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The pollen levels are so high this year that it has the crac heads trying to convert their meth back into Sudafed.

 

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The Other Side of the Ropes – “You Can Call It a Comeback, But I Don’t…”


– “Redd” Reddick

 

Hi,

Remember me? I was that guy who claimed to have fried optic nerves and synapses over a decade ago on Myspace by text and popped up late night weekly on video on Facebook up until 2 years ago while I shot from the hip about pro wrestling from a pro wrestler’s point of view. Then I stopped without warning or preamble.

 

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Been studying the thesaurus lately, because the mind is a terrible thing to garbage.

 

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If you were guessing I went AWOL, that’s probably fairly accurate. My last newsletter was a few weeks before Christmas. By the way, I’d like to deeply thank everyone who sent something off my wishlist, Starbucks, giftcards, Christmas cards and sweet emails. With not having family left and living in a transient state like Florida where friends come and go (most are “go” right now, with WWE), it’s really nice to have something to open on the holidays.

 

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Santa and Shine, Baby!

 

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Hi!
New York and New Jersey! Come see me on Saturday!! And if you love me… you’ll bring cappuccino. With extra cream. And a straw. Just putting that out there. Anyway, I’ll be in Queens for The Big Event Wrestling Convention from 9-3. Then JAPW in Rahway, NJ from 5-6:30. Finally, closing out with Warrior of Wrestling at 7p in Staten Island.

 

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Living Well, Texas, and Nekkid Wonder Woman!

 

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Fit Tip, Rain vs April, My Birf-day, Hunter Ha Ha!

 

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Breast implants are like pro wrestling. Everyone knows they’re fake, but we’re entertained all the same.

 

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Hi.

If you’ve been following me over the past year, then you already know I picked up a stray baby bird at a Shine Wrestling show and raised her. I didn’t realize she was a baby chick, but Daisy turned out to be more like a lap cat.

Lap chicken.

 

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