Why Me?: The Doc Young Story

GOODBYE

Thu, 12 Oct 2006 20:42:30 GMT

This LJ is officialy closed.

Continue the following adventures of Doc at http://www.myspace.com/docyoung

Thanks.

Sun, 01 Oct 2006 00:32:43 GMT

So last time, I talked about how Les Thatcher (My mentor and good friend who you can see on the McMahon and Brian Pillman DVD's just released by WWE) gave me the idea to try and book Ro'Z (Formerly Rosey of WWE) on our little indy show on October 7th.

But we had another problem. There were 5 other shows running in the state on the same night. and booking undercard talent was tight.

I immediately went to my favorites. I called Jimmy Jacobs, who wrestles in Ring of Honor. I've been telling people since the first time I saw him the ring that this guy is a future star, and I still believe it.

I wasn't even a fan at first. I went to an IWA-Mid South show once to cover it for a website I used to work at, and I saw this kid come out during intermisson to sign autographs and chat with the fans. He was about 5'7, 160 at most. I was just a recap reporter (a guy who writes his opinons on shows and says who won and lost) and I was still a larger person than him.

I nudged a guy next to me. "Who is that?"

He looked at me like I was crazy. "That's Jimmy Jacobs." He said with pride.

"Jimmy Jacobs?" I said. "He's a wrestler?"

"He's the IWA Light Heavyweight Champion." Said the guy, annoyed at my stupidity.

"HE'S a wrestling champion?," I asked, dumbfounded. "Where's the rest of him?"

Ahhh, those innocent days. I was treated later in the show to Jimmy coming out and blowing the roof of the place with his athletic ability, ring presence and ring psychology, and his charisma. And he wasn't even in the main event!

I've been touting Jimmy Jacobs ever since, on my show, to people I know, and to anyone who would listen.

Regardless of the negative publicity I probably gave him by being an open fan of his, he has gone to winning the IWA Mid-South Heavyweight Championship, to appearances on WWE Raw as a security guard, defeating Eddie Guerrero on Smackdown, recently, a dark match on the "hot" Hard Justice TNA Pay-Per-View. We even made jokes on the show that his match caused the fire in the arena that sparked after his match.

Jimmy was the perfect guy to be on my show. I called him immediately.

"Awww, i'm booked for that day, Doc". He said. "Ring of Honor."

Crap! Damn you, Ring of Honor. Taking all the guys I want for my little show. How DARE they be the darling of the country's indy scene!!! GRRRR!!!

Jimmy thanked me for thinking of him, I told him we would party hard next time I came up for his next show, he laughed a "yeah, right" laugh, hung up, and then the search continued.

With all the Indiana locals pretty much taken up (The count now stands at TEN shows being held in the state that night), I tried to focus on talent I knew.

We added every FEW regular that wasn't booked for that night, since it IS an FEW show.....JT Zorin, Chris Cage, Chapel, Gunner Hansen, Wildman Rogers, Bobo Brazil Jr., Rob Kincaid, Damian Michaels and FEW Champion Skip Raddison were booked.

Time to get another big name. I happened to be talking to a worker on the show and he had tried to get another ex-WWE guy to also come to the show.

The guy unfortunately never answered his phone or called back. I was told it wasn't unusual.

But it was ok, cause one day I was IM'ing with Romeo Roselli, who used to be in the Heart Throbs tag team in WWE, and by a stroke of luck and convienence, he agreed to wrestle on the show!

Awesome! Romeo is a cool guy. He is a nice guy to begin with, and when it comes to business, it's all business. A class act all the way, and talented as they come! It's gonna be cool to have him on the show.

Two big ex-WWE'ers for a small town on the first try in the area is good enough....time for upper midcarders!!

Luckily, Romeo had a buddy who didn't mind coming up to grace us with his talent. OVW fans in Louisville knew him as Chris Cage, the former OVW Heavyweight Champion, but he is now Chris Maddux! Ripped, still hungry, and ready to tear the house down! (OVW is a "minor league" of WWE)

Cool! So next, I called another one of my favorites, the current IWA Mid-South Light Heavyweight Champion Josh Abercrombie.

Abercrombie always impressed me for how good he was in the ring, how he interacted with the fans during his matches, and how nice of a guy he was outside the ring. A show goes so much better when everyone can stand to be around each other, and having Josh in the locker room would not only be another great athlete, but fun as well.

After many calls and emails back and forth, Josh will MOST likely be there. The only reason we are not advertising him is because it's not 100%....it's about 90% right now.

Without invading Josh's privacy, he's waiting for something to happen. If it happens at a time close to the show, he won't be there. If it doesn't happen, he will be there. I'm looking forward to having Josh at the show. A class act, that kid is.

So time for another upper mid-carder.....time to go back to my favorites.

COLT CABANA, COME ON DOWN!, I thought. I gave him a call. I always loved Colt's antics in the ring, and (I hope he doesn't get offended at this) but enjoyed seeing him get squashed by Umaga on Raw a few months ago. If only for the fact he made the big stage. He deserved it.

Colt was also ROH-bound that day, as he was gonna be at the Michigan show.

DAMN YOU, ROH!

But....he had a suggestion. "Can I suggest someone from Chicago?" He said.

"Sure" I said.

"Egotistico Fantasico." He said, as if he just told me the secret to decode a treasure map.

I swear to God, readers. I thought he was joking me.

"Who? I never heard of him.", I said.

"Just talk to him and check out his stuff." Said Colt, obviously knowing what his was talking about.

Well, I thought, if THE Colt Cabana was referring me to this guy, I can't turn it down flat, I have to see.

I DID check it out...and this guy is a package of skill, looks, and charisma. We quickly worked out an agreement.

What a find I made, I thought. Yeah, I actually thought it was MY find for a moment, even though COLT CABANA referred him to me. This guy has been on and on for years, ripping shit up in the Chicago area.

He has also done some stuff with NOAH in Japan, and WWE is wanting to take a look at him. We are actually changing his ring name for the show to his original name of Robert "Ego" Anthony.

I'm not one to gossip, but if you record Raw and Smackdown next week, you MAY see him somewhere.

Anyway, about Ego, he works for AAW (All American Wrestling), which is a GREAT promotion up in the Chicago area in a suburb called Berwyn. The promotion is headed up by the former IWA Mid-South Heavyweight Champion, Danny Daniels. And boy, does he know how to put a show on.

They have a big screen hanging from the ceiling where they show vignettes and promos in-between matches, and montages of past shows before and after the show.

The venue for AAW is actually an Eagles Club, but it's a BIG ONE. At LEAST 2 floors that I saw. The floor fits many wrestling fans.

Back to my story, I asked Ego if he knew anyone else from AAW (which you can tell i am a big fan of) that could come down with him to save on gas and hotel.

To make a long story short.....AAW Favorite Bryce Benjamin, Safari Stu Early, and Boytoy Brian will be coming down to the show also.

My friends, if you come down, you are gonna see stars and soon-to-be stars on this show! No fillers! If you are lucky, you may get an autograph of a future WWE champ!

Of course, there are more guys coming, but you'll just have to come to the show and see!

CLICK BELOW TO SEE THE FLYER!

More next time on how the promoting blitz is going, and, of course, my "day-before-nerves!"

Remember, October 7th! 6:30pm! Vincennes National Guard Armory! 1514 Emison St.! Vincennes, Indiana!

Ducken, Naked Cowboy, and Sex-Pac: My FEW Debut

Tue, 22 Aug 2006 06:32:02 GMT

So last weekend was my first ring announcing gig at FEW in Indianapolis. A weird experience to say the least.

First off, my genius ass decided to wait until Thursday morning to try to get a hotel for the weekend. Almost every freaking hotel in the Indianapolis area was booked full. One of the guys told me there was a car show on the westside that weekend, and that's why everyone was full. Great.

I finally found a motel I won't name by name as to not ruin their business (you'll see why later). We'll call it the Tracy Motel. The middle eastern lady said in broken english that they had two rooms left, and that they were 5 minutes from the venue in Danville on East Main Street. Plus, the room prices were a steal!! With my luck shining, I reserved a one bed room until Sunday Morning. The reason for this is because even though I would be leaving Saturday, I don't like being told when to check-out. I'll check out when I damn well feel like it, and I planned on sleeping off a big hangover from the huge party I would get together at the show. So if I wanna go home at 7pm on a Saturday, I will.

A few hours later, I drove the distance out to the venue. Armed with my portable DVD player blasting "Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back", the trip up wasn't too bad. The only problem is, BLASTING the player at full volume enabled me to barely make out what people were saying amidst the roar of the car and the full-blast AC. So I stopped at a Dollar Store on the way and picked up a pair of lightweight headphones.

Now, I know it's not kosher (actually illegal) to drive with a pair of headphones on, but keep in mind that even with headphones and the volume on the DVD player all the way up, I could still clearly hear every sound around me, including other cars on the road. And I picked "Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back" because I have seen it 10 million times and wouldn't have to look at the screen and risk crashing and dying, because I knew everything that happens in the movie.

It was at that Dollar General that I met my new best friend.

I was in line to buy the headphones, and these two old ladies were in line in front of me, taking forever to do the simpliest tasks like getting their products on the counter and paying for their shit. While I was sitting there, and the old ladies oblivious to me tapping my foot and rolling my eyes, one lady picked up this hand puppet that was sitting on the counter.

"Oh, what a cute puppet!" She said.

The kid behind the counter seemed to feel bad for it. "Yeah, I told everyone here that I would sell it before the end of my shift. I've been trying to sell it all day, but no one wants to buy it."

Me being a sucker for a hard luck story, I picked up the puppet and looked at it when the grandmas left. It looked at me with a sadness in his face. His yellow, big headed ass seemed to say in a silent, but obvious tone, "Buy me, Doc. I will be your friend till the end."

My soft heart melted. I turned him over to see how much it would cost me to have a friend till the end....

ONE DOLLAR!

Sold!

"Now you can tell your friends you sold it." I smiled at the kid.

There's only one problem. I can't tell if it's a duck or a chicken. So I named him Ducken. And I swore Ducken would make an appearance (at least in the locker room) at the FEW show. I mean, think about it: what a great gimmick! How many ring announcers share duties with a duck/chicken puppet? Ducken would make me famous. (I'll post a pic of Ducken tommorrow)

So let's recap for a moment: Here's Doc, rolling down the Indiana highway with a pair of headphones on, looking out for cops, listening to a movie, and the thing that's gonna make him famous is a yellow puppet that's laying on the passenger seat, lifeless without a hand up his ass to guide his movements.

Got it so far? Good. Let's continue.

So I finally get to the venue as it's getting dark. Well, at least I was on the same street. I couldn't find the freakin venue! East Main Street was a long street with many fields and a few businesses here and there. aren't "Main Streets" supposed to have life on them? Apparently, not EAST Main Streets.....

No worries (as Samoa Joe always says to me), I will find the venue later, I thought. I need to find the motel first anyway. Only problem was, I couldn't find the MOTEL either!

I went the full length of East Main Street - end to end - 3 times, and couldn't find neither the venue nor the Motel. Finally, I got pissed and called the motel. Someone who spoke good english finally answered, thank God. I tried to tell her where I was. She had no clue what I was talking about. I told her what businesses I was by. She STILL had no clue what I was talking about.

After about 15 minutes of back and forth confusion, the lady goes "There's an East Main Street in Danville, maybe that's where you are. People get them confused a lot."

"Of course that's where i'm at", I tell her. "You guys told me the motel was right next to the Hendricks County Fairgrounds (where the show was to be held)."

"Well, our motel is in Plainfield.", says the girl.

Needless to say, it wasn't me who was confused. It was the broken-english lady who I spoke to earlier that said the freaking motel was right next to the freakin venue. Plainfield was a good 20 minutes to the Southeast of where I was.

So Doc travels his ass even further away to the motel, pissed off the whole way there, and contemplating staying at the first motel I passed on the way. Unfortunately - as one clerk told me - there's no rooms anywhere. Besides, the Tracy Motel has good prices, right?

The landscape got progressively worse as I neared Plainfield. It went from a middle class neighborhood in Danville, to a very-rich vast of beautiful homes on spacious lots in Avon, to a scummy pile trash in my destination.

So I finally limply roll into Plainfield after dark (When I told the promoter I would be in town by 7pm) and am tired as hell. I pay for the room and they make me a keycard.

"Your room is 313. We just got keycards on all our rooms the other day. We're still learning, so if your keycard doesn't work, bring it back and we'll make you another one" the young girl behind the counter says. I parked around the back and lugged up my bags across the parking lot to the two-tiered building on the backside of the property.

Walking through this property was like walking through a courtyard in the ghetto of madness. There were drunk rednecks, drugged up hippies, drunk middle easterners, and drunk gangsters everywhere, all packed into a little space. And who do they all stare at?

Doc.

As i'm trying to ignore stares and just get into my room, feeling like a new fish on his first day of prison, a drunk redneck who is sitting in front of his room with a drunk middle easterner decides to proclaim my arrival in a breath full of vodka.

"Hey....rich GUY coming through!"

Great, I thought.

Let me go back in life a little bit. I grew up in the city, and it wasn't the greatest of circumstances.....But I learned a lot of street smarts. One of the things you want to do to stay out of trouble is not to draw attention to yourself in a scenario full of strangers. And if people think you are RICH....you are the first one they want to steal from or mug.

So basically, in city terms, drunk redneck was telling everyone who will get a mugger the biggest bounty in his opinion.

I tried to ignore this and just get to my room. I get in front of my room and swipe the card, and VOILA!!.....nothing happens.

I swipe it again. Nothing. I swipe it a few more times out of anger and the door still won't open.

Let's pause for a moment and recap: Here's Doc. Stuck in the middle of suburban ghetto hell. With a DVD player that has "Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back" in it. With a freakin yellow puppet named Ducken in his gym bag, because he's too stupid to tell if his "one-dollar, friend-till-the-end" is a duck or a chicken. The puppet is gonna make him famous, ya know. And he's stranded outside a motel room in a courtyard full of the biggest mixture of unsavory individuals in white, brown, AND black trash history - with over $2000 dollars worth of goodies and cash on his person - waiting to get robbed the moment they realize he can't get into his room.

Got it so far? Good. Let's continue.

I got pissed.....I called the front desk on my cell phone and told them, "Look. your card don't work. I dragged a bunch of shit up here, and I'm not coming back down. You need to send someone over here with a new card."

After 5 minutes of pretending I wasn't locked out and was just enjoying the scenery by leaning on the balcony and scanning the area (There was a trailer park next door), The middle-eastern assistant manager came down with a new card.

"I'm so sorry", he said. He swiped the new card into the lock, and VOILA!!

Nothing happened.

He swiped a couple more times......Nothing.

"I'll be right back", he said.

"You should have stuck to key locks", I said, pissed off.

"We just got these installed two days ago, so we are not familiar with them yet. I'll be right back." He said, and took off.

As I went back to pretending I enjoyed watching trailer parks and weirdoes.....a big black young man (I'll call him Gang Star, since I like making up names for people I don't know) starting walking across the yard down below, staring at me hard as he walked.

"Sup? You can't get in?", Gang Star said.

"Yeah, the management will be here any second", I said, hopefully dashing any thoughts he may harbor about pulling out a gun and mugging me.

Five minutes later and the Assistant Manager comes back. No luck again.....he leaves AGAIN, and in another five minutes he returns.....with whole freakin keycard-making machine and a bunch of blank cards.

I realize this guy finally means business and he's not gonna let a keycard lock mess with him. He makes a new card attached to the machine, sticks it in the lock, and pushes some buttons on the machine. and....

VOILA!

The door opens up to my wonderful weekend haven!

Unfortunately, my wonderful weekend haven is occupied by a very surprised man in his boxers, laying on the bed, watching TV.

He jumps up as the door opens. "What the...?" He exclaims.

"Oh man, sorry. We thought this room was empty." Says Assistant Manager.

"Man, i just checked into this room a couple hours ago", says fruit-of-the-loom, methed-out looking redneck.

"I'm really sorry" I say, as Assistant Manager closes the door and leaves him to his meth and TV.

Assistant Manager calls the front desk and tells them the room is "full". He asks what's available. Luckily...the room next door is.

Meanwhile, Gang Star is still in the parking lot and decides to get into the act. He's yelling up at the assistant manager.

"Yo, when yo ass touches the bottom of those stairs, i'mma whoop yo ass! Dat's on da real!", Gang Star says.

I dunno what the heat is between Assistant Manager and Gang Star, but I didn't care. I just wanted out of this hellhole of a courtyard. Assistant Manager, for his part, just pretended like he didn't hear the guy.

Assistant Manager knocks on the next door first, this time. "Better to be safe than sorry again", he says. I roll my eyes and wonder how I got into this mess in the first place.

A.M. unlocks the door, and VOILA!!!

The room is not only empty, but it has TWO beds.....a microwave, AND a fridge. JACKPOT!

I finally get into my room, well after 9pm.....As soon as I put my crap down and rolled around in the bed (a Doc Young hotel tradition), I called the promoter, Rob Kincaid.

"Dude, I'm in Plainfield and this whole freakin motel is weird as hell", I told him. He scoffed at me.

"Plainfeid is not weird. It's normal." He said.

"No dude, i'm tellin you. There are drunk and drugged out people all over the place. And there are gangsters across the lot."

"Man, those are just pretenders", Says Kincaid. "They aren't weird or dangerous."

"Dude, i'm telling you....come down here and see. I don't feel comfortable here."

Kincaid laughed at me, but I insisted he come down. We had previously made plans to hold a pre-show party at my room anyway. He made a few excuses, and then later told me to call a party chat line to get girls at my room.

"All the wrestlers do it when they are in town", he said.

"Dude, I ain't calling no chat line. YOU call a chat line." I said.

So let's recap for a moment: Here's Doc. He has a room in suburban melting pot hell NEXT to an underwear-clad meth addict who had his room burst into, AND next door to trailer park; he has a one dollar, yellow puppet in his gym bag that he's too stupid to figure out if it is a duck or a chicken; he has over $2000 worth of goodies and cash on his person, a portable DVD with "Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back" in it, and the promoter thinks he's a wimp who's scared of people and tells him to call a 900 number to get company.

Are we caught up? Good. Let's continue...

Kincaid wouldn't call the chat line, but said he would come down soon. He didn't. I fell asleep watching TNA on TV. (No offense, TNA. I was tired.)

SHOW DAY!

I woke up around 10am and watched Jerry Springer. They don't show it in my area no more and I thought it got cancelled. It said it was a "classic episode", so maybe it IS cancelled now. I dunno.

I stayed lazy most of the morning, took a shower, and hit the road to the venue at around 3pm Eastern.

One problem. I STILL didn't know exactly where the venue was. I went back to Danville, took East Main Street like I did when I first got there the day before, and looked around....I saw this big building where I thought it should be. If I was wrong, I would ask them just where the hell the place was.

I got there and headed toward the door and saw flyers for the show on the door and a welcome sign from the promotion. I found it! I started walking back to my car to get my stuff and Rob Kincaid came outside. We went inside and he showed me around and then we watched the hard working crew of a whole TWO PEOPLE put the ring together.

Me and Kincaid went to put up a few more flyers, buy me some black socks that I forgot to bring, and buy the WHOLE crew some McDonalds.

Kincaid was cracking me up with his no-shame approach of tearing down garage sale signs and putting his show signs in their place. He used the garage sale signs' poles as a way to hold up his signs. Me and him discussed how my radio show partner (and wrestling legend) Les Thatcher would be disgusted with him, which I'm sure to hear about from Les soon. lol. It was still funny to watch Kincaid's big ass sprinting across the road to destroy a garage sale sign.

"Damn, dude. Your big ass is really testing my shocks today", I told him.

"F%*k you", he said.

You gotta understand. My car is little. It's a freakin Pontiac Sunfire, and Rob is a lot bigger than I thought he was. At 6'4 and in the mid 200's, he took up most of the front half of the car. I never had a wrestler in this car before (I got it a month ago), and I imagine it wasn't a very comfortable ride for him. Now I know why Big Van Vader always drove Cadiliacs.

We went to McDonalds, and when we got to the pay window, there was a cute girl there. Doc had an idea.

"Gimme a flyer", I told Kincaid, as I grabbed for one anyway.

I handed it to the cute girl while I handed her the money. "Come to our show tonight.", I said.

"What is it?" She asked.

"It's a wrestling show." I said. She didn't seem very impressed.

"Wrestling?" she asked, like she DOESN"T get the USA Network or something.

"Yeah...we're gonna be on the show" I said, pulling into full flirt mode.

"Unless you are going to the stupid football game", Said Kincaid.

"Nah, i'm not in high school", she said.

"You look like it", I said. Then I realized I messed up.....you don't tell someone in their early 20's they look younger, especially a girl.

"I dunno if that's a compliment or not", I said stupidly.

I couldn't hear her answer, but I saw her shake her head no.

I had to fix this. I got my smoothest voice, and said "Ya know, I could put my phone number on the back of that flyer if you want"

She melted. Her whole body position sank into butter as she leaned on the counter, giggled, and turned bright red.

"Look at her, Rob." I said. "She's blushing like hell!"

Rob laughed and I figured I was embarrassing her by then, so we said goodbye (without the benefit of her having my number) and moved to the next window where you get your food.

"Gimme another flyer", I told Rob.

As soon as the girl tried to hand us the first sack of food, I handed her a flyer. "Come to our show tonight", I said.

"What is it?" She said (The apparently obvious question when you don't wanna look at a flyer you've just been handed while you are working at McDonalds.)

"It a wrestling show." Kincaid informed her.

She immediately went ballistic. "Oh my God, you are wrestlers?!"

"Yes", we said, even though neither one of us were wrestling in the show.

"Oh my God!", she said, clutching the flyer like she was Charlie and she just got a golden ticket in a candy bar for a free visit to a chocolate factory. "I am SOOO there!"

Before she could even give us the rest of our order, she sprinted into the restaurant, holding up the flyer like she just won the lotto, saying "I'm going to a wrestling show tonight! These guys are wrestlers!"

When we finally got her attention back, she gave us the rest of our order. Rob was unimpressed at her enthusiasm.

"She had cold sores around her mouth", Rob said.

The girl, by the way, never showed up.

When we got back into the venue, and the show time neared, it was all business. I was running around the huge venue trying to catch each wrestler and get their stats and hometown, and find out if there was anything else they wamted me to say. Then I had to get the notes together to coincide with each match and who came out first and what not. I got to about the fourth match of the card when Rob called "Doc....let's go. It's showtime."

I was sweating like a pig from running around between everyone. Rob had said that if I wanted entrance music, i could have it....so i edited an instrumental of White Stripes "Seven Nation Army" the day before. I had gotten the idea becuase IWA Mid-South used it as a theme song to a battle royal, and I thought it made a good build up music to the mayhem that a show brings, and gets fans hyped and ready. I also knew my co-host on Wrestling Weekly, Les Thatcher, would smack himslef in the forehead at the thought of a ring announcer having music.....so I had to take the opportunity....in a friendly way to tease him, of course. :)

Unfortunately, Kincaid and the sound people had a falling out when they showed up, so Kincaid had two security guards run the sound for the night who had never done it before. So when I was to come out, Kincaid says over the mic (in the backstage area still)...."Please welcome your host for the night, Doc Young!"

I waited for my music. It didn't come.

I wasn't happy, but a show is a show, and i walked out from the curtain. What surprised me was the chorus of boos I got.

So far in the show, I was the most hated man, and I didn't know why. They booed the hell out of me. I figured it out when i heard a couple people yell "Where is the OLD ring announcer?!"

Whoever was the "old" ring announcer, they loved him....and they didn't take very kindly to this brown guy in a 230 dollar suit coming in and taking the glory. I just smiled and waved and came into the ring to announce, even though I was thinking "I hate ALL you rednecks! Bite me!" I learned later that the sound guys, who were rookies, played my music, but forgot to turn the volume up from zero.

I don't think I did a bad job. It was certainly a lot better than my IWA Mid-South aapreance. After the show, the promoters had only one peice of advice, and that was that I run and check with the sound guys during the match to make sure who is coming out next and when.

My notes were good and I feel I did good without incident...except that second match.....

You see...the sound guys had never done it before, and they had a few bad habits.....one of the habits was to hit "STOP" on the CD player instead of turning the volume slowly down and THEN hitting "STOP", so the entrance themes would just abruptly cut off.

They also had a bad habit of playing the theme music while i was still announcing the next guy to come out. so on the second match, I was announcing a wrestler called Hillbilly Jed. The music started playing as soon as I said his hometown, so when I got to his name, I had to scream it at the top of my lungs so the audience would hear the name over the music. Somewhere during the 'JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED', i heard something tear in my throat. The feeling in my throat immediately wanted to make me throw up in the middle of the ring because of the itching. I sat down and tried to drink a lot of water from my bottle at the time keeper's table.

"Oh my God", I thought. "I'mma have to quit after two matches. Who will ring announce? Would I even get paid?" I tried to do exercises with my throat to lessen the scratching sensation, but they made it worse.

Before I knew it, it was time for the next match. I went up there and everytime I tried to talk, I felt the sensation of wanting to cough until I puked. I really half-assed the announcing on the match, and told myself if I still couldn't do it right by intermission, I would bow out.

I tried to over-relax my throat, drink plenty of water, and luckily it seemed to go away by the next match.

The rest of the show went good, and I made some new friends of the wrestlers. One-time WWE hopeful Sean Casey was there and his valet Samantha caught EVERYONE'S eye. She was so beautiful! I'm sure there's a tape somewhere of me trying to ring announce with myself staring at her body during the main event.

The crowd was actually small and they pooped on a couple matches, so by the end of the night, Rob was not happy. He takes it pretty seriously, especially on a night he considers a huge disappointment in attendance. A lot of the other wrestlers weren't too happy all night, either, so I thought better of unleashing my friend Ducken to people who were in no mood to laugh.

Me and Rob and the other promoter, Skip, went back to my hotel for shenanigans after the venue was cleaned up.

Skip was almost out right when he got there.

"Oh my God, this bed is so comfortable", He said, laying on the spare bed in my room. I had to agree. This motel had NICE rooms, but the rates were so cheap, it brought a bunch of weirdoes and criminals who paid for rooms by the week. They had a special rate for long term guests, so I guess a lot of poeple actually LIVED there.

Me and Rob sat up and talked about what went right and wrong with the show and tossed around obligatory post-show ideas while I drank beer after beer.

By 4:30am, I was very tipsy and started saying stupid stuff. I had a craving for eggs, and since I couldn't drive, he tried to convince Skip to wake up and take us to Dennys.

At first, Rob tried to tell Skip we were going to IHOP (maybe Skip hates Denny's?). Then I told him I would pay for anything under 7 bucks....it wasn't working. Skip wanted sleep.

Then, since Skip (who had won the FEW heavyweight title that night) was rejecting our food offer, was half asleep, and because we were mad we weren't getting breakfast, we started messing with him.

Rob starting rocking his bed while I was saying in a falsetto voice "Oh. yeah, Skip, give it to me! Show me who the REAL FEW champion is! Oh yeah, baby!"

It didn't work and we gave up. We decided to go to sleep, and just as we were out, the freakin motel fire alarm went off.

I went outside to look and nobody was stirring. Then five minutes later, I saw A.M. come down to our building, open a box on the wall, and push a button. The alarm stopped and he went back to his office.

Way to check and see if there's really a fire, A.M. I feel REAL safe sleeping in YOUR motel.

About five hours later, at 10am, we were awakened by singing and guitar. I thought I had left the TV on CMT or something, but lo and behold, it was on mute. We slowly came to the realization that this was LIVE music. We all groggily looked at each other and said in unison, "What the F*$k is that?"

We kept trying to go back to sleep when this "concert" stopped, but 10 minutes later, it would start up again. Skip went outside to get something out of the car, and he comes back and goes "There's a freakin hippie in the other room sitting on the floor indian style, playing a guitar and singing!"

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Cause his door is wide open!"

Rob finally chimed in. "Dude," he said to me. "When you told me Thursday that this place was full of weirdoes, I thought you were exaggerating or being stupid, but now I believe you." Skip had to agree.

We spent the morning talking in between serenades from "Naked Cowboy", as Rob named the guy. After only 5 hours of sleep, and rude awakenings all night, we weren't making a whole lot of sense. Here's an example of the deep thinking session we had:

DOC: You know what you guys should do? You should book a card full of punny names, like Bulk Hogan and Ding Dong Bundy, and Bandre the Giant, and see how many people show up thinking an all-star lineup came to their town.

ROB: That's a good idea.

DOC: Dude, I'm kidding!

SKIP: Yeah, we can have Sex-Pac headline.

*Every laughs*

Needless to say, we were tired still. I decided I didn't wanna stay any longer and went home after 4pm. Next time it's Super 8 for the Doc, count on that.

Ducken will have to wait for another time to make his wrestling debut.

Not a bad weekend, overall. How was yours?

Ho Hum...

Fri, 11 Aug 2006 11:57:39 GMT

Yes, the clock reads 6:30am.

No, I'm not just getting ready to go to bed, like I usually am. Actually I just woke up a couple hours ago. Nightmares suck, especially when they can be so real. And unlike most nightmares, which seem stupid after you wake up, this one still bugs me. I won't get into it any further.

-On to show news.
Well, with a little help (ok, a lot) from Les Thatcher, we are doing pretty good as far as guests go for a while. Spoke to the former Rosey from WWE and he is set to do an interview with us when he gets back from Japan. Should be a good one. Dave Prazak has sent me and Les a couple Shimmer tapes to check out before Cheerleader Melissa does her interview this week with us. Hope they come today. I loves me some Shimmer.

-I'm still trying to track down Brooke Hogan and get her on the show before her album drops. Been trying to get to her through everyone I know that knows the family, including her brother Nick and even Jimmy Hart. lol. We'll see what happens.

-There are big plans coming up for the show that are being worked out right now. I hope things work out for the best. My dream would be to be able to do this as an only job.

-In personal stuff, things are still ho hum. I'm STILL looking for a decent place to move to, and STILL looking for a suitable roommate? Anyone want to move to Indiana? lol.

-Been reading QUITE a bit lately. I have a set of books written by John Douglas, who is the FBI agent who basically created criminal profiling. It's fascinating. This guy is like a wizard. He can look at a crime scene, get some info on the victim, and basically tell you what kinda of person did it, his approximate age, race, size, history of crimes, and how you can identify him by his current behavior. The movie "The Silence of the Lambs" is based on this. Of course, the books are full of horror stories of terrible crimes on children and women. Makes me wanna lock up my kid till she's my age.

-Will be ring announcing Friday, August 18th at 7:00pm at Frontier Elite Wrestling. It's at the 4-H fairgrounds in Danville, Indiana....just outside of Indianapolis. Tracy Smothers will be in the house, so that will be fun to see him again, although I really don't know anyone else so INDEX CARDS WILL BE A MUST!

-By the way, we are looking for Webmasters who own and have experience with Microsoft Frontpage, and are willing to run a site for a wrestling personailty. Please let me know if you are interested.

Not much else for now. Maybe I'll do another dumb survey today. I'm off to clean the hizz-ouse now. Peace and chicken grease.

Another cheap survey to keep you satisfied. Stolen from Misty

Thu, 22 Jun 2006 01:43:20 GMT

*.::.AlMoSt EvErYtHiNg.::.*
~~AbOuT Me~~
Name::	Doc Young
Age::	31
Hair Color::	Dk. Brown
Eye Color::	Cat Shit Brown
Skin Color::	Medium
Birthday::	August 2
Siblings::	One older brother; One older sister
Pets::	2 cats
Hometown::	Hammond, Indiana
Current Location::	Southern Indiana
Shoe Size::	10
Screen Name::	wwdocyoung (AOL)
~~FrIeNdS~~
Best Girl Friend::	Laura; Nadz
Best Guy Friend::	Ray
Funniest Friend::	Shane
Nicest Friend::	Sara
Smartest Friend::	Ray
Most Athletic Friend::	Dennis
Prettiest Friend::	No comment
Hottest Friend::	No comment
Craziest Friend::	Black Shawn
Boy/Girl Crazy::	wha?
Blondest Friend::	Jungle Jane
Ditsiest Friend::	Courtney
~~LoVe LiFe~~
Do you love someone?:	I don't think so
What is his/her name?:	N/A
Are you together?:	no
If so, How long have you been together?:	N/A
What color of hair do you prefer?:	Red
What color of eyes do you prefer?:	Blue
Clothing style::	Any
Height::	Shorter than me
Weight::	less than 150
Looks or Personality?:	Both are important. Don't believe the hype
~~WhO's ThE lAsT~~
Person you Kissed?:	Crystal
Person you hugged?:	My sis
Person who called you?:	Abyss
Person you called?:	Samoa Joe
Person you cried to?:	My father, when my roommate died
Person you laughed with?:	my mother
Person you hung out with?:	John
Person who told you they love you?:	Michele
Person you fought with?:	Nadz
Person who text messeged you?:	Nadz
Person you drank with?:	Dave Prazak
Person you smoked with?:	cigarettes? My brother, maybe
Person you fell in love with?:	Tamara
Person who broke your heart?:	Crystal
~~ThIs Or ThAt~~
Lake or Ocean::	lake
Work or School::	work
Single or Group Dates::	single
Mall or Movies::	movies
TV or Music::	TV
Cat or Dog::	cat
Soda or Alcohol::	alcohol
Car or Truck::	car
Summer or Winter::	winter
Spring or Fall::	spring
Wakeboarding or Skiing::	neither
Love or Money::	love
~~FaVoRiTeS~~
Color::	blue
Food::	lasagna
Game::	Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas
Number::	5
Perfume/Cologne::	Eternity
Person::	i dunno. a lot
Type of Music::	Rap
Car/Truck::	Doesn't matter to me, as long as they're nice
Drink::	pepsi
Drink::	still pepsi
Alcoholic Drink::	Miller Lite beer
Sport::	Pro Wrestling
Thing to do::	have sex
Fav Phrase::	"Jealousy Will Get You Nowhere!"
Animal::	cat
Book::	Have a Nice Day
Flower::	rose
~~SpEcIaL~~
One quote that best describes your life~~:	"You wanna help me? Why don't you just take that knife and stick it in my neck!" -Everybody Loves Raymond
Take this survey \| Find more surveys You've been totally Bzoink*d

Wed, 17 May 2006 07:22:12 GMT

Well, last weekend was my trip to the Chicagoland area for All American Wrestling in Berwyn, Illinois. AAW is owned and run by Danny Daniels, who was in the Super 8 tournament this year. Daniels started the promotion after quitting IWA Mid-South last year.

Carrie, Misty, and Adrianne (who all also used to work at IWA) picked me up on Saturday morning. They were coming up from Louisville, Kentucky and it was nice of them to go so far out of their way to get me. Carrie was looking pretty pimp, I must say, in Nick Maniwa's prom hat.

Unfortunately, they got lost on the way here and I couldn't figure out where they were when they called. When they finally made it here, we settled in for a long 5 1/2 hour drive. In Chicago, we kinda got mixed up and I told Adrianne to take a certain exit off the expressway. As soon as she did, i realized we messed up. I told her to take the entrance back on, but she had already passed it. So she BACKED UP to the entrance, right in the middle of the road! Needless to say, we almost died. lol

We got to the venue at around 4pm, and didn't have time to get a hotel or a shower because the ladies wanted front row seats, so we got right in line. It was raining and cold, and I was miserable. I HATE waiting in line. I'm not used to it. I used to live in the city and moved away when I was 18, and waiting in lines is one of the things I don't miss.

When we finally got in, the show was pretty good. I got to see some people I haven't talked to in person for awhile, like:

My good buddy Dave Prazak......and.....

Jungle Jane!

The show itself was good. It flowed smoothly from start to finish and they had a big screen where they played vignettes and interviews in between matches. The show was headlined by Jimmy Jacobs and Jerry Lynn in a Stairway to Hell match. Jerry Lynn basically dominated.

After the show, we went to the afterparty, and good times were had. The place was VERY crowded, but i tried to relax nonetheless. Jimmy Jacobs came in to the party and he looked like a truck hit him. He was barely walking. I shook his hand and reminded him who i was, but i don't think he was even listening to me. He half-heartedly shook my hand and walked off. He looked in such pain and misery all night that I just left him alone and didn't talk to him again, or get a picture with him.

But I did get a picture with...

...Jerry Lynn, baby!

For as crappy as Jimmy looked after the match, Jerry couldn't have been happier. He was smiling and talking to everyone and enjoying his frosty adult beverage. I talked to Jerry a little and told him we'll have to book him for Wrestling Weekly again soon.

I also got a pic with...

Adrianne...

...and me and Dave Prazak had some beers and talked some wrestling. After the party, the girls and I had no idea where to find a hotel, So Dave led us to one, which was full. We got lucky at the second hotel and got a room. It was about 3am, and we were all so dead tired, but too tired to fall alseep. Dave came up with us for a while and had a couple more beers and BS'd with us. The first thing Adrianne did when we got in the room was jump up and down on the bed, which I guess has always been one of her favorite things to do since childhood. Me and Dave talked more about wrestling and wrestlers, Shimmer, and more.

I had finally managed to fall alseep, when all of a sudden, something landed on me and woke me up. I yelled some swear words and looked up, and Prazak was laying on my back with a goofy grin on his face.

Turns out the girls paid Dave $10 to elbow drop me in my sleep. He was actually trying to elbow drop me from the top of the table, but i guess i stirred when he tried to remove my drink from it. So he did it off the floor. I was pissed off that he woke me up, cause I figured it would take me forever to get back to sleep. But he gave me the $10, so all is forgiven.

Thanks, ladies, for your money. :)

Adrianne was cracking me up cause she wouldn't shut up and go to sleep. We'd be laying in the dark, and all of a sudden out of nowhere we'd hear "ow, my toe!" She was sleeping on the floor, and she would stick her lllegs up on the window to keep them cold.

"I feel like a little kid who won't go to sleep and gets in trouble", she said. It was so late and I was so tired that everything was funny, and I was cracking up while trying to sleep at the same time.

The next day, the girls and I met Cathy and Lizard for breakfast at IHOP. Another long miserable wait in line to get in.

"You mean to tell me you never waited in line to get in a restaurant before?" Said Carrie, when I started bitching again. She looked at me like I was an alien.

The truth is, I haven't. If there was a big line out a door at a restaurant, which I had never seen before except for a place like Red Lobster, i'd just go somewhere else. And it's not like IHOP is a fancy restaurant or anything. It's an over-glorified Denny's.

After we all ate way too much, it was time to wave goodbye to Chi-Town and head home. We got lost again trying to get out of the city, but Adrianne made the save and found the right freeway again. (And yes, I was again blamed for getting us lost.)

By the way, fuck you, Mapquest.

Back to the story, the ride home was long and uneventful. We all re-lived our experiences and told tales of our encounters. I told Adrianne that I was surprised she turned out to be so nice, cause when I first met her a year ago, I thought she was stuck up. She was surprised at that, and I was surprised to realize that I probably mistook shyness for snobbery. I had really expected her to barely say two words to me the whole time, and she ended up being the nicest to me out of all of them.

I got home at around 7pm my time. I felt sorry for the girls cause I was already home and they still had about 2 1/2 more hours to go. I went to sleep early, and got up Monday for an early doctor's appointment. I then came back home and went back to sleep again.

Today (well, earlier at least, cause it's after midnight now) I did the show with Irish Pete Doyle and I must say it went well considering I had a hell of a time meeting the deadline to find a featured guest. We interviewed Lexie Fyfe, who usually plays a tenacious heel but is as sweet as they come, and Terry Taylor, who is always good for a dose of the truth. The show went pretty quickly for me and I actually had a good time considering I've had a crappy day and expected the episode to suck.

Well, i'm off to chat with Nadine now, so.....until next time, folks.

Booking Day

Wed, 10 May 2006 22:21:36 GMT

-I hate booking day. Much like PMS, it happens once a month, lasts for days, and leaves you in a bad mood.

-While I was booking for May, I called Christy Hemme. I reminded her about our last interview. "Oh, I've done a lot of interviews..." She sheepishly said.

"Well, I mailed you my Playboy and you signed it for me and sent it back." I said.

"Well...I've kinda done a lot of that too." She said.

I couldn't believe it! She didn't remember me! I reminded her that she told me she loved me during our last interview and that I felt the same and think about her everyday. Then we started laughing. I think she really believes I was kidding. LOL

Little post-script about Christy. For those people who don't know, Hemme is NOT the giggly, skipping, airhead she portrays on TV. In real life, she's sharp as a tack.

-I'm going to Berwyn, Illinois this weekend for All American Wrestling. I'll get to see some guys I haven't seen in a while, like Dave Prazak and Jimmy Jacobs. I'll meet some people in person for the first time, like Jerry Lynn. Me and Gimmick Table Misty, Heidi, and Carrie are going to the show, the afterparty, and then we're gonna squish into a hotel room for the night. I've been telling Prazak I'm gonna outdrink him, but in reality, i'm gonna wimp out. I don't wanna be hungover the next day on a 5 hour drive home. I'll come back with lots o pics for everyone.

Well, i'm out. Until next time, folks.

Backstabbing, Politics, and A**holes

Sun, 09 Apr 2006 16:26:24 GMT

I'm not a big fan of the Matrix, but I did see the first one. And it reminds me a lot about my situation.

In the movie, the main character Neo had to choose between a red pill and a blue pill. The red pill would make him forget all about reality and live in the pretty world he knew. The blue pill would show him the truth: A whole new existance from what he thought the earth was. A sub-world full of politics and agony. Or maybe it's the other way around. That's not the point.

You know the story.

Well, i feel like I took the proverbial blue pill a couple years ago when i joined the team at Voice of Wrestling.

I learned that while I loved my wrestling, it was full of liars, a**holes, backstabbers, and politics. I met some people that i loved while i was growing up, only to find out that they were jerks. It's a little depressing, and some days you just wanna say screw it and do something else with your time.

I know a lot of people will say "But you're just some show host. You don't have to deal with REAL politics, especially when it comes to the wrestlers."

Most of the time - thank god - that is true. I try to keep my show positive, because you can get ugliness anywhere on the net these days. So many shows wanna be Jerry Springer-ish and get into the personal lives of wrestlers. I told myself I wouldn't be like that. I don't want to be involved in politics. I want Wrestling Weekly to be educational for people who really wanna know what it's like to be a wrestler, or people who want to BE wrestlers. Having Les Thatcher on the show, you can't help but learn.

But sometimes, you are dragged into things. Yes, sometimes by wrestlers. And sometimes, you can't help but present some negative things, or bring up something controversial to a guest, because the pressure to get more listeners gets to you. And we all know that controversy equals higher listenership.

Doing this can get in trouble with other people. People who you count on to do a good show.

There's also politics, backstabbing, and a**holes in wrestlng radio. Anyone who listens to a wide array of internet radio wrestling shows knows that some hosts absolutely hate each other. Promises get broken, feelings get hurt, and egos get in the way, just like in wrestling and every other industry.

I've been guilty of this myself, more times than I'd like to admit.

Don't get me wrong, not everything is bad. I still love wrestling. I love when an indy guy breaks through and makes a success (like Samoa Joe, or Sonjay Dutt). It makes me happy for them. I love the surprises, i love the pagentry, i love the business of putting on a show and making people feel emotions. I've met some really nice people, i've helped people out, and i've hopefully entertained. And i will continue to do so.

So why am I babbling like this?

For one, i've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I wanna write it out to get some of these thoughts out of me.

And for two, the listeners of Wrestling Weekly are gonna see some controversial stuff happen soon, and it's not gonna make everyone happy. Nothing ever does make EVERYONE happy.

Things will change Wrestling Weekly for the next couple weeks, and some things may change for good.

I'm once again in a position between doing what i think is right for the show, and doing what is right for me. This is not just one incident. There are many instances that will unfold on the show for the next couple weeks. People may hear some of it happen and not even notice it, because the politics are behind the scenes. Out of respect to the people involved, i wont name names, wrestling companies, or details. At least not yet.

All i can say is wish me luck, and stay tuned.

2006? Meh....

Fri, 06 Jan 2006 04:40:34 GMT

I haven't written in a while, i know. Been pretty lazy when it comes to these.

New Year's Eve wasn't very good. A bunch of crap happened in the week leading up to it that kinda ruined it for me. I ended up hanging out at the local tavern. Wasn't too bad, I got to see some friends I haven't seen in years, but it wasn't what i was expecting.

2006? meh...we'll see. So far, things haven't been that great. We changed the day and time of Wrestling Weekly to results that we weren't really expecting. Les HATES the time change, cause he has to stay up late to do it. Next week we'll have Billy Gunn and Dory Funk Jr., so hopefully we can draw a crowd.

Do I have any resolutions? No. But I expect this year to be better than the last.

I'm still in that never-ending search for a roommate. Hopefully I can have that sorted out by March or so.

I've run out of things to say, so i'll write more later. Check out my show, will ya?

www.wrestlingweekly.com

R.I.P. Eddie Guerrero

Mon, 14 Nov 2005 05:35:30 GMT

So I woke up to the fact that Eddie passed away.

I knew my 'Wrestling Weekly' show would be taking on a whole new subject tonight as I read of the passing.

I quickly called Diamond Dallas Page to see if he still felt like doing the interview tonight. Page has had some great matches with Eddie in WCW, and he seemed pretty distraught over the whole thing. "It just doesn't feel right to be plugging something with all this going on." He said.

One guest down. But I understood completely, and I told him that. I myself didn't even feel like doing the show, and I'd never even met Eddie before, so I can imagine how DDP felt.

We looked at some dates to reschedule and figured next week was about the only option. Then I called our second guest J.J. Dillon. No answer. After a while, I tried J.J. again and he answered and agreed to do the show and go on a little longer since DDP wouldn't be there. I was pretty surprised that J.J. agreed, because he knew Eddie since Eddie was a toddler running around the locker room.

When I spoke to Les Thatcher, he had just found out. Les was saddened and angry when I called. "I'm not gonna be worth a shit tonight now", he said.

But Les is a professional, and as much as I know he didn't feel like doing the show, he didn't back out. He didn't even try to. He did let me know if he broke down, or had to step away or something during the show, then I would just have to cover and deal with it. Les was good friends with Eddie and the news hit him very hard.

The show went on. I don't know if we were very entertaining or not, but we got it done. We spent the entire first hour talking about Eddie.

It has really been a sad day all around. I keep thinking about the guys at the WWE super show tonight, and what they are going through. And especially about Eddie's family. How are they going to deal with this? And of course, about Eddie himself, and how he is gone forever.

R.I.P. Eddie. Viva La Raza.

Survey To Keep You Satisfied

Sun, 23 Oct 2005 01:20:10 GMT

Repost this but tell the truth.
What have you done... BE TRUTHFUL!

i told the truth... you should too...

1. smoked a cigarette? Yes

2. smoked a cigar? yes

3. crashed a friend's car? No

4. stolen a car? Yes

5. been in love? Yes

6. been dumped? Yes

7. taken shots of alcohol? too many sometimes

8. been fired? Yes

9. been in a fist fight? Yes

10. snuck out of your house? Yes

11. had feelings for someone who didnt have them back? Of Course

12. been arrested? Yes. I used to be a juvenile delinquent.

13. made out with a stranger? Yes. Something exciting about that.

14. gone on a blind date? Yes

15. lied to a friend? Yes

16. had a crush on a teacher? Yes

18. seen someone die? Yes

19. been on a plane? No

20. thrown up in a bar? No

22. miss someone right now? yes

23. laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? yes

24. made a snow angel? Sure

25. played dress up? As a little kid, yeah

26. cheated while playing a game? Yes. I'm a horrible person

27. been lonely? Everyone has

28. fallen asleep at work/school? Yes

29. used a fake id? Thank god for look-a-like older brothers!

30. felt an earthquake? no

31. touched a snake? I used to have a pet python

32. ran a red light? Yes

33. had detention? Yes

34. been in a car accident? Yes. Nothing ever major

35. hated the way you look? We all have

37. been lost? I used to get lost a lot as a child

38. been to the opposite side of the country? No

39. felt like dying? is that offensive? Sometimes

40. cried yourself to sleep? Yes

41. played cops and robbers? Yes

42. karaoke? Hell yes

43. done something you told yourself you wouldn't? Yes

44. laughed till some kind of beverage came out of your nose? Yes

45. caught a snowflake on your tongue? Yes

46. kissed in the rain? yes

47. sang in the shower? Yes. Tommorrow I will be performing Tom Jones.

48. made love in a park? In a car parked at a park.

49. had a dream that you married someone? Yes, what horrible nightmares those were

50. glued your hand to something? No

51. got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? No

52. worn the opposite sex's clothes? Yes

53. Been a cheerleader? Ummm...NO

54. sat on a roof top? Yes

55. talked on the phone all night? Yes

56. ever too scared to watch scary movies alone? No

57. played chicken fight? Yes. It's scary when you can't swim, too

58. been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? No

59. been told you're hot by a complete stranger? Yes. I like that.

60. broken a bone? or 27 at once, yes.

61. had a 3-some? No

Random Crap

Fri, 07 Oct 2005 21:33:52 GMT

-A little story about me that people don't know: Growing up, I was usually "The Friend".

I was the guy that girls came to and told their guy problems to. I was the guy whose friends bought their girl problems to. Why? I dunno.

I always gave out the advice. So much so, that people started to call me "Dr. Love". As time went on, it turned into Doctor, and finally, just "Doc". So there ya go.

Thing is: People never listened to my advice. EVER. It never stopped them from asking for it all the time, but they never listened. They still don't.

-Raw was awesome Monday. Makes me feel good to be a fan. Good days are ahead for wrestling. Now all we need to do is secure a radio time slot and we will survive the death of a lot of internet shows.

Why do I say this? It's simple: If another Monday night war starts, TNA will become just as selfish with their talent as WWE is. WWE is notorious for not letting their stars do internet-only shows. Once TNA gets to that point, all the internet-only shows will have no options for guests. They will be forced to shut down.

Wrestling Weekly needs to survive this when it happens. If we can stay on while most of the other shows shut down, we will finally be in a position to make some good money.

-Girls really piss me off sometimes. I've spoken to a few girls lately who are still pining away for their ex's, even though they've been beaten, used, abused, lied to, and tossed aside. Every girl says they want a nice guy, but I think that's just the cliche thing to say. It's obvious that they don't. Actions speak louder than words, ladies. (another cliche, albeit a true one).

-Payday rocks. :)

-Got my daughter this weekend, and she wants to play, so i'd best go.

Peace and chicken grease,
Doc

"Did Anybody Order a Loveburger?"

Sat, 17 Sep 2005 02:13:03 GMT

Stolen from Jennessa:

40 things you may not have known about me............ and some other stuff too.

1. What color underwear are you wearing now? NONE

2. What are you listening to right now? SOME SHOW ON TV

3. what are the last 2 digits in your phone number? 11

4. What was the last thing you ate? CHICKEN!

5. If you were a crayon what color would you be? BLUE OR BLACK

6. How is the weather right now? CLEAR

7. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? BUFF BAGWELL

8. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? HAIR

9. Favorite type of Food? ITALIAN

10. Do you drink? YES

11. Do you smoke? cigerettes - YES

12. Ever get so drunk you dont remember? YES

13. Hair color? DRK. BROWN

14. Eye color? CAT-SHIT-BROWN

15. Do you wear contacts? NO

16. Single? YES

17. Favorite Month? AUGUST

18. Have you ever cried for no reason? YES

19. Last Movie you Watched? NAPOLEON DYNAMITE

20. Favorite Days of the Year? FALL

21. Are you too shy to ask someone out? YES

22. Hugs or Kisses? BOTH!

23. Chocolate or Vanilla? CHOCOLATE

24. Do you want your friends to respond? RESPOND TO WHAT?

25. Who is most likely to respond? AMANDA

26. Who is least likely to respond? MICKIE

27. What books are you reading? TERRY FUNK: MORE THAN HARDCORE

28. Piercings? 1 IN LEFT EAR

29. Fav. Movie(s): A WHOLE LOT. MOSTLY COMEDIES

30. Fav. baseball Team? CUBS

31.What kind of car do you drive? GMC JIMMY SUV

32. AIM? YES

33. Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn? BUTTER

34. dogs or cats? CATS. THEY ARE CLEANER

35. Favorite Flower? WHICHEVER ONES THOSE BLUE ONES ARE

36. What's your best feature? MY FACE, I THINK

37. Do you like to travel by plane as opposed to car? I'M LIKE MR. T FROM THE A-TEAM. "YOU AIN'T GETTIN ME IN NO PLANE, FOOL!"

38. Right handed or left handed? RIGHT

39. How many pillows do you sleep with? 5

40. Are you missing someone? YES

Whatever I feel like I wanna do, Gawsh!

Tue, 06 Sep 2005 05:00:22 GMT

Time for another super fun update.

Buff Bagwell stood us up on the show yesterday, which really ticked me off. When I talked to Buff about doing the show a couple weeks ago, he said, and I quote: "I'm writing this down on my calendar, cause I'm a professional. I'm not gonna no-show like most of the other wrestlers do."

ARGH.

When something like that goes down, Les Thatcher just usually rolls with it and wings it for the rest of the show. It doesn't phase him. But it bugs me. I really couldn't get past it and go on like it didn't happen. Maybe I need to go back to broadcasting school, cause I must have missed the day they taught us how to move on after a mistake.

Nigel McGuiness will be on the show next week. I asked him if he'd heard about the "Nigel McGuinness Game", and he laughed loud and hard. He said he had heard something about it.

Just watched Raw and I thought that the Master Lock Challenge was well written. Michaels didn't get out until Masters let go, so that gives credibility to the hold for when the PPV match rolls around. Also, Shawn has been doing a great job of getting Masters over. Way to go.

Speaking of that, what do you call a guy who teases Masters until he punches them?

Yes, folks, a Masters baiter.

In non-wrestling news, Gas prices start at $3.20 around here. It's ridiculous. I'm gonna be doing a lot of staying home in the near future. People everywhere are arguing over whether it's Bush's fault or not. I try to bite my tongue and stay out of the converstaion.

Not much else going on except that I need to stay out of chat rooms before I ruin my rep. lol

Peace and chicken grease, everyone.

Doc

Amanda Made Me Do It

Mon, 15 Aug 2005 01:41:02 GMT

1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.

2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.

3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.

4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.

5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.

6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.

7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you

8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written.

Are you gonna eat your tots?

Sat, 13 Aug 2005 02:08:03 GMT

The Jim Cornette interview is Sunday. It should be a great one. I hope I don't ask the wrong questions. It would suck if he had to cut a promo on me during the show.

Booked Jimmy Jacobs for the 21st. Jimmy is the man! He's gonna be a big star one day, mark my words.

Called my ex "Amy" the other night. She didn't feel like talking at all. SHe acted like I was bothering her, so I let her go. Sometimes she talks up a storm, and sometimes she acts like I have VD or something. I'll never figure out women.

In related news, I have taken to calling women "Rubiks". Because I could never figure that damn cube out, either.

So there's this Rubik that works at my doctor's office that I talk to. I asked her out once, and she said yes and gave me her number. The next day, she said she was getting back with her ex. Now she's always talking about how she dislikes him, and they don't get along, yet she still won't go on that date with me. Life is odd.

Well, I have my kid for the weekend, so I better go play with her.

Peace and chicken grease,
Doc

Bacardi and cola, do it, do it...

Wed, 27 Jul 2005 04:15:53 GMT

It sucks booking for a radio show. You get to talk to some nice people, but you also get a lot of jerks. Finding out your favorite wrestler is an asshole is almost like finding out Santa is a womanizing drunk. You have to deal with a lot of rejection and pains-in-the-ass to run a good show, and a lot of times, listeners don't realize that.

Talked to my ex "Amy" on the phone tonight. We have known each other and been friends longer than most people stay married. So much so, that she says blunt things to me a lot without realizing it. But at least she's honest.

Hoping to see The Devil's Rejects this weekend. The Cap'n rules, and DDP sounds perfect for his role.

I saw that CM Punk finally made his debut on Heat. Alexis Laree is his manager. Punk is just another story of how hard work and dedication pay off. Good luck in WWE, Punker!

Paul Bearer is the funniest guy I've interviewed in a long time. I'm really happy for his new-found health.

Peace and chicken grease,

Doc

Picture time

Fri, 01 Jul 2005 04:10:37 GMT

Some pictures regarding my last post:

CIRCA JULY,1984

FIRST DAY OUT OF BED: JULY 1984

AUGUST 2, 1984 10th BIRTHDAY

2 YEARS LATER: 1986

LEG PIC IN 1987

LEG PIC IN 2005

FIRST OPERATION

DISCHARGE REPORT

Speaking of today...

Sun, 26 Jun 2005 08:31:47 GMT

A lot of people ask why I walk around with a cane.

I understand why....I don't walk really slow, or depend on it so much while i'm mobile. Some people think it's just for looks. After all, what's missing from a guy with a floor-length-black-leather-trench coat, sunglasses, and a backwards Chicago ball cap?

I wish "style" was the reason, although if that were the real reason, that would make me a huge dork. lol.

The truth is, I had my leg completely crushed when I was 9 years old.

My brother's best friend (I'll call him Ted) came over to my little house in Hammond, Indiana - exactly 21 years ago - on June 26, 1984. He wanted my brother to go buy fireworks with him a few blocks away. My brother wasn't home, so I agreed to with Ted to the stand. We went to the stand and bought our goodies without incident. Trying to leave the fireworks place on our little bikes was a different story.

I was on a sidewalk, in a congested intersection of a Chicago suburb, on my little blue bike (which I "borrowed" from my older brother), waiting for an 18-wheeler semi-truck to make a right turn from my left.

While I was on the corner of the intersection on the sidewalk, the truck made it's right turn too sharp. It came over the curb and struck me and "my" bike from my left side. The truck knocked me down and ran over the front of the bike and my left leg at the same time. I had the instinct to curl my right leg back before it could run over that as well.

Even now, I could remember myself screaming "ow, OW, OWWW!!" - with each "ow" louder than the last - while th truck was crushing my leg. There was an old show on TV in the Chicago area that showed silly horror movies, and it was hosted by a man named Rich Koz. On air, his name -and the name of the show- was called "Son of Svengoolie". He always had these weird sound effects of weird sayings. Like, "Shaumburg!".......but one of them was the "ow Ow OWW!!" that I let out that day. And as I did it, I remembered the "Son of Svengoolie", and realized it may be my last "words". After I said them, I didn't feel any pain anymore. The nerves in my leg had been crushed.

I remember the truck driver pulling over, jumping out of his rig, and going "Where'd that kid come from?!", but it was all in slower motion.....like an action movie....I didn't know it at the time, but the reason I saw him in slow motion because I was in shock.

I also remember an asian man with a 35MM camera (Yes, i was able to recognize it at 9), constantly taking pictures of me while I was laying there with my leg, tangled up in what used to be a bike's front tire, looking like a pancake. To this day, I don't know if that was true or a halluicination....but at 9 years old, I don't think I knew about asian tourist stereotypes.

Passersby were screaming, and an ambulance came soon after. Ted was in shock, just staring at me with the widest eyes imaginable, not saying a word. I was losing consciousness in and out, and I remember a paramedic saying "Focus on something. Focus on that cloud. What does it look like?" He pointed up, and I focused my ass off on that cloud.

I remember someone asking me my name and phone number. I was very calm for some odd reason (shock), and told him. A few minutes after the ambulance came, my father showed up. I found out later someone called my house and just said "Your son was run over" and hung up. My mother thought it was my brother who had the accident, because he was at little league practice next to a busy street in the town. My dad got into a second car, heard an ambulance, and followed it to find me.

I asked my dad when they were loading me into the ambulance, "Will you ride in the ambulance with me?" I wanted a trusted person with me, instead of the numerous strangers I had met in the last few minutes. He said he would be right behind me. He had his car, and he wouldn't be far behind, He promised. I don't remember too much about the ride, but I remember when I got to the hospital, they stuck me with needles in every place imaginable, including the WORST place.

After the catheder...I remember my parents and grandparents coming in whatever room I was in.....My mother was yelling "It's MY son, and I wanna see!!" I remember my grandfather and dad trying to hold my mom back as she was bursting into the room. She wasn't having it. She was screaming at both of them AND the doctor that she had a right to see what happened to her son. She told them in a cold voice, "Pull it back.", referring to the blanket that was covering my leg.

I remember either my father or grandfather saying "You don't wanna see it. Seriously."

She was adamant.

They pulled back the covers, and she screamed and cried. It was the last thing I remembered that day.

**********************************

I woke up in the intensive care unit around 2:30am. There was nobody around, and it was all quiet. The only light was the glowing screen from the television. I remember turning on the local Chicago news, thinking I may be on it. I watched the TV for a good half hour and fell back alseep. I learned later that the surgery lasted 7 hours, and that it was only by a miracle - with some luck added on - that they were able to save my leg and not have to amputate it.

**********************************

9 more surgeries after my first day in the hospital, and I was ready to leave, on August 18th, 1984. I stayed on in a wheelchair for another year, and then on crutches for 6 months, then a cane for 6 more. The painful task of learning how to walk all over again started.

By the time I reached high school, I played 4 sports in 9th grade. Basketball, Football, Track, and Baseball. The leg not only recovered, but I was a damn good sprinter.In my early 20's, the problems once again started to resurface without warning. My leg would just give out at random times. That is when I first got the cane I use now. It's not so much like I can't walk without it, but more like it's to make sure I don't fall during those times it gives out.

Using the cane makes me put a lot of pressure on my right leg, and eventually both my legs start hurting. I've pulled my quad a lot because of the balance I put on my right leg, and sometimes it turns into my SECOND bad leg.

The accident also gave me scoliosis, which makes hard contact a no-no....so wrestling was never for me.

I've talked enough about that subject. Those are the basics....soon, i'll tell you how I fell in love with a sport called pro wrestling while I was in that hospital that year.

Peace and chicken grease, everyone.

Mon, 06 Jun 2005 04:04:30 GMT

Stolen from Jim Fannin:

You scored as Tag team. You won't be the top guy, but you will get a few main events. Tag team gold is the easiest to get, but also the easiest to lose!

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Tag team

90%

Technical

87%

Memphis

77%

80's WWF

53%

Super Heavyweight

50%

Hardcore

47%

Jobber

33%

Old School Brawler

33%

Monster

23%

Power wrestler

14%

Luchador

10%

What kind of pro wrestler are you?
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One Person Can Ruin A Whole Nice Day

Thu, 02 Jun 2005 07:25:28 GMT

More LJ thievery, this time from Nick "The Man" Maniwa:

1. Full Name: Doc Edmonton Paulio Chico Vito Young, P.h.D., Esq.
2. Your Nick Names: Doc, J-Rock
3. Birthday: 8/2
4. Place of Birth: East Chicago, Indiana
5. Zodiac Sign: Leo
6. Male or Female: Male
8. School: Clark, Hammond, Crown Point, and Griffith Highs
9. Occupation: DJ
10. Residence: Right here.
11. Screen Name: docyoungww

__Your Appearence___

12. Hair Color: Brown (black now)
13. Hair Long or Short: short
14. Eye Color: cat-shit brown
16. Height: 5'8
19. Braces?: No
20. Glasses?: sometimes
21. Piercings: no
22. Tattoos: no
23. Righty or Lefty: righty

___Your 'Firsts'___

24. First Kiss: Christine Miller
25. First B.F/ G.F: I forget her name.
26. First best friend(s): Ray
27. First Award: most in grade school. Probably spelling in 3rd grade
28. First Sport You Joined: Baseball
29. First pet: cat
30. First Vacation: Iowa....wow, the sights. lol
31. First Concert: hate concerts
32. First Love: Robin

___ Favorites___

33. Movie: Goodfellas
34. TV Show: Cops
35. Color: black and blue
36. Band: Green Day right now
37. Song: Boulevard of Broken Dreams
38. Food: Chicken!!
39. Drink: water
40. Candy: rarely eat it
41. Sport To Play: basketball
42. Fav sport To Watch: Wrestling
43. Brand Of Clothing: Calvin Klein
44. Store: any store that has what I want that day.
45. School Subject: I hated school.
46. Animal: never thought to have one.
47. Book: Have a Nice Day: A Tale of Blood and Sweatsocks
48. Magazine: Entertainment Weekly

___Currently___

49. Eating: Nothing
50. Drinking: water in a minute. brb
52. Online?: I'm back. yes, online
53. Listening To: The TV
54. Thinking About: eating
55. Wanting To: drink beer
56. Watching: some Wayan's brothers movie
57. Wearing: sleep clothes

___Your Future___

58. Want Kids?: too late
59. Want to Get Married?: She would have to be perfect for me
60. Careers in Mind: Hottest Wrestling Host ever. lol

__Which is Better With The Opposite Sex___

67. Cute or Sexy: Sexy
68. Lips or Eyes: Lips
69. Hugs or Kisses: kisses
70. Short or Tall: Short
71. Easygoing or serious: easygoing
72. Romantic or Spontaneous: both
73. Fatty or Skinny: Skinny
74. Sensitive or Loud: sensitive
75. Hook-up or Relationship: relationship
76. Sweet or Caring: Don't they go hand-in-hand?
77. Trouble Maker or Hesitant One: Hesitant

___Have You Ever___

78. Kissed a Stranger: yes
79. Drank Alcohol: yes
80. Smoked: yes
81. Ran Away From Home:yes
82. Broken a Bone: yes
83. Got an X-ray: 100's
84. Broken Someones Heart: yes
85. Broke Up With Someone: yes
86. Turned Someone Down: yes
87. Cried When Someone Died: yes
88. Cried At School: yes

___Do You Believe In___

89. God: Sometimes
90. Miracles: No
91. Love At First Sight: no
92. Ghosts: not really
93. Aliens: probably
94. Soul Mates: nah
95. Heaven: sometimes
96. Hell: no
98. Kissing on The First Date: sometimes
99. Horoscopes: no

___Answer Truthfully___

100. Is There Someone You Want But You Know You Cant Have? Don't we all?

Sat, 28 May 2005 04:48:07 GMT

You scored as Unipolar Depression. Congraulations! You are depressed! You know just how it feels to bear all the world's burdens, and the value of a 19-hour night's sleep. And you really hate that circle-guy thing on your Zoloft pill packets.

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Unipolar Depression

58%

Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder

25%

Borderline Personality Disorder

25%

Antisocial Personality Disorder

Eating Disorders

Schizophrenia

Which mental disorder do you have?
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I KNEW it! The voices in my head have been telling me I was depressed LONG before I took this quiz!

Quiz Time

Sat, 28 May 2005 04:42:33 GMT

Quiz stolen from Jim Fannin.

You scored as A Slave To BDSM. Admit it, you like being tied up and being told you've been very naughty. You like teasing your partner and making them squirm, and not letting them be able to do anything about it. Some people think what you do is sick and disgusting, but you know it's all in good fun.

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A Slave To BDSM

88%

Sex God

75%

A Romantic

68%

Virgin

25%

How are you in bed
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Fetish guy? Not really. This quiz doesn't know me at all!

There's No Need To Fear....Underdog Is Here!

Wed, 25 May 2005 06:57:16 GMT

So Saturday was my first time as a ring announcer. Argh. If they ever want me to do it again, i'd be surprised.

I feel like the notes Dave Prazak gave me sucked. I wish I knew he didn't have index cards, and I wish I had time to make my own notes. It's not that Dave's notes weren't good. They were just out of order a little. We kept scribbling different things on them before the show, and by the time i went on, it was a cluster-fuck of things i was supposed to say on the paper in different places.

In a perfect world, I would have known exactly where every wrestlers hometown was, but the fact was, half the wrestlers on the card I had never met before.

Once I got in the ring, and made my first mistake (I called Sal Thomaselli by his brother Vito's name) things rolled downhill. I was nervous, and the more i was worried about screwing up, the more I did. I made about 3 mistakes during the show that people at home will be able to notice...I made about 6 total.

I went outside to smoke during the main event, and spoke with Chandler McClure, who told me to not be too hard on myself. That nobody even notices the ring announcer. I think it was something that was supposed to make me feel better. lol.....but seriously, Chandler was nice about it, and all humble and modest that the crowd popped for him big-time that night. He says no, but they did. Watch the DVD.

During the main event, Mickie Knuckles, who was doing commentary that night, said that it was my responsibility to keep the ring apron intact. I didn't know that, and during the main event, i'm sure you can see me sneaking in there every couple minutes and fixing the ring apron. lol

Sal Thomaselli was the first one to come up to me backstage and introduce himself to me. I was grateful for that, cause it was a little itimidating to be backstage for the first time, and for most of the westlers to look at me like "Who the fuck is this?"

It was also ironic, cause I had found an instrumental on the net that I thought would be great for his entrance music. I gave him the CD I made of it, and my email addy, but haven't heard if he likes it or not yet.

Josh Abercrombie was really nice also. He made a point of saying Hi to me and shaking my hand. He be the man.

The only disappointing thing besides my own performance was Jimmy Jacobs....I talked to him a lot on AIM, and interviewed him on my show before, and when I saw him in person, he said maybe two words to me. I liked Jimmy a lot better before he hit national TV. In his defense, he looked tired as hell. But I would have been happy if he'd talked a little more to me, considering he was the one I knew the best.

Many nice guys all around backstage, including James Gibson (Jamie Noble from WWE). He had time for a fan. That was cool, considering the huge workout he had that night.

In Show news, I interviewed Terry Funk and Shark Boy on Sunday. Shark hinted that he was suing the makers of the new movie "The Adventures of Shark Boy and Lava Girl in 3D". That was screwy. Terry Funk was good ole' Terry, and the show went well. Next week, Dr. Tom Prichard. CM Punk, if you are reading this, we want YOU on the show TOO! email me! lol

Peace and chicken grease, ya'll.

I'll give you a hint: Opportunity

Fri, 20 May 2005 06:45:08 GMT

A man was out sailing at sea in the middle of a storm when a
particularly large wave overturned his boat. He fell into
the sea and was forced to tread water to stay afloat.

He stayed there for several hours until a rescue helicopter
flew overhead. A rope was lowered with a lifeguard worker on
the end of it. He reached out to grab the man, but being
very religious, he said, "No thank you. God will save me
eventually." The helicopter flew off.

After another few hours, a lifeboat came along, but again
the man told them to go away, as God would save him.

Eventually, the man died of freezing in the water. As his
soul drifted up to heaven, he said to Saint Peter, "Why
didn't God save me?"

Saint Peter said, "He sent a rescue helicopter and a
lifeboat! What more did you want?"