The next few posts are going to be out of order because I only have certain pictures to incorporate. Friday morning we all awoke to find fliers posted on each door down the hall. The fliers read "WWF (Wrestling With Females) and had each girl on the floor paired with another person that they were supposed to wrestle in a match the following night. We were told to wear the closest thing we had to spandex--clearly this key ingredient really excited me. I was paired with Haley for the first bracket. Throughout the day I heard remarks from both guys and girls whom all had their bets on Haley winning the entire thing. I tried not to listen to these naysayers, as I was up against her first. However, when it came down to it she bailed. Apparently she gets to competitive or somethign and didn't want to hurt anyone. I don't really know what that's all about. Anyways, over the course of Saturday evening, my respect level for about 85% of the girls on the floor increased dramatically. I wasn't sure many people would participate, but to my surprise they did! When it came down to it, Ashley and I were first to wrestle...we felt a lot of pressure to set a certain standard for the entire night. I feel I can safely say we accomplished this goal. We began by bowing, something people continued to do afterwards. We even had it timed so we did flips and threw one another over our backs and stuff. Our moves were insane. I even made Ashley bleed. That cut our match a little short because we thought her earing ripped through her ear--but it didn't, so don't worry. I think I would have felt guilty for the rest of my life had I truly mangled her ear. There weren't an even number of pairs, so Ashley and I both moved on to round II and wrestled each other again. We needed to declare a winner from the first match still. She ended up winning. However, it was after this match that I caught onto the fact that you were out if the other could pin your shoulder against the ground for three seconds. Somehow I missed the fact that it was your shoulders that had to be pinned. Had I not missed this simple and obvious part of the game, I think I could have gone on a little farther.
Mine and Ashley's outfits...I was even able to incorporate my handy dandy F-pack (fanny pack). Obviously I couldn't wrestle without my Hulk Hogan handlebar mustache and Ashley with her matching unibrow and mustache.

Because our matching outfits, you can't tell whose body is who in some pictures. Take the one below for instance. I had the forsight of wearing a headband to tell us apart in all the madness.


Look at the technique and impecable form....


These are all of the WWF wrestlers piled on the champion, Megan. She is in red on the bottom.

Here is a video of my defeat. I hope you all appreciate my great humility.