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Sunday, November 13th, 2005
1:34 pm
Kids and Heros
I ain't nobody. I'm just some Punk rock kid with a big mouth and an opinion. I'm just some kid...

Eddie Guerrero was a hero of mine. I was fortunate enough to work with him many times, and he helped me more then I could ever put into words.
Eddie was my friend. He still is. Maybe i'll be back on here to tell some stories when I clear my head, right now is just too hard.

I remember Eddie Guerrero.

Cheat to win.
Thursday, November 3rd, 2005
2:39 pm
None listed, fuckstick!
I find it so hilarious that people not only read what I write here, but openly debate what "cryptic" things I write and the "meaning" behind them. There's a lot of over active imaginations out there, and they usually come in the form of somebody that thinks they know the business because they bought a few wrestling dvds. If you don't like what I write here, don't read it. Chances are if it's "cryptic", and i'm tired because i've been up for over 24hrs, it's just mindless drivel. Trust me, that last entry wasn't written for anybody to understand, it was just in my head and I posted it. I don't even understand it. It's not a coded message for "help, i'm unhappy!", because honestly i'm the happiest kid on the planet right now.

If you don't like it, don't read it.

Sometimes i'm angry at the world, sometimes i'd like to punch a lot of people, but i'm LEARNING! (ho ho! the punker must not be happy!)

Haters beware, i've never been more happy.

Let the internet bravery begin...

Current Mood: amused
5:05 am
Not tired, not alone, not dead, not anymore...
Mysterys of life. Why you meet people when you do. Why certain ones get there, call you on your bullshit.
Always when you least expect it and trying your damndest to keep everybody the fuck away. The way my perspective of things has changed one hundred percent. To view things in way you never ever thought you would understand. GFY ya ham sammich. I'm trying my best to unlearn. GFY.

"everyday above ground is a good day..."

Current Mood: grateful
Wednesday, October 26th, 2005
1:13 am
...and you're so convinced that inch by inch they've turned to strangers.
Sing it.

Not for me, but for where I was a year ago.
Sing for where i'll be a year from now. Sing for all the people that wish they didn't have it coming.
You know you're in trouble, and I know i'll be singing.
Top of my lungs...."This ones twenty eyes!!!!!!!"


"Refuse to be denied. Refuse to compromise...I raise my fist"

Say goodbye to your teeth.

Thank you Cabana, Chez, Joe, Jess, Lee, Cass, Ace, the Barbiehead, Jen, Jummy, Roddy, Gabe, Cary, the one that calls me 'roo roo', Stevie, Capri, Gibson, Dee, Brandor, CC(miss you), Prazak, Corino no matter how much he weighs, Gil "female me" Parker, Lars, Marky, Hagadorn and Davey, Sterling, Spank, Dragon, the cactus, Bev for so much shit-putting-up-with, Rocky, Reyes, Petey, Rowdy, Stitches and last but never least, Callee.

Honorable mention to Harley for the super rad early birthday present:

Harley Race, eight time NWA World Heavyweight Champion and Hall of Famer, was the guest on In Your Head Wrestling Radio this past Wednesday. When ask which young wrestler today he would like to wrestle, Race said either CM Punk or Trevor Murdoch. Calling Punk and Murdoch "fantastic young guys," Race went on to compare Punk to Shawn Michaels, saying Punk's "as gifted as Shawn Michaels was in his time." When ask if he thought Punk would succeed in WWE, Race said yes, if WWE doesn't throw any roadblocks in his way. He conceded that Punk's size will work against him in WWE, but pointed out that Michaels had the same problem and overcame it. If Punk's given an opportunity, Race said, "they'll see his work is so good and they'll forget the size thing."

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Current Mood: so very fuckin' happy
Saturday, October 22nd, 2005
3:50 pm
How red is it? and Cobras, Vampires, and a whole lot of movin' your feet
09.02.2005 - FAREWELL SHOW - Halloween 2005
On Halloween night in San Diego, Rocket from the Crypt will be playing our farewell show. After 16 years of scars and ear damage all in the name of spreading goodwill and the Rock N Roll doctrine, we will take the stage for the last time on our favorite day of the year. We know that it is very difficult for those around the world to be with us for this celebration, but we invite all that have been a part of this awesome ride to come out one more time and give it up for the band. We will offer those that have supported and fueled us the first opportunity to purchase tickets. The show is taking place in a hotel ballroom and room packages will be offered with the tickets if you desire. There is a limited number of these discounted room/ticket packages available. There will be five ticket options. 1. Ticket only, 2. Room with 1 ticket, 3. Room with 2 tickets, 4. Room with 3 tickets, 5. Room with 4 tickets. The show is unfortunately 21 and up only as there will be rampant live!r-defying consumption. The rest of the info is below.

Rocket From The Crypt’s last show
Monday, October 31 2005
Westin Horton Plaza Grand Ballroom (910 Broadway Circle – San Diego, CA)
21 and up
Other bands TBA

It's been a rough year. I just got floored with this announcement. It's already sold out. Fuck.
My dancing shoes will be set on fire, and I will dance no more. Fuck. Here's to the greatest straight up rock 'n roll band of my generation that nobody knows about. I'm trying to find a way to get to San Diego, chances are slim and hearts are heavy. There's a hole where my heart used to be, it's been a rough year.

"If hell is to roam, then i've got hell to pave..."

Scream Dracula, Scream.

Current Mood: shocked
3:08 am
Random acts of senseless...
Elijah Burke says I say "fuck" a lot. I do. I really really do. I don't think it's a bad thing at all.
I want a shirt that just says "fuck you" on it, and I want to wear it while walking through airports all day. There's no such thing as a bad word, just bad intentions.

I'm going to the zoo tomorrow. Or later today due to what time it is. I should really be asleep. Chances are I don't set my alarm, wake up way late, throw things due to waking up way late, skip doing legs and just do an hour of cardio, then either A. go to the zoo for maybe two hours, or B. hang out at the sushi bar all day and drown my sorrow in rice and edemame.

I can't seem to go to the movies without getting popcorn. And it never fails when I ask for a medium, then tell me how much money i'll save, or what the small amount is to upgrade to a large, and then look at me like i'm crazy when I tell them if I wanted a FUCKING (there it is again!) large I would've asked for one. Run on sentences rule. AND so does starting sentences with and. I recently saw Domino and Corpse Bride. I liked both, but maybe they're renters. Maybe.

There's a very large cemetary near by that I think i'm going to spend some time in soon. Cardio in the cemetary! Nothin' can beat it.

Go check out my "ask Punker" stuff on my website ( for answers to questions I get asked all too often. There's maybe....two interesting questions asked out of fifty so far. Nobody is challenging anymore, and everybody thinks they're as funny as me. That's right, i said it. You should see some of the questions I don't bother answering....

It's hilarious to me how I work out like crazy, super hard everyday, STILL think i'm fat, and yet am too lazy to spell check this. It's also ironic when you consider one of my pet peeves is the fact that nobody knows how to spell anymore, OR use proper punctuation. Don't even get me started on the people that use number for letters....fuckin' hell ya'll, i'm going to snap very shortly.

Pygmy hippos and a 12 foot albino alligator here I come!

Tenderly I remain your antisocial king....

Current Mood: pessimistic
Sunday, October 2nd, 2005
2:36 am
ARM-A-DILLA and The 'cm' stands for country music..
So James Gibson walks into the FIP locker room and he's all geared up to tear the house down. Only one problem: There's only about 12 people in attendance. On top of that, i'm the "memphis" in the "memphis-strongstyle" world of the FIP. Gibson apologizes to me for not being familiar with everything I do, but knows I throw a shinning wizard, and keeps trying to put that in the match. I'm not one to take the night off, so i'm trying to assure him that's not what i'm trying to do. I tell him no wizards tonight. No trolls, no spooky witches, and no huge moves. I'm MEMPHIS tonight. He thinks i'm crazy, afterall, this is the indies right? We're supposed to dump each other on our heads a whole lot, then maybe punch eachother in the face a couple dozen times. James Gibson is kind enough to let me call the match in the ring, like the heels always used to, and something great happens after. James Gibson walks in the back and tells ME, CM Punk, that i'm a hell of a worker.

I think back on that story a lot and smile. To me, I ain't nobody. He was Jamie Noble. I'm just some punk rock kid trying to tell stories. Instead of talking spots for two hours before our match, he talked about his kid, and I started to get to know the guy. I think he really loved that. Man he really loves that kid too. I thought it was the most bad ass thing in the world. He was really amped to work with me, and I like to think afterwards he had a totally different apreciation of who I was, and what I was capable of. In between asking me if I offend him because he likes drinking beer and telling stories about his kid, he thanks ME for taking care of him and making it fun again for him. Jamie Noble. James Gibson. Thanking ME.

James Gibson leaves ROH tonight, just like I did almost two months ago. I wish I could say I was going to be there, but i'll be wrestling a house show in Indianapolis. He deserves one hell of a send off. He helped ROH out more than I think he knows. In the grand scheme of things, he's been there for me in the short while i've known him, but I think back to that first day we met, and worked, and hung out...and i'm greatful that I can call James "by god" Gibson my friend. He's my little buddy, don't ya know!

Somebody better throw some streamers for that hillbilly. Throw a couple for me too, and yell "armadilla!" at him a few times, just so he thinks of a certain punk rock kid...

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Current Mood: sad
Sunday, September 25th, 2005
3:22 am
Can you feel the pulse?
It's officially fall. It's almost October.
You may recall October is my month. That's right, i'm Mr. October. I see no reason for this year to be different.
I'm medically cleared as of Wednesday to get back in the ring, after everybody made a pretty big deal out of what in my opinion was nothing. simply another broken nose, first time bone has actually stuck out though, that was interesting. The ear thing is worse, but if Corino can survive, it's a cake walk! Plus, it's sorta fun really not having to listen to everybody most of the time and having a legit excuse. I'm sure the novely of being half deaf will wear off eventually, but let's face it folks, when it comes to injuries, i've had worse...

"If it doesn't kill you, use it and kill somebody else..."

More to come tomorrow...MAYBE.

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Current Mood: rejuvenated
Friday, August 19th, 2005
1:25 am
It hit me...
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Rohs three kings. And don't you fucking forget it. Ever.

...i've got everyone I need.

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the last roadtrip begins...
Thursday, August 11th, 2005
1:59 am
Streets of New York and This man is wanted by the FBI
Insomnia rages. No time for words, this is all you get:

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Wednesday, August 10th, 2005
4:06 am
"Fuck you Joboo, you mean to tell me Jesus Chirst can't hit a curve ball?"
Yeah. I was just laying in bed for three hours, after reading for about two, and STILL CANNOT GET TO SLEEP. I would like to rant and rave about things.

First off...oh shit, now I rememeber what I wanted to write about. Steroids. Somebody brought to my attention a commentary written by Lance Storm and it was a great read. Of course, i'm a douche bag and don't know the addy of it, and even if I did, due to my 'puter illiteracy wouldn't be able to link ya'll to it anyway. Regardless, i'm sure it's a widely known fact that Lacnce Storm says he's never touched a steroid in his life.

Now, i've never met Lance Storm, but I will admit to thinking that was bullshit for some time. Now i'm not too sure though. I mean, I pretty much have drawn a target on myself being straight edge and in the wrestling business, and i've heard people tell other people that i'm on all sorts of shit. So I thought about it, and it just never occured to me that Lance is probably telling the truth. I never put that much thought into it. I feel pretty silly about it honestly. I basically had the same thought process in regards to Lance, that the haters have towards me. I'm 26 years old. I didn't start working out until I was 17 or 18 and I only started working out because I was getting into the wrestling business. It's taken TONS of hard work to get where I am today, and i'm lieterally still learning and maturning in the gym. I weigh a whopping 212 pounds, and can be freaquently heard mumbling, "i'm fat" while doing at least an hour of cardio a day. I think I look like shit. I think I certainly don't look like somebody who is all gassed up. Sweet jeebus could you imagine if I *was* on the gas? I'd be a monster! Or maybe not, because i'm not too sure how steriods really work. I know people who said they were on and it didn't even look like they went to a gym. Would I have to eat more to maintain my weight? Would I be even MORE angry (think about how scary that would be)? Everybody is different, and my body respods horribly to carbs, so I try to keep 'em low...and holy shit am I rambling. I'll try to focus.....

Lance looks great, always has, and it's gotta be hell keeping that up with a full time wrestling schedule, but after thinking about it, it can be done. I'm not so lucky in the genetics department, so I feel i've gotta work extra hard, or at least a lot harder than most. I love hearing, or reading about silly fans that SWEAR i'm on this, or i'm taking that. Really, I do. It's almost inspiring in a way. I must look good, 'cause the kid with the screen name that ends in 316 says i'm on steroids!!!!

Fuck, I totally have no idea what my point is. Lance wrote a great commentary on it all, go find it.
Lance Storm is not on Steroids. Neither am I. I cannot however, vouch for Daizee Haze at all.

Maybe after I actually do sleep, i'll try to formulate a better written commentary on whatever the hell it was I was trying to say. Or maybe i'll just go to the gym...
drug. fucking. free.
Tuesday, August 9th, 2005
3:17 am
can of worms
I can't ever fucking sleep. I also can't stop eating peanut butter. Chunky is for creeps.

I watched Kobashi/sasaki tonight, and i'm really getting a chip on my shoulder in regards to fans that try to dictate what's a good match based on selling or no selling. Christ, I hate even typing those words, since liking or disliking a match is so subjective. However, the chop battle between the two in my mind was nothing short of awesome. Do I really have to explain two of Japanese biggest stars, one on his home turf, and one still in the midst of an amazing comeback year not wanting to back down? It's hard for me to sit here and not totally freak out and say outlandish things like, "if you've never been in a ring, you have no right to critique", but once again, as fans, most have the right to speak their minds. It is america afterall, eh?
Chops are chops. Wrestling to me is about drama and story telling. Truthfully, what I didn't like about the match was the half-nelson suplexes. I can see an arguement for that, but chops? Holy hell, listen to me. I'm in need of sleep, and can't sleep, so i'm babbling about a match that took place on forgien soil.

Fuck it, I hate everybody that hated that match. I'm going to no sell your mother giving birth to you.
Minoru Suzuki is my hero, i'm going to steal his hair.
Up yours for being able to sleep.
hate hate hate
Sunday, August 7th, 2005
3:08 pm
Somewhere in Chicago...
Just got home from my last FIP shows. I'm tired, and sorta wish I got to hang out with some of the boys for a bit longer, but most of them will be on the ROH shows this coming weekend. Ladies and germs, this is it. I'm trying to wrap my head around the fact that what i've been doing with ROH for three years all comes to a close in seven sort days. Time flies they say, and before I know it, it'll be next sunday, and i'll be dropping off a very drunk Samoa Joe at the airport, saying goodbye to Homicide, and just trying to enjoy ever second I have left with my family. My support system.
It hasn't been the easiest year for me thus far. Sure, some great stuff has happened to me, and my hard work has started to show signs of paying off, but not a day goes by when I think of certain people and want to ask them "why?", right before I twist their neck. Living well is the best revenge, and i'm hell bent on giving the Chicago ROH fans one hell of an ending to my story this Saturday.
Wrestling is emotion. Come watch me do what I do best. Then party all night long with the Embassy like it's 1979, EH?!!!??
Sunday, July 24th, 2005
12:13 pm
Four state drive OR You can't fuck with destiny
I just rolled into Chicago. That's right. 800 miles, 12 hours, four states, only four stops, immeadiately after doing a sixty minute broadway.
I'm about to head to the gym for some Sunday afternoon cardio and abs. No really, I am, simply because nobody else would. How disgusting is that? I've got work to do. World domination begins tomorrow.

Before I go, i'd like to thank my ipod, Devestaor, to whom which my trip would have not been made possible. Also, big ups to the ohio turnpike starbucks and the very rad 24hr Starbucks that I hit up in PA, your contributions were greatly apprieciated. The redbull company would now actually like to thanks ME for helping to pay for some CEOs childs college education due to all my purchases.

I think it's hilarious that there's a lot of idiots out there that think pulling the tights is "sports entertainment". Go watch baseball, trolls....

Tenderly, I remain:

Current Mood: accomplished
Tuesday, July 19th, 2005
9:25 pm
Packing sucks.
That's right, packing SUCKS. However, moving is rad. Only a couple more days here at Wrestling House PA, and I say goodbye to yet another wrestling house. My schedule this week is full on hilarity though, and so far it's preventing me from packing. I'm up at 8am, finish lifting by noon, and eat my last carb at noon on the dot. Late in the day I do an hour of cardio...trying to get back to how lean I was a few months ago.
To help stick to my silly diet of only 80 carbs a day, today and yesterday I went straight to the movie theatre that's next to my gym following my workout. It's too hot for anything else really, so sitting at the movies is great. I may or many not have fallen asleep. I saw fantastic four, which I liked, and today was wedding crashers, which I recommend. Tomorrow, it's either War of the Worlds, or Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Friday is the Devils Rejects, and i'm damn excited. It'll help put off throwing my ridiculous amount of shirts into garbage bags, and trying to stuff all my dvds in my car for my trip on Sunday.
The Barbiehead suggests maybe putting shirts I don't wear on Ebay, in hopes that scary goth girls will buy them. I don't think that would would. But if you're a scary goth girl, and you're interested in maybe purchasing a Supreme Lee Great shirt i've never worn, let me know...

P.S...Rodderick Strong wears pink socks when he wrestles.

Current Mood: hungry!
Wednesday, June 15th, 2005
10:09 pm
"Heart of the Devil" or "Goodbye Blue and White"
I knew I was gone at the beggining of the year.
I just woke up one day and knew. That's the way I work a lot of the time. I think it's creepy too, but it's really helpful. I honestly knew i'd be history by June.
Come say goodbye on Saturday, I promise to go out with a bang.
Trust me.

Current Mood: ev
Wednesday, June 8th, 2005
9:38 pm
Unless you're giving us forty five, you're wasting my time...
I do NOT look like Sawyer. Nor do I resemble Orlando Bloom.
My friends call me Punker, and I yell at people who drive while on their cell phones. Yet I type while I drive...i'm simply a better driver.
I cannot stand people who order a low fat/non fat anything from Starbucks then request whipped cream on top. (my little sister does this, drives me NUTS).
I hate children.

Current Mood: amused
Thursday, May 19th, 2005
8:08 pm
"The brightest bulb has burned out"
Lots of burnout going around these days. I'd be lying if I didn't feel so beat down from the last four months. We want it all don't we Joe? We want what's ours, don't we Dragon? We need to remember we're still young. This belongs to us. Nobody can take it away. I'm tired. I'm sore. I'm heartbroken.
Yet i'm still fixin' to take over the world. Because it's mine god damnit.
Remember kids, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I'm the strongest mother fucker on the planet.
Keep marching...

--just some punk rock kid--

Current Mood: crushed
Sunday, May 8th, 2005
10:13 pm
Bloody Hell
I've never lost so much blood in my entire life. I haven't even cleaned up yet...I think blood is romantic. I made my goal of being home and in bed by three AM, but for some reason, I woke up at five. So i've been sitting here ever since with blood caked all over me, wondering exactly why it is I'm awake.
I got some place to be in three hours, then I've gotta be at my dojo for tryouts. I'm a zombie...just wish I was the flesh eating kind.

Below is romance:

bloodied and heartbroken I remain,
Friday, April 29th, 2005
3:07 pm
I fucking quit.
Nothing fucking matters. Not all the hard work, not all the miles and sleepless nights.
Nothing. God fucking damnit. It's not right. fuck. It's so not fucking right.
I miss you Chris.
I really fucking miss you.
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