I spent the day trying to come up with a suitable adjective for the event I witnessed yesterday. I finally got one.

Traumatizing.

Yes.

Traumaitzing.

This will be a somewhat brief description, both because I don't know if I can really handle recounting it again, and because I'm absoloutly starving. So let's go...

Yesterday was Chad's wrestling match in Brantford. We woke up at about 9ish, and right away, Chad was in a very very bad mood. He was irritable, paranoid, and generally felt a little sketchy about everything. Funny how little things like that shouldn't be ignored huh? We left for the show, got to the show, and hung around like normal waiting for the show to start. I start hearing Chad and Geza talk about what they're going to do in the match, and from I heard, I just thought that Chad was going on the barbed wire chair, and that would be it. Well, I was wrong.

So the show gets underway, I'm doing merch and am generally pretty bored up until Chad's match. His match comes up, and I start yelling and chanting like normal. Yay fun!

Chad's match starts. A little bit of chain wrestling, they go to the outside, chairs get thrown in, so on and so on.

About 3 minutes in, Geza does a move where he shoves Chad's face down into the barbed wire chair. Chad rolls over, puts his head down, and is obviously cut open. Now, this isn't too bad, because I have seen him bleed from the head before. Right here is where is starts to get bad. Honestly, my stomach is turning and my heart is just tense as I even think about it.

I'll have to try and describe this well...

Chad is facing away from me. He's lying down with his face down. He gets on his knees so I can now see his face on the mat. He lifts his head up, and I can already see the blood pouring down off his face on to the mat. I know within about 5 seconds that something went wrong. It doesn't help either that other people working at the show are looking on with faces of worry and whispering to each other. Someone runs and gets a towel, waiting for the match to end.

By this point, it is honestly a complete bloodbath. Chad's face, hair, chest, arms and legs are literally covered in blood. His opponent is covered in blood. Everything is covered in blood. Chad told me later that he was actually slipping on the mat because of the blood everywhere.

Honestly, it was so bad. I don't think anyone could even comprehend how bad it was unless they were there. Unfortunately, I was there.

Here I am, at the merch table basically watching my boyfriend bleed to death. That's how I saw it anyway. Every time he tunred sideways, I could see the blood squirting out of his forehead. And since he's such a good actor, he made it seem like he was falling over, not able to stand properly, which obviously just adds to me worries.

The moment I remember most was when he fell over, and I immediately saw his hands go up to his face, trying to stop the bleeding. I could not handle this. I was panicking. I have never actually PANICKED before in my life, but my god, I was panicking now.

The match ended early. They had to stop it. And after they helped him out of the ring, people had to come out with mops to clean up the blood all over the mat and floor. I basically ran downstairs as fast as I could to see him. Of course by now he's ok. He even had the fucking gall to go outside and talk up his fans while he was still bleeding.

So my point here is not that Chad hurt himself terribly, it's mostly just that holy fuck, there are times when you really realize how much you NEED someone in your life. I thought I was watching my boyfriend die in front of me, or at least watching him lose enough blood to go to the hospital. The image of him, covered in blood, with the wound still squirting is going to be burned into my mind for a long time. I just hope I recover as well as he has.

Oh my god.

Traumatizing.

~Addy
- posted by Eddie @ 2:34 PM