Losing my Crown…
El Nordico Fuego lost his Crown of Lucha Chaos tonight. I blame two things. Firstly, the colossal hangover from seeing Outcryfire and Evil Scarecrow the night before, after which I left all my valuable personal possessions on the tube.
Secondly, the brute power of Maduk Malik – the thus-far undefeated newcomer to Lucha Britannia. And now, the King of Lucha Chaos.
Sonofabitch.
To be fair, it was one hell of a lucha chaos battle…
But, at the end of it all, I didn’t win. In fact, I lost. And then I got very, very drunk. On cheap beer and expensive whiskey.
On the plus side, I had lots of support from friends and family – which made it worth the suffering. This time, these friends included Scott Keneally of Rise of the Sufferfests, and Scott Carney – the author of A Death on Diamond Mountain and The Red Market, who I met just that morning. He was staying with me as part of his Tough Guy experience, which might form part of his next book…
Luckily, being King of Chaos means Maduk Malik will have to defend his crown at the next show. Which means I’ll probably have a decent shot at getting my crown back, or at least getting revenge.
Or, at the very least, a commiserations beer.
My body aches, but at least it isn’t Tough Guy this weekend…
…oh wait.