#7.11.13

[ultragheimer]

Lo recordaré como el mejor día de mi vida hasta ahora <3~ 

[imfluid]

i havent told you about the 30 seconds to mars concert yet, have i?

it was great. i wish i had known more of their songs but im happy that my friend (whos favourite band is 30 stm) was euphoric

going there was a good decision cause they played the kill, which is my favourite song and there were balloons!! i love balloons!!! oh and you me at six were cool, too. my friend is a fan of them, too now and i really enjoyed it, everything sounds so good when you hear it live u-u

[silkewildenau]

[empiricaltruth]

We Are Scientists - Santos Party House - 7/11/2013

Living in Ohio means you have to leave the state to see a decent show. Or at least count on traveling several hours to see someone somewhere decent in this dreary state. I could complain about Ohio forever but I’ll spare everyone. My initial travel was to a little place in Pennsylvania to pick up a friend (which I have also done before to see We Are Scientists in Bethlehem) and then spend the night before New York came into play. 

Bright and early on the 11th, we drove to a little place in north Jersey known as Denville. It was the next stop over from Dover, a place I actually am familiar with, but knowing we were going to be out late we needed overnight parking. There was no doubt I was back in Jersey (and wow, did it feel good to be home even for a few short moments) because when I called the Denville station to find out where the overnight parking was, I was met with sass and a heavy accent. Luckily we figured it out, even after asking a very confused landscaper and being offered to park in a lot that was not the station’s. 

Getting into NYC early meant we got to drop off our things at our tiny apartment stay in Brooklyn and then take the subway back to Chinatown where the show was being held. We found where it was then circled Chinatown for what seemed like forever. It was hot as hell, and we were already pretty gross. Not realizing it was 7/11, we at least scored a free Slurpee from 7-11 and got to cool off a bit. Somehow, sometime after, we got ushered into a restaurant in Little Italy by a pushy man who insisted we had lunch right then and there. Taking the break from the heat, and trying to relish in the free AC, we ate pasta which turned out to be a poor choice. It was heavy and sat in our stomachs. It was as though the employees didn’t want us there though. Between rushing us through dinner, and watching a manager hit a kid in the head with the door (because he was sitting on their stoop just beside our table) we were in an out of there very quickly. 

Back in the heat, stuffed with pasta, we circled a few more times before deciding we needed to find a bar. Hopping back on the train to Times Square, we landed ourselves at the Beer Authority. $10 later, we had two beers and we were in a dark, heat-free environment. We still had two hours to kill so it was a lot of sitting around but it was a worthy sitting around. When the time came, though, we hopped back on the subway to Canal and found the Santos Party House again. Thankfully, the subway is air conditioned and the sun was starting to set.

The waiting around part at the venue was a little strange. I didn’t know how they ran things and watching huge bouncers stare us down for awhile was a little intimidating. A few people were there with us, and we got to talking to two of them who were there only for Bad Things (Shaun White’s band). In an attempt to let them know how great We Are Scientists are, we ended up sparking conversation on how much we were traveling. They were very nice although I never caught their names. It made the waiting bearable at least.

Once the venue set up barriers outside, and scrubbed down the sidewalk (???), we got to stand in line. We were right up front so we were the second group to go in. After a strange pat down, we headed into the venue with another girl we had met in line. Also very nice. Since my friend and I had been on Chris’ side for the Nowadays Festival, we decided to stick to Keith’s side for this show. Being right up front at least allowed us to lean against the stage since our feet were killing us at this point. 

After enough set up, and once everyone was in (and after meeting photographer Kenami), Bad Things started up. They were pretty good and although the crowd had no real knowledge of their songs and the lead singer’s attempt to get into the crowd left him very disappointed, the set was good. X Ambassadors were up next, another band I had never heard of or took time to listen to before now, were excellent. I have become a fan and they are great live. A ton of instruments, including a toy piano and a saxophone, made their songs pretty fun. The lead singer was way into gyrating, which made being up front slightly uncomfortable and hilarious, but they were very good. 

Of course, the whole reason I went to NYC was to see We Are Scientists. Their set up was thankfully fast. I wish I had grabbed their set list because if i remember correctly, they played seven new songs. The set was long and wonderful. Chris had promised 42 more songs but that did not happen. The stage banter is one of the most enjoyable things about their shows and seeing their music live is great--but watching them interact is very enjoyable. Chris gave away Keith’s SS#, discussed how the new songs were about Santos Party House, and there were a few bad jokes thrown in that their fill in  drummer, also named Keith, had happily added a rimshot to. Keith went into the crowd, to no one’s surprise, after getting tangled up on his pedal board and they finished up with After Hours. 

Once they were done, and clean up began, the place emptied. Fast. There was a small chance I would’ve attended Bad Girlfriend’s DJ set that evening but knowing that we had to get up early the next morning and get the hell out of New York, it became apparent that wasn’t going to happen. We had managed to catch Keith for only a second but knowing how busy they were we finally headed out, our new friend from the line in tow, finally grabbing train directions back into Brooklyn. 

I think by the time we returned back it was around 2 in the morning. After a quick, much needed shower, we managed to sleep. I awoke an hour later when our other two roommates for the night returned from the DJ set, but what little sleep I did felt great. 6 AM came fast, though, and I was up again. Packing up in the morning was a drag but we were out and off again, back on the subway, and back to Penn Station. Grabbing our tickets back to Denville, we had a coffee and then got to rest our feet on the hour or so ride back to the station. The drive back from the station to PA was thankfully stress-free. Quick drop off of our things, a switch of cars, and we were off to start the five hour ride to Pittsburgh for The Smiling Moose show. 

[365days-of-thoughts]

July 11, 2013

D came over in the morning to chill until we had to meet up with S in flushing to get the cake for A's bday~~~ It was fun, Cuban restaurant. Waiters were really nice and the birthday guy was definitely the best hahahaa. oh man. he even took out a brush and brushed off Andrew's shoulders, it was so nice. Then karaoke at DIY which wasn't too bad BUT THEY DIDN'T HAVE PAYPHONE OHMYGOD AND WE WERE IN A NO ALCOHOL ROOM CRY. whatever, we still had fun though and Andrew's speech was the best, he must really appreciate us and all ahhahaa

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[wwedotcom-blog]

Dean Ambrose vs. Cody Rhodes | RAW | 7.11.13

Cody Rhodes’ theme blared throughout the arena as cameras turned ringside for the Main Event. Making his entrance devoid of the usual flair, Cody stood tall in the center of the ring as he waited for his best friend and opponent for the night. He didn’t need to wait long, as Dean Ambrose’s music cut across his own within seconds of him taking his place. The WWE Champion made his way out of the back languidly, a confident smirk on his features. Pausing at the bottom of the ramp, Dean locked eyes with Cody before taking deliberate steps into the ring. He raised his title immediately, the camera zooming in on the two as Cody lifted his gaze to stare at the gold and pursed his lips, returning his eyes to Dean’s after a brief moment.

The two men stood across from each other, locked in a staredown as Dean held the title aloft. Eventually, he allowed the referee to take the title and stepped forward so he and Cody were mere inches apart. Cody unsurprisingly stood his ground, head tilted slightly as he looked the other dead in the eye, determination clear on his features. For a moment nothing happened but soon Dean had reached up to pat the side of Cody’s head condecendingly.

“Try not to get too broken, fragile bi—” He didn’t get a chance to finish before Cody shoved his hand away and slapped Dean clear across the face, much to the crowd’s pleasure. As cheers went up around them, Dean took an involuntary step back, his head turned to the side from the force of the blow. “…You little—"

Again, Cody didn’t wait for him to finish his statement, landing a hard punch on the other as the referee called for the bell. It only took one more hit for Dean to respond with a punch of his own, the match starting with a good old fashion fist fight. Soon, Dean had taken control and pressed Cody back into a corner, mercilessly landing blow after blow in a seemingly endless assault. When the referee finally managed to force him to back off, he allowed himself to be pushed a few feet back before surging forward once more.

Cody had recovered by this point and greeted the other with a boot to the fact, leaning against the corner as Dean stumbled back, before lifting himself onto the turnbuckle. There he sat with his feet placed on the second rope, watching the other. When Dean finally turned back toward him, Cody leapt from his position, going for a flying crossbody. He connected, following through into a pin, Dean kicking out at one.

Shoving away from each other, the two men rolled apart and came to their feet across the ring from one another, immediately locking up. As they grappled for control the two fell into a chain of holds and counters, trying to either out maneuver or out smart the other. Soon, they broke apart and ran for the ropes, each rebounding across from the other and Dean ducking under as Cody jumped over him in a half-complete leap frog spot. Instead of continuing the natural path, however, Cody ran in the opposite direction and bounced off the same ropes as Dean, a mere step behind him. As the other realized this and spun around to face him, Cody hit a hard clothesline.

He followed up with another clothesline as Dean got to his feet, continuing the assault with a hard kick to the other. Dean smartly opted to roll away before anything else could be done, and moved to his knees on the apron. As Cody followed after him, he rammed his shoulder into the other’s midsection through the ropes. Dean then reached up and grabbed Cody’s head in his hands, dropping off the apron to gullotine him on the top rope.

Cody dropped to the mat by the ropes, holding his throat as he tried to regain his breath. Dean took advantage, grabbing the other by the arm and yanking him out of the ring. As Cody toppled to the ground, he kept hold of the arm and pulled the other up, twisting his arm behind his back as he did so. Yanking the other around, Dean turned them toward the steel steps and rushed forward to send Cody crashing into them. There, he left the man recovering on the steps as he moved around to climb them.

Pausing before the top step where he’d left Cody slumped over, one foot resting on the second step and the other right beside the man’s head. Smirking maliciously, Dean raised and brought his booted foot down on Cody’s head, grinding his head down into the steps and even going as far as to lift his other foot off the ground and place it on one of the other’s hands, his own hand loosely holding the steel post to keep his balance. Cody struggled under his weight, free hand flailing and trying pointlessly to free himself from the attack, what sounded more like an angry growl rather than a pained yell escaping between gritted teeth.

Finally, as the referee’s count reached seven, Dean jumped so as to slam his full weight down on the other before hopping down and dragging him up to roll into the ring, following after. Standing up, the champion raised his arms to either side of him as he walked around the ring, the picture almost mirroring that of what it had been at War Games.

“You’re not a threat, Triple C.” Dean could be heard talking to the other, hovering in front of Cody as he forced himself to a stand, smacking the other upside the back of the head tauntingly. “I worry more about watching you break into pieces than I worry about you taking my title from me.”

Before anything else could be said, Cody had lurched forward and tackled the other to the ground. Instead of the usual brawl that followed such an act, Cody took advantage of the few precious seconds it took Dean to realize what was happening. Locking in a Cross-face Chickenwing, Cody wrapped his legs around the Champion’s abdomen to make countering the hold that much more difficult. The crowd cheered, thinking that victory was close for the generational superstar even as Dean rapidly fought to hit any part of the other he could manage with his free arm.

When it became evident that no amount of hitting would get him free of the hold, Dean started to struggle and drag them both toward the ropes. Realizing that he was going to be forced to break the hold soon, Cody unwrapped his legs from the other and attempted to stop the progress toward the ropes. It was to no avail, however, as the Champion’s hand soon caught hold of the bottom rope, forcing a break which only happened once the referee had been forced to count to four. Once the hold was broke, Dean gripped the bottom rope with both hands in a smart attempt to get a breather.

Being pushed back by the official, Cody watched the other grab onto the second rope as he started to pull himself up and pushed forward past the referee. Grabbing Dean’s legs, he raised the other in a wheelbarrow hold and waited only a second before landing a solid kick to the midsection, yanking the other forcefully from the ropes immediately after. As Dean crashed back to the mat, gripping his middle and seeming for once to be on the bad end of things Cody paced backward around the ring, being scolded by the referee and keeping his eyes trained on his opponent.

The scene didn’t last long, as Cody soon pushed past the referee once more to continue his attack, stomping down hard on Dean’s back as the other got to his hands and knees. From there Cody continued to methodically stomp down on his vulnerable opponent, shades of Randy Orton coming through in the precision he exhibited with each stomp. Finally, Cody stomped his boot down on Dean’s head and held it there, going as far as to grab the ropes and lift his other foot off the ground so that all his weight came down on the other, just as Dean had done on the steel steps earlier.

The referee soon forced Cody off the other and he took a few steps back, hands raised in compliance, before rushing forward and landing a swift kick to Dean’s side. The champion rolled over to his back, gripping his midsection as Cody dropped down for a pin.

One! Two! Kick out!

Not pausing to contemplate this, Cody quickly shifted and tried for a pin again, this time going as far as to hook both of Dean’s legs.

One! Tw—kick out!

As Dean shoved him off, Cody rolled to his feet and stared down at the other, lips pressed into a thin line and brow furrowed. Clenching and unclenching his fists at his head, Cody turned his head from side to side and twitched a bit, as if he was struggling with himself. After a brief moment, he stepped back and darted forward, stepping over Dean to jump off the bottom rope and slam his boot down right on the other’s midsection. Dean managed to roll out of the way, Cody merely landed on his feet again right before having his legs yanked out from under him by the champion who had once more rolled to the apron.

As Cody’s back hit the mat, Dean maneuvered and dragged the other to the corner and pulled so that his legs were on either side of the steel post. Pausing just a moment to lock eyes with the other, Dean dropped Cody’s left leg in favor of slamming his right into the steel post, earning a muffled yell from the other. Repeating the process, Dean wrapped the other’s leg around the steel post as the referee started to count to five, putting all the force he could into the painful hold until the count reached four and he released the other. Before the Champion could grab either of his legs again, Cody scrambled back out of the corner and toward the middle of the ring, his right leg dragging as he did so.

Dean took his time climbing back into the ring, allowing Cody time to move into a separate corner and drag himself into a shaky stand against the turnbuckle. Once the other was upright, Dean hit a running dropkick, connecting just below Cody’s head at his sternum. The generational superstar once more found himself on the mat, hand at his throat as he coughed and fought to regain his breath once more. The Champion didn’t waste time in yanking him down for a pin.

One! Two! Kick out!

Shoving Dean away, it was Cody’s turn to roll outside of the ring. Stumbling on the ground, he seemed to finally recover his breath as Dean followed him out. Spinning around, Cody ducked under a clothesline and moved to leap off the nearby steel steps for the Beautiful Disaster. It connected, sending Dean crumpling to the ground outside of the ring. Cody couldn’t capitalize properly, however, his hurt leg giving out as he landed from the kick, making him fall against the barricade beside his friend.

It didn’t take long to recover this time, though, and soon Cody used the barricade to lift himself up and stomp down hard with his good leg on Dean’s midsection. Dean caught his foot, however, smirking and taking his time getting back to a stand with the captive leg. He then grabbed Cody’s other leg as well, lifting the other in a wheelbarrow hold before promptly yanking him right off the barricade to send him face first into the ground.

Dropping Cody’s legs and leaving him where he was, Dean quickly went over to the ring to break the count before returning to his opponent. Cody had managed to his knees, and Dean was quick to stomp down on his back so that he fell back onto the mat. Forcing the other to stay in place, the champion quickly locked in the Bow and Arrow submission, the only reason obviously being to cause pain rather than to win.

He held the submission until the referee had counted up to seven, releasing the hold to once more go and break the count. As the official protested his climbing back out of the ring, Dean turned to yell back at them indifferently.

"I’m not done yet!" He turned back toward Cody with his next sentence, leaning down to lightly smack the back of the man’s head as he struggled to get up. “We’re not done yet, are we, Triple C?"

Reaching down, Dean went to drag the other to a stand and over to one of the steel ring posts. He went to shove the other into it, but Cody somehow managed to stick a foot up to brace against the post before slamming his elbow backwards into Dean’s jaw. As the other let go and stumbled back, Cody turned around and followed, being greeted with a fist to the face.

For the second time the match fell into a fist fight, this time outside of the ring. Instead of letting himself be overpowered as he had the first time, however, Cody managed to duck under one of Dean’s hits, darting behind him to hit a neckbreaker slam. A genuine smile came to Cody’s face as he climbed back to a stand after the move, bending down to drag Dean back up as well. It soon vanished, however, as he quickly whipped the other into the steel steps across from them.

The bell rang, suddenly, and Cody stopped to look in confusion at the referee as the announcer’s voice filled the arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen, due to both competitors failing to return to the ring by the referee’s count of ten, this bout has ended in a double count out." The arena exploded in boos and jeers from the crowd, sounding just as Cody was no doubt feeling about the decision.

His features twisted into a scowl as Dean, leaned up against the steel steps, started to laugh. Glaring at the other Cody moved forward, no doubt with intent to attack despite the end of the match. Dean was quicker, though, his foot flying out to kick Cody’s hurt leg right out from under him so that the other was force to drop to a knee. A pained yell accompanied the fall, but Dean looked unconcerned as he stood up and walked past the other to retrieve his title.

Heading back toward the ramp, however, Dean paused to hold out a helping hand toward his partner. Cody glared at him warily for a moment, prompting the other to smack him before offering it again.

"Come on, puss."

As soon as Cody accepted the help and gripped his arm, Dean smirked and yanked him back to his feet far too violently to be truly helpful. Cody nearly fell back to the ground, but the other’s grip prevented him from doing so. Uninterested in waiting for the other to gain his footing, Dean proceeded to all but drag Cody toward the ramp. As they passed one of the many cameras meant for up close action, Dean leaned toward it with a smug smirk and gave his friend a good shake.

"Are you really fuckin’—"

"Shut your trap, Lispy." Silencing the other’s protests in an odd role flip for the two, Dean grinned at the camera and kept a firm hold of Cody despite the other trying to yank away to continue up the ramp alone, wanting no part in whatever was going to be said. “You motherfuckers better pay close attention. I’ve been champion for a year—I’ve been running this place for three hundred and sixty-eight days and I’m not going to be giving it up anytime soon, not even to this bitch. So start getting used to it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dean placed a hand on the front of the camera and shoved it away as RAW came to a close.

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Backstage | RAW | 7.11.13

We take you to the backstage where we see Bully Ray walking down the hallway he has a serious look on hos face giving everyone who pass by him some dirty look. He cut through the corner as he pass by different locker rooms or just empty rooms in general.

“Bully wait up!"

Bully stopped when he heard someone’s voice he turned around to see it’s Devon he smiled as he walked up to him and gave him a brotherly hug he then let go of the hug.

“Scoping the place out?" He asked curiously.

“You could say that or maybe I just want to visit you. So Big E hasn’t bother you at all?"

“He tried to call me but I don’t answer other than that no he hasn’t bothered me much like he used to." He shrugged his shoulder.

Devon just shake his head back and forth he know the problem Bully has with Big E but he is glad that Big E hasn't bother him much.

"Well if he ever give you any trouble you give me a call and I can have some of my friends take care of the problem."

"I appreciate it brother but I want to do this by myself." he said in a serious tone.

Devon nodded his head as he pat him on the shoulder.

"Well I was about to go to a strip club want to come?"

"Of course I want to get out of this hell hole." he said truthfully.

Devon chuckled as they walked away from the camera view as the camera switched over to the ring for the next match.