Story time
>be me,15 years old in 2003
>live in rural midwest town of 800 people
>been backyard wrestling with friends and a couple of cousins under the name "Sick and Disgusting" CarnEVIL since I was 11
>Incarnation of Evil gimmick
>since then we started called ourselves Midwestern Violence Wrestling and our roster has grown to 10 workers
>have a weekly show in my front yard called Saturday Storm
>typically have a crowd of 5-10 kids from school, mostly older kids who thought we were retards
>getting ready for our biggest show of the year, Death to Decency 2003
>I was booked to go over my best friend, and MVW co-founder, "Superstar" Bobby Briggs in a 2/3 Falls Last Man Standing Match
>we thought it was the coolest idea ever
>the night before we're planning out spots in my basement
>pretty basic backyard wrestling spots planned out
>a few chair shots, some ladder spots, and a table spot with a piece of plywood we found on the side of the road a few weeks earlier
>decide we need to do something really big for the match
>I volunteer to get color
>this is the first time we've ever even talked about blading in a match
>we have no fucking clue how to do it
>none of us have internet so we can't just look it up
>talk about it and decide the easiest way would just be a cheese grater to my face
>show time comes
>we go at it for 15 minutes
>time for the cheese grater
>I tell him to just really dig it in there
>he does exactly that
>within 2 minutes my face is a bloody mess
>crowd is going nuts
>chanting my name
>notice something change in my friend
>as we continue he's starting to work a little stiffer
>puts me in a crossface
>whispers in my ear
>"change of plans, I'm gonna win"
>what the fuck
>tell him no, me going over was always the plan, he'd get his win back next show
>doesn't respond
>match continues as normal
>falls are 1-1 right now
>have my back turned to him, plan is he'll german me
>here him running up behind me
>that's the last thing I remember from the match
