First off, we had front row seats to the Raw house show. That was awesome as it was.
Featured:
14 man battle royal.
Chris Jericho Vs. Randy Orton World Title Match
Jeff Hardy Vs. Mr. Kennedy Intercontinental Title Match
Paul London & Brian Kendrick vs. Bob Holly and some dude (champs) vs. Terry Murdoch and Lance Cade title match.
Main event, Triple H vs. Umaga Steel Cage Match.
Here are a few photos. All phone pics, but thats all I had to work with.
After the show, Me and my buddy Anthony were walking back to the car outside the area. We see this really nice caddy pulling out of the bottom ramp, we assume correctly that a wrestler is probably in it.
Thirty Seconds later we look over, and the car has its windows rolled down. A dude is sitting in the passenger seat.
Dude: Hey guys, can we talk to you a minute?
Us: Yeah.
Dude: Ok, we're pulling over.
They stop on the side of the street in a parking spot.
We walk up to the window. We then recognize who it is. Fucking Paul London, two time WWE tag champ, with the longest reigning length of 145 days.
Here is a quick youtube of his highlights in case you still don't know who I'm referring to.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZHUP9zZvf4
(He's the dude with black hair, nice teeth and decent tan)
Us: Hey, great match! You did good. *assorted compliments*
Paul: Thanks, hey thanks.
*At this point we ask him about his chest, because Bob Holly, who is documented as one of the roughest guys in the business, had received a chop from him....then grabbed him and hit him back with six chops, at least that echoed through the entire building. Paul actually lifts his tee shirt. There are red hand prints all over his chest, nearly bleeding.*
Paul: Man it still hurts. But Hey, I don't mean nothing by this, but do you guys know where to get some smoke?
Us: Awww...man, no we only got a half joint.
Paul: Oh if thats all you got, keep it man. We got a pinch, we were looking for about two ounces. We're heading to Atlanta tonight. (Side note: I looked it up, they have another house show there).
This whole time, I was standing there mentally kicking my ass for not having a pen and paper for an autograph. Also I know this is a story to tell, and I definitely wanted proof. Then I remember my aformentioned camera phone.
Me: Hey dude, I know its probably a hassle, but would you take a picture with me?
Paul: Yeah man! Absolutely!
He hops out of the car. Shakes both our hands. Then pounds them. We pose...and heres the shot.
Look at his fingers closely. What does it look like hes holding? A joint. Then look at my thumbs up...almost looks like a bowl I'm holding, but I didnt preplan that, heh.
Us: Thanks, sorry we cant help you man.
Paul: Oh its cool, we were just looking for some for the ride. But i'm sure we'll meet up later sometime...I know that sounds kinda weird haha...
Anthony: Nah, its that weed karma.
All of us laugh.
We go to shake hands one last time. He grabs my arm in what I thought was maybe going to end in a disagreeable fashion like me having a broken bone, but instead was just an indian handshake.
Paul: This is how we do it!
And thats it. What I liked about him was how "real" he seemed- almost more genuine then alot of regular people you run into. I definitely can respect that. But, the other thing I noticed was that this guy had some balls: seriously, he randomly chooses two dudes from the show to ask for weed? I mean, shit, what if one of them wrote a story about it and published it online? That would be fucked up. But then again maybe that fan would give him an out, and cover his tracks by just saying this could all be a made up story by some online blogger looking for attention. Afterall, it's not like Every Loser Had His Day, is it?
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