Below are the 17 most recent journal entries recorded in scrapdaddy's LiveJournal:

Monday, September 19th, 2005
9:22 pm	I enjoy Cookies and Cream flavored Ice Cream.  I also enjoy Monday Night Football.  Therefore, when I  eat Cookies and Cream while watching MNF, I am very satisfied.  That would accurately describe tonight.  I love the simple things.  So, I debuted for ROH on Long Island this past Saturday, and think I did well.  What is expected of me is very different than what most would probably think, and I have to say that I am excited by the challenge and opportunity.  It remains to be seen whether I'll be successful in the long run doing what I do, but if Saturday was any indication, I believe I'll be just fine.  It was nice to be in a locker room full of multi-talented wrestlers, all having their individual little niche, all having equally excellent upsides.  It's nice to be a part of a group like that without having to "carry" a show, or "lead" a locker room.  I can sit back and use my experience to bring something different to an already loaded event, and maybe pass on a little tip or trick, or suggest something that may not have been picked up on otherwise.  I think I bring something to the table both in and out of the ring, and I am happy to get the chance to work with younger, dare I say "hungrier", wrestlers that are just dying to break out.  That isn't to say that I don't want to "break out", just that I'd be equally happy to help someone else do it.  Without question, I'll have those that hate what I do, those that love what I do, those that love to hate what I do, and those that could care less either way.  I welcome them all, and I feel like if I can just open one set of eyes to a different (some would say an "old") way of doing things, then I'll be satisfied.  Either way, I'm happy to be aboard, and looking forward to the possibilities. For some reason, I bit a nice little chunk out of my tongue in a completely random part of Saturday's match.  Can't blame anyone, really can't blame myself, it was completely random.  It's effected my speech early on, and may require minor surgery to ultimately correct, but nothing really serious at this point.  I have to see how it heals and then gauge whether or not I want to go through surgery.  Imagine a "flap" of flesh hanging off the left side of your tongue.  Pretty annoying. Other than that small snafu, a pretty fulfilling weekend, and hopefully the start to a mutually beneficial relationship. Current Mood: hopeful Current Music: Cowboys/Redskins - Monday Night Football (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, August 28th, 2005
6:10 pm	I hate the internet Well, looks like Vander Pyle got me good. Not really. I, unlike 99% of everyone I know, haven't been sprung on the whole Myspace thang, partly because I actually have a life, but mostly because I don't give a shit. I am too dumb to keep up with that shit, as evidenced by the lack of website updates/livejournal entries. I have too much shit to worry about. Basically that means that I'm married. Hi wife. I was informed that good ol' VP took it upon himself to create a "Scrap Daddy" profile on there to rib me, and if that wasn't enough, he subsequently linked it to several hundred porn stars, perverts, and whoever the fuck else. It's a dumb rib, because I truly don't care, but not to be out done, I signed him up for Outpersonals.com, a homosexual meeting place. Needless to say, a month and several explicit homosexual advances later, I win. He did his best to no-sell it, but I know I got him. He knows I got him. After all, one of the emails to the newly "gay" Vander Pyle expressly requested "please fuck my ass". Ah, the internet. I also suspect that VP or another ribber is also stirring up shit about me on random message boards again. Most specifically the PWG website. It kinda sucks that his ribs somehow cause the net marks to shit on me and assume that I am some retard trying to get PWG to book me by asking about myself on their website. It's my fault though, I'm an easy target having unfortunately fallen prey to the "internet fake name game" before. The only thing I'll say on the PWG subject is this: They've inquired, I've backed off. And I've inquired, they've backed off. The timing/situation hasn't ever been right on my end for a return, and they've backed off because there's a "guilt by association" negativity cast on me by a certain PWG office person. I personally don't have any heat with PWG, and no one in that promotion has ever come to me personally with any issues. I hear about all the good shit 2nd hand through guys that like to talk, and in reality, I find it all entertaining. I'm just happy to be working with the ROH crew, it should be a welcome breath of fresh air. Current Mood: melancholy Current Music: Mustang Sally - Wilson Pickett (Comment on this)
Thursday, August 11th, 2005
10:17 am	Ramblings... I'll never take credit for training Punk, as that honor belongs to Ace, Danny, and Quinn, but it doesn't make me any less proud of him for what he's done and what he most assuredly is going to do. I remember the first time I met CM Punk. It was probably around 1997 or 8, and I was still training at the Pro Wrestling International camp at Lawrence and Broadway in Chicago under the tutelage of the great Sonny Rogers. A group of kids came in (I say kids, but I was probably only 18 at the time) to inquire about training. They were a group from the LWF, a backyard-but-with-a-ring promotion, and among them came a pudgy kid, complete with bad tattoos and dyed blond hair. He stood about because I remember that he introduced himself to me as Phil when the rest of the tards shook hands and gave off some stupid worked name. The day ended and I went home. Fast forward. Ace Steel and Danny Dominion started the Steel Domain camp as more of a finishing school for guys that were floundering. I was one of those guys. In fact I think myself, along with Adrian Lynch, could be considered the first "students" of the Domain. One day in walks the same kid, once again looking for training. He was more athletic looking, maybe a little slimmer than before, and hungry. He signed up and away he went. He was a natural, and I, being a guy that the old timers always referred to as a natural, could plainly see it. We hit it off. We are nearly the same age, and straight away it was apparent that we were cut from a similar, if not the same, cloth. He’s was a prick – still is, I’m was a prick – still am. That simple. And he loved the business. He absorbed it all. Whether it was Danny and Ace running us through drills, Cabana wanting to learn goofy shit, Quinn stretching us (I always tried to avoid those days), making fun of Brad, or anything else, he took it in. He was one of the boys. At that time, we (Danny, Ace, and I) were going up to Minneapolis every month, and after a while, we decided that it was time for Punk and Cabana to get a shot up there in front of a new crowd. They’d been working for Carmine and whoever else, and were doing great. It wasn’t long before they started to blow up and work everywhere. They complimented each other well in their matches, and people began to take notice. After these two idiots suplexed each other off of a Mountain Dew machine in St. Paul I wanted to kill them, but I can’t help but admit that I was smiling inside. They got it. Punk was always the heel, and he excelled. I like to imagine that he may have gotten some of his schtick as a heel at that point from watching and listening to me, but that’s just wishful thinking. The point is that he worked the right way, added to the shows, and most importantly respected the boys and the business, and I chose him to send me away from the Midwest for that reason. I don’t know that our match for Carmine’s MAW had the emotion that the upcoming ROH match is sure to have, although who knows. Three chair shots and a pinfall later, and I was gone from the Midwest. And I wouldn’t have done it any different. Maybe I’m a mark for saying it, but in my mind anyway, it was kind of like I was handing the torch off to Punk. Although, come to think of it, he may have actually taken it from me far before that. By the way, Punk, you’re welcome for the finisher. Asshole. I’ll concede that I wasn’t as close to the guys once I moved to California, but I followed them via tapes and the net, and I remember being so proud and so jealous at the same time. Punk would IM me and say, “I just worked with Steamboat, can you believe this shit?” I’d reply, “I know. Fuck you, I hate you.” He was taking off, and I loved it. I was as big a fan of him as anyone else. I’d seen him grow. It’s weird but I can almost understand the love a parent has for a kid. Of course wrestling isn’t that fucking deep, but you get the point. Now he’s off to New York, and I’m finally coming into ROH. I am very excited for my good fortune, and I know that I owe some of it to Punk, Cabana, Ace, Joe, and Daniels among others, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I’d sure love it even that much more if Punk was going to be around. Working for FIP with him and Prazak, Ace, and Joe was like old times. It felt good. It felt great. It felt right. If for some reason I never work another match, know that those two shows in Florida were perfect for me. Thanks to Gabe for making that happen. To Punk and Cabana, no good luck wishes are needed. You assholes have been doing it together since day one, and I know that you’ll do it just like old times. Especially at home. Just like old times. I wish I could be there with you. To Punk, I know you’ll get exactly what you want from this business, and I know that you’ll give 110% back. I can only hope that those that matter in New York will see you for what you are, and that is a true credit to a clouded business, and a breath of real and fresh air in a shit-stench wrestling atmosphere. And I hope that I live up to your expectations in ROH and do you as proud as you’ve done me. I won’t be a replacement for CM Punk, and thank God I don’t have to be, or quite frankly, I’d be fucked. Love ya kid. Current Mood: hopeful Current Music: Sports Talk Radio at Work (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, August 8th, 2005
2:05 pm	Wel, here we go... It wasn't so long ago that I said I was done bugging the boys within ROH about getting a shot. Then I worked FIP this past weekend and had a hell of a great time. Then yesterday I get the call for ROH. 9/17 in New York City and 9/24 in Boston. I accepted. I think it's not only a hell of an opportunity to expose a new group of fans to what I do, but it's also my chance to say thanks to Punker, Cabana, Ace, Joe, Daniels, and whomever else may have put in a word for me over time. I think what I bring to the table is different than a lot these days, and while I'm not the best "in-ring" talent there is, I like to think that I have other abilities that make my brand of in-ring wrestling unique and fun in our current wrestling "era". In another roundabout way, I feel like this could be my final chance to leave a piece of myself in the business, leave my mark, so-to-speak. With all of the wonderful things I've been fortunate enough to do in wrestling, I never accepted the WCW offers and as such, never got the chance to play my role on a national level. And while ROH isn't technically a nationwide company, it's big enough to fulfill that desire and it'll let me be me. I couldn't be happier. Watch out motherfuckers. Current Mood: excited Current Music: Heartbreaker - Pat Benetar (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 22nd, 2005
10:39 pm	Can't think of a snazzy title so fuck it. Saw Episode III today. Dug it. Must see again. Worked the Tokyo Dome last weekend. Dug it. Must do again. Sang Karaoke with Antonio Inoki. No, seriously. Ask Black Tiger IV. No, seriously. No time for elaboration currently. Maybe in several days after 16 Coronas, a bag of Kettle Corn, and 4-hours of Hardcore Porn. Or not. No, seriously. Current Mood: content Current Music: Hound Dog - Elvis Presley (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, April 29th, 2005
9:36 am	I don't get it... I just don't get it. I never met Chris Candido, but somehow I feel connected to all of this. I assume it's because of all the people I AM close with that loved him. I got several calls last night, and every single one of them hit me. Here was a guy that had great talent, fucked up, hit rock bottom, got straight, busted his ass, and then began to GIVE BACK to the industry that gave to him. All gone, and for what? Why? I don't get it. I don't want to get it. Current Mood: confused Current Music: Scenes from an Italian Restaurant - Billy Joel (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 12th, 2005
7:19 pm	Blah Blah Blah Ah, an update for once... Wrestled ROH and PWW champ, as well as Minnesota alumn, Austin Aries twice this past weekend. Good times, hope I gave him something a little different than what he's accustomed to. I know that I had a good time working with him, it was a breath of fresh air to be in there with someone that comes from the same place. Also this weekend, I unfortunately was re-introduced to my hatred for deathmatches. Actually to be fair, I don't hate deathmatches themselves, I hate when those involved fail to use their fucking brains and put others, in this case fans, in danger. It is hard enough these days to draw a crowd to see a show, and swinging glass tubes toward those that do show up does nothing but guarantee that somebody is going to get fed up, possibly hurt. As much as I haven't always liked all of what Ian Rotten does regarding deathmatches, I really wish he was in CA this past weekend to lend his leadership and expertise to a group of people that IMO desperately needed it. All that aside, the CAC convention is coming up this weekend in Vegas and this year I'm taking my old man. I think it'll be a good chance for us to hang out, as well as a chance for him to see some of the crew he watched as a kid. I am also looking forward to a weekend away with my wife, and of course I am always happy to see Carmine and the boys from back home. Should be good times... Current Mood: mellow Current Music: Judge Judy (representin' sucka) (Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 9th, 2005
7:40 am	What the ... Why is it that protein powder forces the most vulgar odors from my ass? Current Mood: confused Current Music: Fuck Music it STANK in here (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, February 4th, 2005
9:24 pm	In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina... Ah yes, good times this past weekend with the homies, namely Slymm, Sammy Joe and Gina, Cabana, Vander Pyle, and of course my ball and chain her her pal Nat. I was very disappointed to find that my favorite funk cover band, Jungle Boogie, was a no-show at Rock Bottom in beautiful downtown San Dawg. In their place, some jabrone '80's metal cover band - not good. To our credit, we allowed the booze to flow regardless and after a few, it was on. I gotta say I never thought I'd see big ol' Vander Pizzle shaking his moneymaker in a crowded club. But that said, he did, and dare I say he did it well. Took Cabana into Old Town SD on Sunday for some authentic Mexicuisine and good times ensued. It is always good to hang with Cabana. I always thought we had a natural chemistry together, whether it was stealing menus from Arby's in the middle of Wisconsin, or waterbombing unsuspecting fools in a Wal-Mart parking lot in Michigan. Hell I even wiped my ass and stuffed it in his jacket on a blistering cold day in Minneapolis one time. That's love my friends. Other than the aforementioned, things are good. School is back in session, my instructors are decent from what I can tell, and life is bueno. I can't get ROH to book me as much as I've pestered, so I'll quit worrying about it and let life go where it will. I am kind of enjoying the "down" time anyhow. Working when I want to, and not being committed to something every weekend is nice, and gives me time to take care of me and mine. Not a complaint you'll get from me. I look for New England, and more specifically the pimp Tom Brady, to represent Super Bowl style and go over on the Eagles by two TD's. I also look for Sammy Sosa to drop 40 bombs on the American League this upcoming season, but ya know, it was time. I loved watching Sammy at Wrigley, and more recently when the Cubbies came west (he dropped two bombs against the Padres last time they were here), but all good things must come to an end. I like the look of this younger Cubs squad. Look for Nomar to be his old self and become the new face of Chicago baseball. Until next time take care of yourself, and each other... Current Mood: horny Current Music: If I can't have you - Yvonne Elliman (Comment on this)
Sunday, January 9th, 2005
6:38 pm	Lah-dee-motherfuc*king-dah. Good lord. Great to see the Packers defense actually make an appearance for once, but where in the good graces of all fuck was this vaunted offense. I'd hate to say it, but I think this was a Major League choke job (another one?) by #4 and the receiving corps. I love me some Brett favre and I hope he plays one more season, but I hope even more that Sherman gets his head out of his ass and makes a move for a decent QB (Drew Brees, anyone?) and he better draft all defense. Off that subject, I'd love to grab Randy Moss by his 'fro and spike that motherfucker with a Piledriver dead center of the field in Minneapolis, because you know that even those Viking fucks can't stand his ignorant ass. Saw "White Noise", liked it, but Michael Keaton STILL creeps me the hell out. Like you know he has a hidden stash of Ravi Shankar albums and only eats string cheese. What an odd looking individual. That fuck was Batman? Horrible. 24 premieres tonight, and if I could be one TV character, it'd be Jack Motherucking Bauer. Fuck it all. Somebody tell ROH and [insert Japanese promotion here]to book me. Current Mood: pissed off Current Music: ESPN - World Series of Poker (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, December 26th, 2004
8:21 pm	Yule tide carols, being sung by a choir... I love Christmas. Without a doubt, my favorite holiday. Mine was great, soent XMas Eve with homies for a nice dinner prepared in La Casa de Scrapdizzle, festive as all get out and tasty. XMas Day was spent with the in-laws in Los Angeles, and once again all was well. Thanks to Vander Pyle for stopping by and bringing the football knowledge to the in-law clan. A big Happy Birthday to Pops Pearce. The big FIVE-OH! Wish I could have been there in vegas for the celebration, but will see him over New Year's Weekend. Also, a somber prayer out to the family of Hall of Famer Reggie White. His passing at the young age of 43 is scary, and the NFL and more importantly, society lost a wonderful guy and a hell of an athlete. I am a huge #92 mark and was socked to hear the news this morning. God Bless the Minister. Not a lot coming up wrestling-wise, I have the SoCal "supercard" on the 15th of January, but other than that, nada...and that is fine by me... Toodles. Current Mood: nostalgic Current Music: Sunday Night Football - Dolphins/Browns (Comment on this)
Sunday, November 28th, 2004
1:33 pm	After-Thanksgiving Thoughts Thanksgiving is my second favorite holiday. Of course Christmas rules all types of worlds, communities, provinces, etc., but Turkey day is right up there in all its culinary bliss. This year was spent in Las Vegas at the 'rents, and in this instance things were especially nice as Grandma Pearce made the trek in from Milwaukee. In between turkey, stuffing, and two HORRIBLY SHITTY football games, there was enough time to lose money on the Blackjack table, chill at the piano bar while hearing my Grandmother's take on our family history, and grace the staff at 24 Hour Fitness with my presence not once, yet twice. Yes, I hit the weights TWICE over Thanksgiving weekend. Dedication is me. I have so much to be thankful for this year, life is pretty sweet right now. Next up: Christmas (or as I have deemed this year, "I better be getting that Walter Payton throwback jersey" day) Fuck it all, AP Current Mood: thankful Current Music: Patriots/Ravens on CBS (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, November 22nd, 2004
6:06 pm	Blah to the Blah-Blah Ron Artest is a complete fucking moron. I don't care if someone threw a beer at him or not (imagine if I rushed the crowd in Tijuana every time that happened to me). I personally would have banned him from the league. He's a disgrace, and the fact that Stephen Jackson and Jermaine O'Neal went after Artest and ended up brawling with other fans makes them equally fucking stupid. I am looking forward to the NWA/NJPW-USA show on December 12. It should be a very good test to see if Southern California is going to work in their plans. I am glad to be a part of it, that's for sure. Hope everyone (not)reading this has a great Thankgiving... Toodles... Current Mood: thankful Current Music: Monday Night Football - Patriots/Chiefs (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 2nd, 2004
12:37 pm	Reflections Nice showing by the UPW crew in Primm, NV over the past weekend. Decent house, had to be around 2,500 or so, and I worked with DDP once again. I'd say we definitely have chemistry in there and had a good match in my opinion. I look forward to the next show... Fuck the Police. Current Mood: jubilant Current Music: Slayer - "Skeletons of Society" (Comment on this)
Monday, October 11th, 2004
10:09 am	My lord... Why didn't anyone tell me I looked like a beached whale at PWG's "Reason for the Season". Diet time for the fat fuck that is I. Current Mood: morose Current Music: "Sitting on the Dock of the Bay" - Otis Redding (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 5th, 2004
10:06 am	Ah, the joys of idiocy... You know, it occurs to me. Some people are just plain morons. Idiots. Fools. And it also occurs to me that I would also qualify from time to time. But, thinking deeper, is that not what entertains us all? Is it not the morons of life that force a smile upon our faces? I ask you, faithful brethren, if not those idiots and morons then tell me whom? I for one am on a crusade to embrace the morons of our time, and to hold them high in irrevocable reverence for all to admire. It is so, because I too am a capable and frequent participant within the world of Idiocy. MORON. Current Mood: hopeful Current Music: Money - Pink Floyd; Dark Side of the Moon (Comment on this)
Monday, October 4th, 2004
7:11 pm	I couldn't tell you why.... I dunno why the fuck I have one of these things. I'll never update it, no one will ever read it, and no one gives a shit anyway? Maybe I'll field questions and answer them on here, except I highly doubt anyone will even know I have it. I need a beer. I also need to wrestle. Speaking of which October 30 in Las Vegas I tangle with Diamond Dallas Page again. Should be good times. I'll unveil the new robe as well and then tip a few back with the boys and my old lady. Good times to be had by all I'm sure. Go Packers. Or not. Current Mood: blah Current Music: Monday Night Football - Chiefs/Ravens (1 Comment |Comment on this)