Greetings to the ever expanding list of readers. Last week I took the opportunity to share my experiences in wrestling school. I wrote about how I have begun to narrow down my repertoire, and give Chris Harvard a consistent plan of attack for his foes. Last weekend, when I faced my nemesis Arch Kincaid for Chaotic Wrestling in Upton, MA, I got to apply little of what I practiced, and instead broke into a whole new realm of wrestling, the Hardcore match.

Granted, it wasn't your typical shopping cart full of weapons, or fire, or blood. Like Maven, I save that for Pay-Per-Views. No, it was a gimmick weapons submission match. Since neither of us had any real experience using weapons, or in this type of match, we decided to be creative have a lot of fun. I took the opportunity to raid the old Harvard Athletic Equipment Office, and borrowed my old football traveling bag, filled with shoulder pads, a lacrosse stick, a catcher's shin guard, a field hockey stick, and a couple football pylons. Then I went to work, and borrowed a keyboard and mouse, along with our biggest dictionary. I was armed to the hilt.

The self proclaimed "Sexual Intellectual" Arch Kincaid, along with his red-headed temptress Cherry Pain, came to the ring with handcuffs, candles, XXX videos, a Penthouse, a whip, a belt, and god knows what else that freak had (I swear he had a cucumber). I opened the match with probably my best promo so far, with the intention of getting the crowd to hate me even more (if that's possible). Arch's character is new and kind of gray as to heel/face, so I had to establish myself first. I was constantly interrupted by a few Maven chants, called Daryl's bitch, and got the normal "You're not Tough Enough" gimmick. Ahh, good times.

Arch and I thought the match was very successful, with the crowd really into the twists and turns, obviously looking forward to what ridiculous thing would come out of the bag next. The highlights had to be the series of shoulder tackles with the pads on, the burning of my chest with hot wax by Cherry Pain (a first for me, in or out of the ring!), and my personal favorite spot, the Charlie Brown. Arch had tried to handcuff me into the corner, but I had recovered enough to reverse him and tie his other wrist with a mouse cord. I pulled out the pylons, beat Arch with them, and put them near his feet, like a field goal. I grabbed my trusty NCAA approved football and slapped the ref around (no DQ) until he agreed to get down on one knee as my holder. I was going to kick that ball right in Arch's gimmick. I swear, everyone, even the workers, thought I was going to do it. A few ring crew guys ran behind Arch to catch the ball if I missed, and people were covering their faces behind him. It was great. But when I went up to kick it…Yoink!, the ref snatched the ball away and I took a huge bump. When the ref danced the crowd went nuts. I was very happy with their reaction. I really felt like we had them.

So, after another week in the life of a pro wrestler just beginning to earn his stripes, I can walk away very happy with what I accomplished. Although I didn't get to work on my wrestling skills a whole lot, I got to try something new. Saturday night I was able to really watch and listen to the crowd, and got inside their heads a bit, looked around, and took some notes. I can't wait until I work with Kevin Landry tomorrow night for the Millennium Wrestling Association. His reputation precedes him, and I hope to have another good match.

Stay in School.

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