before too long, and Briggs is making a lot of progress. He already looks better than the last time I saw him, which I think was in June. Heâs angling for the spot, vacated by Dijak, of the Very Tall Man Who Is Shockingly Agile. They brawl around the crowd, and Briggs puts MJF through a table, much to the delight of the crowd. Back in the ring, MJF gets the upper hand thanks to his superior speed and heel-ish rulebreaking. Seriously, MJF is a powerhouse. If he were a British guy weâd already be sick of people talking about him. Briggs, though, is too much for MJF, and gets the win after a gloriously nasty big boot.
Rating: Three and a Half Closed High Schools.Â
Mia Yim and The Batiri vs Sklar and the East Coast Bastard Crew
So, a bit of inside baseball here: Jeremy Leary, one half of the ECBC, is also the owner of the company, and Skylarâs boyfriend. This prompted a bit of drama on the Blitkrieg Instagram page, as some fans complained that ECBC and Skylar are being booked too strong, and Mia Yim should have gone over Skylar. A few points: 1) itâs wrestling, who cares who wins; and 2) Yim actually pinned Skylar in their one-on-one. But hey, drama!
This match lasted about half an hour, and was a lot of fun. It started with wild brawling through the crowd, as Yim basically spent five minutes running away from Skylar and throwing chairs at her while the Batiri and the ECBC traded fists. It felt like, with all the card changes, they just said, âFuck it, letâs just do whatever,â and it was fun and loose. Yim really played the heel well, and when she finally got her comeuppance from Skylar, the crowd popped huge. The Batiri are also solid workers capable of putting on good-to-really-good matches, and while I wouldnât rank them among my favorites, I donât think Iâve ever seen them have a genuinely bad match. The night ends with Obariyon submitting to Skylarâs finisher. WAY TO BOOK YOUR GIRLFRIEND MAN!!!
Rating: Three and a half closed high schools.Â
Here are some of Chrisâ photos:
Iâm glad Chris got a shot of this guy, he is the loudest and most obnoxious fan Iâve ever encountered at a wrestling show, and he goes to all the Blitzkrieg shows. He pretends to be Jesse Ventura and screams the nastiest shit at people. Itâs always the least funny people who think theyâre comedians:
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anyways, being in nz to write weird kids is mega wack. ive had horrible extremely symbolic nightmares about my parents for the 4 months leading up to the trip and now that im here i really do realise that i would have killed myself if i hadnt moved to australia. 2019 was a fucked up year and i withdrew from so many people i cared about because i was so horrified and ashamed of what i came from and in 2020 i had to really reckon with the consequences of that but thank god now i can funnel it all into weird kids, the appetiser to The Worst Series Ever
#dellete#ideal reading order is#weird kids - glory to the fool court - fistfuls of bedlam#the sons of night - when the end comes we'll finally sing#swallow lament - sinkhole - black hole sun#in order#suburban gothic horror - nuclear wasteland atomic prophet high fantasy - dark academia ergodic diary compendium#quantum mechanics religious tragedy - biopunk horror time loop anthology in dystopian 70s north asia#fragmented tragic fantasy epic - ongoing-apocalypse magical realism road trip - the end of everything#but like#all my canon notes are so disorganised bc depressed and scattered between many different docs so much compiling to do#and much. much maths to relearn#it really stresses me out that i will need 30 business years to cook
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Show Review: Blitzkrieg Pro, âRuby Sohoâ
This is what I did on Saturday. Letâs get at it.
When: Saturday, March 26, 2017
Where: The Former Enrico Fermi High School, Enfield, Conn., USA
Who:Â âHundredsâ of fans, according to the Springfield, Mass. newspaper; I would estimate between 350-400, but keep in mind Iâm notoriously bad at crowd counts. Blitzkrieg is unique-ish in having its own crew of uniformed men to lead the fansâ chants; the Full-Throttle Wrecking Crew is four middle-aged guys in red shirts and leather vests, banging chains on a table throughout the matches. Itâs actually not a terrible idea; at least thereâs noise during bad matches.
Juan Francisco de Coronado vs. Mr. USA Tony Atlas
This is about what youâd expect for an opening match between a comedy foreigner from Chikara and the 62-year-old Atlas. Lot of âU-S-A! U-S-A!â chants directed against Coronado, who is from Ecuador, that longtime rival of the United States. Atlas wins with a series of arm drags, and then cuts a long, rambling promo about the greatness of America and the need to restore prayer to public schools. The building weâre in used to be a public school, but now itâs closed, and I donât know what Enfield uses it for. To host wrestling events? Itâs possible. Enfield is that kind of town. Rating: One and a Half Leather Vests.
Four Corners Tag Team Match: The Breakfast Club vs. The Batiri vs. The Throwbacks vs. The East Coast Bastard Crew
This is kind of your archetypal Blitzkrieg Pro match, in that there are a lot of guys in the ring and itâs basically chaos. Heavy on the comedy, as youâd expect from a match involving the Breakfast Club and a bunch of Chikara guys; at one point, they played a game of mime baseball. Harley Race would die on the spot just so he could turn in his grave. I donât mind a little comedy, but this match went a full 20 minutes, which felt over-indulgent. The Breakfast Club won, to a decent cheer from the crowd. Rating: Two Leather Vests.
Isaiah Rex vs. Narciso Rex
These are the former members of Jurassic Era, briefly my favorite local tag team, because their gimmick was that they came from Pangaea and weighed 200 metric tons, and the way they visually represented the concept of unfathomably primeval non-human beings is they wore jean shorts and face paint. Theyâre not really good at wrestling, though, although Isaiah - the face in the feud - is a bit better than Narciso. The highlight of this match was maybe when the Springfield newspaper identified Narciso in print as âCecil.â There was a ref bump and interference from the Full-Throttle Wrecking Crew, which Isaiah joined after winning the match. This is another weird Blitzkrieg booking quirk: they always stack the deck against the heels, inadvertently making them the underdogs. I donât know what that says about Enfield. Rating: One Leather Vest.
Skylar vs. Penelope Ford
Skylar (or âSklyaâ in the mangled rendering of the Springfield paper) has been wrestling for just a year. She shows promise, but is pretty green. Penelope Ford, Joey Janelaâs sidekick, is really good at taking insane bumps but is still learning the rest of the wrestling business. This was a bit awkward and clunky, but the crowd loved Skylar and hated Penelope, and that goes a long way toward making a match enjoyable. Skylar wins via submission. Rating: Two Leather Vests.
Blitzkrieg Pro Bedlam Championship Match: Flex Rumblecrunch (c) vs. Sasha Jenkins vs. Justin âHammerâ Tunis
First of all, I was upset that this match began with Tunis firing his manager, the wonderfully odious heel Joey DeNucci. DeNucci is an insanely good heat magnet at these shows, and without him Tunis is just a guy who claims, erroneously, to look like Jesus. Rethink this, Tunis! Jenkins and Rumblecrunch are both good wrestlers, and Tunis did a fine job of making the crowd hate him, but the match never really felt like it got into gear. Three-way matches are kind of clumsy by definition, unless itâs Super Crazy vs. Tajiri vs. Little Guido or something. This was not that. In a surprise, Jenkins won the title because Rumblecrunch was handcuffed to a turnbuckle. The crowd, solidly pro-Rumblecrunch, was not thrilled with this development. At least the Springfield paper spelled everyoneâs name right. Rating: Two Leather Vests.
INTERMISSION
There was a meet and greet with Cody! Roads somewhere in the high school. People had to line up at the door and be escorted to it, just like high school kids going to a presentation on driving safety in the auditorium. On a personal note, I used to work for a newspaper (not the Springfield paper) that covered this town, and I spent about 18 or 19 months commuting to an office here. It was weird to be inside a building where I had once covered budget hearings, for the purpose of watching pro wrestling. Also, one thing I hadnât noticed before: Enrico Fermi Highâs sports teams (the Falcons; they really should have been the Atoms or the Fugitive Physicists or something) were apparently not that great at sports apart from volleyball and golf. Golf! No basketball or football banners in the gym. Enfield High (the Raiders) must have won all of those. Anyway, thereâs a planetarium in Fermi High, at least generations of kids had that going for them.
Joey Janela vs. âCold Steelâ Chuck OâNeilÂ
I was pretty excited for this match, as Joey Janela is one of my favorite wrestlers in the world at this moment. But this was his first trip to Blitzkrieg, and Joey Janela is very much an acquired taste; there are audiences that Just Donât Get Him. Enfield is one of those audiences, despite his best efforts to insult us (âI hate Connecticut! I hate your families!â). Chuck OâNeil, meanwhile, has done something horrifically shocking to his hair, so that he now looks like a background character in the bar scene in âStar Wars.â Just very distracting; âfocus pulling,â as they say in TV news. This was a decent match but got nothing, zero, from the crowd, a good portion of which was still somewhere in the bowels of Enrico Fermi High School, posing for pictures with Cody! Roads. Rating: Three Leather Vests.
Six-Man Scramble: Anthony Greene vs. Scotty Wild vs. Xavier Bell vs. Zachary Pierre Beaulieu vs. Danger Kid vs. Josh Briggs
This is kind of a mini-rumble, where a new guy comes out every minute, with the last man in the ring who hasnât been pinned, submitted, or thrown over the top rope the winner. It was mostly fun. Greene is a real talent, Scotty Wild is my favorite type of wrestler (athletic fat guy), Zachary Pierre Beaulieu is such a ludicrous caricature of a French person that you canât help but laugh, and the eventual winner was a giant who I think was introduced as Danger Kid, but it was hard to tell because the ring announcer shouted his name in a way that was almost impossible to make out. I like a good ring-clearing monster. Rating: Three Leather Vests.
Chris Dickinson vs. Missile Assault Man
I was pretty excited for this. I wanted to see the Dirty Daddy demolish some twee Chikara guy, and that is what I got. The crowd liked Dickinson and were perplexed and annoyed at his opponent, who kept yelling âMissile! Assault! Man!â in between moments when Dickinson was kicking the hell out of him. This was fun. Rating: Three and a half Leather Vests.
Eight Man Tag Team Elimination Match: J George, Just Neph, Johnny Torres, and Ryan Malice vs. The 19th Hole (Marshall McNeil, Johnny Idol, Top Shelf Troy Nelson, and Smart Mark Sterling)
The people of Enfield sit on their hands for the brilliance and artistry of Joey Janela, but they pop like Christmas crackers for Marshall McNeil, who, in fairness, ran track at Fermi High in the 1990s. I learned during this match that McNeil graduated from high school three years after I did; I would have guessed he was at least five or six years older than me. Soon the grave, my friends. Anyway, this was a mess. The 19th Hole is an uneasy partnership between faces (McNeil and Idol) and heels (Nelson and Sterling), and their opponents are all guys who have been managed by Joey DeNucci, conspicuous by his absence. WE PAID TO SEE DENUCCI. Or at least I did. The good guys won. Are you kidding? Marshall McNeil is not going to lose in his old high school, home of so many great volleyball and golf triumphs. Rating: Two Leather Vests.
Cody! Roads vs. Donovan Dijak
I wrote about this earlier, but this was a hot damn match. They started off with a bit of comedy, doing competitive cartwheels, but once they settled into the match it was a great story, with Dijak using his superior size and strength to basically beat the piss out of Cody. The crowd was nuts for the whole thing, with lots of Dijak fans, a nice sign of the distance heâs come here since we saw him in December 2015 and were the only ones cheering for him. Cody looked fine, and I assumed he was going to win because thatâs how heâs been booked basically everywhere since leaving the WWE, and in fact I was writing in my head the complaint I would make here about the Internet wrestling smarks being snookered into believing heâs the second coming of Bruiser Brody, but then Dijak won. Dijak won! I was so happy. I cheered and pumped my fists. The finish totally sucked the air out of the crowd, BUT I DID NOT CARE. I had a lot of fun. As we left, they announced their April 29 show featuring .... Shane Douglas. Oh boy. Rating: Four Leather Vests.Â
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