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I was asked to send in a bio for my character. This is what I sent. Your thoughts?

"Party Boy" Keith Crushridge

From: The Island of Ibiza (pronounced E-veez-za)

Manager of The Munchies, El Queso Fuego and Big Red

  Keith was raised in a working class home, learning the values of honor and respect. He excelled scholastically, but was rarely motivated to do more than the bare minimum. In the midst of his college years, he discovered two passions: wrestling, and the nightclub lifestyle. He dropped out of college and fervently pursued both. Keith traveled the world, learning different wrestling styles and enjoying the dance club cultures he came across. Eventually, he found a home in OSW. 

  Although he is now grounded in one place, he has not changed. His energy and charisma are unparalleled. His intelligence and eloquence shine through both on the mic and in the ring. He may seem a bit goofy at first; but his opponents soon learn he is a force to be reckoned with. For the "Party Boy" Keith Crushridge, the party must go on. For anyone who stands in his way, it's Last Call. 

Finishing move: Last Call (top-rope cross-body)

Over 3400 pageviews. Wow. Maybe if I actually stay on this that could increase.

So today was somewhat of a light practice; as far as attendance, anyway. We had enough for 4 pairs, including Jastin. That actually works out very well for doing spots. We started with some of the workouts we'd been doing with Billy, sans Billy.

I guess I should mention Billy.

Billy is a guy who knows far more about fitness and building than any of us do. He trains us on lifting techniques, cardio, etc. We train him in the ring. It's a good symbiotic relationship. Anyway, he's given us workout schedules and such. We did today's workout first, then got into doing spots. Basic dropdowns, leapfrogs, what have you. I won't bore you with insignificant details. After all that happened, Saint and Queso had a match. Queso came off the top rope with a cross body and Saint took it. Directly after, Saint gave Queso a spinebuster and went to the top rope for a frog splash...but quickly stepped back down and ended the match with a pin. Afterwards he got out and laid his head on the bottom rope. When he took the cross body, he landed on his head real good. Possible concussion, but he didn't show the typical symptoms. He's being taken to the ER just in case. Hoping to see him on Tuesday, even if he can't practice.

I landed on my left foot at one point so it's been bugging me, but not as bad as it had been. The only time I had to step out was hitting my head too much on a bump, and that didn't slow me down for too long. I bought a DDR machine, and I'm not insured, so I can't afford a hospital visit.

Oh yeah, I bought a DDR machine. A full size arcade Extreme machine. That'll kick my cardio back into shape for realz.

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But not as happy as usual. I woke up barely able to breathe, as I have all week. I was in zombie mode at work, but we were thankfully dead enough I could get some things done regardless. I came home and went directly to bed. Bridgette woke me a little late for practice, and I sleepily jumped right in. I had to step out after only the first half hour. I'm currently in the locker room, spending the last 30 minutes trying not to throw up.

The beginning workout would have been tough, but I know myself. I should've pulled through it without much issue. However, I got cottonmouth immediately and blew up. I haven't felt like this since the Charlie Haas seminar. I hope I'm not getting sick. Something has been going around the employees at work and I don't want it. I'll be checking my temp when I get home.

On the subject of deterioration, my left foot is still not totally healed. It's not what it was for certain. I don't limp, I can walk on it and put weight on it no issue. But something inside at the base of my big toe is still off. Pulling it in any direction hurts a lot; and stubbing it or kicking something brings me to tears something fierce. The way it happened and the way it acts doesn't make me think it's broken. I just think it should've healed by now.

I don't have time to slow down. I've got double duty in a week and a half.

Wait, I guess I should mention that too.

Saturday the 27th, OSW will be at the...whatever the name of the bar is at the end of the road on the corner of Andrews and 61st st. Coyote Saloon or something. There is a benefit happening for a brother of the family. Their house burned down and they lost everything. There will be food, music, and us putting on a show. I'm in it. Make it if you can. I'll try and get it recorded for everyone else.

You know, once I figure out how to BREATHE AGAIN.

Today was a good day. Started with some new workout routines, did our rolls, talked for a while, and did some spots. Been out too long.

Also, this.

Breaking the Silence was a huge success. On the road of Marfamania!