Matt Light of the New England Patriot's Bash in Boston Charity Event

There's a lot of good stories in here so pay attention. First off....I left the day after thanksgiving but I figured that's okay because LA is a suitcase city, meaning everyone goes home for the holidays, and no one is in town. Plus I'm going to Boston which is one of my favorite cities. I took the red eye out which meant I'd get into Boston at 5AM with no sleep. Got to my hotel and I felt like a rockstar because they put me in the pent house. Why, I don't know but I wasn't about to complain. The penthouse wasn't that great, no jacoozee or anything. Just a regular room on the top floor. I slept until noon, got up, and my friend Mike told me we have the hook up everywhere tonight. So guess what, drunken stories galore eventhough I'm not drunk. I'm going to start off with the charity event first which was on the last day then I'll talk about everything leading up to the match even the radio show you've all been talking about. :)

Bash in Boston Wrestling Charity Event

Matt Light of the New England Patriots put this event on at The Roxy. We were raising money for a children's hospital in Boston. We were kind of scared that it wouldn't make money because it's the first year and the first year of a charity event is a hard sell. I did a morning show with the guy I was wrestling and created wicked heat. We were the fifth match, which is a nice spot. I don't like to go in the beginning of an indy show because indy wrestling fans always seem to be late and I don't like to go at the end because they get tired. I feel right in the middle is where indy wrestling fans are at their prime. Plus I don't like waiting and waiting for my match; the anticipation kills me.

The match was set up and they gave me some time to have some stick work. I love that because talking on the mic lets people love you or hate you and you can really set up a match. The Miz theme song started and I entered. When I'm backstage I really don't get to see the crowd and get a feel for them, so when I walk out that's when you really feel everything. I love the entrance. My adrenaline rushed and I wanted more. Now I know why old timers wrestle till their death because there's no feeling like walking out to the ring. Having everyone stare at you waiting to see what you do. I grabbed the mic and took control of the crowd. That's what I like to call it because I either want them to love me or hate me and this time I wanted them to hate me. By the end of my promo I had the crowd chanting L. B. (the morning show host that I was wrestlings name). Then LB's music played and the fans went nuts. It was great. He took the mic and did a little promo basically saying he could take anyone from the audience and woop my ass.

He picked this little guy and I laughed, gave him a box of donuts ( the donuts were from the heat on the morning show), and said I'll be right back with my partner. I brought out the Boston Brawler who was a pretty big guy. The brawler and the little guy, Jay, started it off. The brawler was beating the crap out of Jay. Brawler tagged me and mixed cheers came out. I got in their and gave Jay some heat then Brawler and I did some double teaming. All of a sudden Jay comes out of nowhere and gives the Brawler a big move. Both of them were down. Brawler started crawling toward me, meanwhile Jay was getting closer to LB. Finally I was going to be able to get my hands on LB. Oh yeah we hadn't fought yet so my anticipation was running wild to kick LB's a$$ to shut the crowd up. Brawler tags me in. Jay tags LB. I run to get a punch in but LB gives me 2 close lines and a big body slam. I was like f**k. He covered but a big body slam wasn't going to get The Miz. He picked me up, but before he could get me all the way up I give him a jawjacker. Cheap move but it works. Then a kick to the stomach into a bulldog off the top rope. I thought he was done after this. 1, 2, he kicked out. I was pretty pissed the ref counted slowly. He was definately working with the hometown hero in my mind. Then I beat the crap out of LB. Went for another cover. 1, 2, kicked out again. Pissed big time. I give him a big leg drop. 1, 2, kicked out again. This time I went over to the ref because I thought his counts were too slow. All of a sudden LB school boys me all of a sudden I hear the quickest 1, 2, 3 I've ever heard. I don't even want to talk about it. The ref screwed me and LB you wait. You can keep your cheap win because The Miz will be back. That's when I will welcome you to my Reality.

Afterwards we partied and had a great time. I put The Miz away and brought out Mike. Met a bunch of New England Patriots that watch the show. I never would've thought 6'5" 350 guys watch The Real World but they do. Even Tom Brady came out and I got to talk to him for a bit. I want to say Thank you to all the fans coming out supporting the charity. Also Matt Light, John Kuiffer, Mike Martin, and all the people that helped make the charity happen. You all did an amazing job. Last but not least I want to thank The Boston Brawler, Jay and of course LB for the match. I had a great time and until next time. Be good. Be bad. BE MIZ.

Here's the build up for this charity event. This is where it gets really interesting.

Day 1 Saturday Nov. 29th

We start off at The Rack. It's a nice place, very classy. I liked it because it had a dance floor but also had a bunch of pool tables. Plus the music wasn't so loud to where you couldn't talk. It's a great little atmosphere. I order this Boston drink called an Mongolian MotherFu**er. Quite good, but damn they have a kick. The drink was 85% alcohol. After three of those we were ready to go to the next bar.

We headed to LaBoom. Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I have a couple friends in Boston. One of my friends I met on my casting special. Anyone that saw it, her name is Jacklyn. She's the one with the long brown hair, amazing body, a thick boston accent, loves to drink, and doesn't take anyone's S**T. In my eyes she's the stereotypical Bostonian woman. This girl is one of the coolest chicas I've ever met. Now, I haven't seen her since casting special, so I was hoping she hasn't changed. I was kind of nervous seeing her because I didn't want that ackward I don't know what to say feeling. You know what I mean? Any ways, as soon as I saw her she had shots and drinks lined up. Same old Jacklyn...gotta love her. I wandered around aimlessly checking out the place and come to find out that there's Mizfits in Boston. I was loving it. I thought I'd get a hard time but the people were really cool. I love the Boston accent, it's so raw. The local radio station was there and wanted to do a live interview. Now I always say I'm best when a show's live because I go with what's on top of my head, however remember those 3 Mongolian MotherF##kers and those shots. Yeah I'm definately feeling a buzz by now. I'm thinking in my head this is going to be a blast. So the DJ starts interviewing me. He asks me "how do you like LaBoom?" Right as he said that, I see this dancer with a banging body and fake boobs. I, then look to him and say anytime you put me in a club with girls with fake boobies I'm in a happy place. Then I look to him and ask can I say that on the radio. Because a lot of things aren't aloud on radio and I don't want to give anyone any trouble with bleeping me out. The DJ's like absolutely you can say that and thanks because you probably just got everyone to come out. After the interview it was time for bar number 3.

This was the one i've been waiting for, Tequila Rain. Reason...well they have a wet T-shirt contest and I wanted to see what the Boston girls were made of. I walked into the place and it's going off, people everywhere. My friend Mike talked to the girl that hosts the wet T-shirt contest and got her to let me help her. All I thought was this was going to be fun. Let the games begin. The first contestants came as a group. Two girls, ohhh baby this is going to be good, right? Two girls. Now girls you know what to do if you want to win a wet T-shirt contest. I mean this is Boston baby. They started and I must say not the potential I expected from Bostonian women. So what did I do, I grabbed the mic from the host, who thought they were doing an amazing job, and I told them to get off the stage. Some times I turn into a real dick when I'm drunk, but the next day it makes for great stories. So after I kicked them off stage the crowd booed me. I looked at all 200+ people and said "If two girls are going to come up here and do a wet T-shirt contest then do what every guy here wants to see." Then everyone cheered, even the girls. My philosophy is if you are going to do a wet T-shirt contest, you better make it count with flashing and making out if not don't sign up for it. So on to the next group, another two girls decide to go. These girls did a little better with the touching but still lacking a bit. I didn't kick them off stage but I did let them know that you are in Boston. The last contestant, yes finally a girl has some balls to go up on stage by herself. This girl went nuts and was definately a crowd pleaser. Not tasteless but knew what she had and used it. This girl won by a long shot. Now here's my question, how did the group of girls not beat this one girl?" Guys, if you had a choice between one or two girls which would you chose? I guess the group of girls just didn't try hard enough. I want to congradulate the winner, here's my number....just kidding. Eventhough I was disappointed it does take some balls to get up on stage and dance so good job to you girls as well. :) Now, how many ladies read this paragraph and said "What a pig?" :)

Day 2 Sunday Nov. 30th

This was a sunday so there's really not too much to do in Boston, right....wrong. My friend Jacklyn told me she'd take me out for some drinks. We started off at a dive bar. That's the cool part about Jacklyn she'll take you to a dive bar where it's cheap and not a swanky cocktail bar where it's $10 a drink. We started drinking and Jacklyn told me what a drinker she was and that she definately could hang with me basically talking sh*t, so I challenged this wonderful Bostonian to go drink for drink with me. I talked to my friend Tom about this little challenge and he told me Jacklyn would drink me under the table because that's what she did to him when they were in NY. I took one look at Jacklyn all 100lbs of her and said game on. So we take her car back and get a cab because you don't drink and drive people. It's the law. :) No, really don't do it, I've heard too many horror stories and I don't want to hear about anymore. We get to the next place and good old Jacklyn's keeping up. Wow was I proud of her. We get back to the hotel and Jacklyn wasn't looking so good. I was like what's wrong don't you want a hot dog or chili cheese fries. Of course I'm going to egg her on to vomit. All of a sudden Jacklyn says she has to go to the bathroom. I hear the door close and then a big HHHUUUG YAAAAAKKK. Oh yeah, poor Jacklyn couldn't hang that night. She sat hovered over a luxurious crapper making wonderful noises to my ears because I new I could go back to Tom and tell him what a B*tch he was. Then of course I couldn't let that be the end of it. I wanted the excuses on why oh why she couldn't hang. Oh and here they come: I didn't eat all day, I wasn't feeling good when we started drinking, I was sick for the past week, I don't know what happened, and my favorite I never puke. This goes to show you ladies don't challenge a guy twice your size to go drink for drink with him.

Day 3 Monday Dec. 1st

How cool is this? I went to bed at 5AM and had to get up at 7AM to do a radio show not to mention I was wasted. Let me tell you how cool it was, not cool at all. I was insanely stupid. Luckily I'm very good at having no sleep and turning it up a notch. I wake up and get ready for this show. Here's the catch I was wrestling the person who's show it was. Also this guy, L.B. is his name, is a hometown hero. He used to play for the Boston Bruins and would get into fights every game. You know bostonians love that. I saw some of his highlight reels, pretty entertaining stuff I must admit. Here's what made me nervous L.B. could totally drown me out if he wanted to and make me sound like crap just to get himself over. Plus we're in his house and his buddies from the radio show were going to be there. Now that's pretty intimidating if you ask me.

I got there and what do I see...a girl talking dirty on the air. Come to find out they have a calendar that comes out every year and girls come to the studio, take sexy pics and those pics get displayed on the website for all the fans to vote for the hottest girls. I loved the idea. Maybe I should do that on my site? Nah, I don't want to steal their idea. Let's talk about these girls. One girl brought a school girl's outfit and posed like she was going to be in penthouse while the radio show was airing. It was very hard to concentrate on the questions when this girls boobs are hanging and she's sticking her tongue out. Then the other girl was about 6'2" with great breasts and a banging body. She was a little quiet for my liking but she made up for it when she made out with the girl in the school girl outfit. Right then and there I thought to myself why don't I try to become a morning show host. Yes I've seen Howard so I should have been ready, but I didn't think that kind of stuff happened everywhere. Well, to my liking it does.

Any ways the questions start and LB and I start going back and forth cracking on one another. The fans were hating on me, telling me I'm going to get my a$$ kicked and to watch LB's highlight reels. I started watching them and damn did that guy get into a lot of fights. The guys started making fun of me for saying "Good times" after everything I said. I got it from SNL. I couldn't stop laughing throughout the entire show. Towards the end LB and I set up the match nicely. We put enough heat on each other that even I wanted to know what was going to happen at the Bash in Boston. The radio show was a lot of fun and I could tell these guys were like a family. They really have a good show going for them and I had a fun time with it.

You thought I wasn't going to bring up the whole Trishelle stuff didn't you. Some of the Mizfits were listening in because they heard what was said on the show and went nuts putting it up on the tag board. To be completely honest I don't remember everything. I remember them asking me a question like is Trishelle a Ziplock bag, Busted ravioli, or something else. I said something like "I don't get it" They were like think about it, so I said busted ravioli and everyone laughed. IT WAS A JOKE people. Then I said something like she's on the market or something like that. I don't remember really bashing her but I could have because I'm known to put a foot in my mouth especially when I'm hung over. Now some people would frown upon drinking the night before a radio show but you ask any morning show host if they ever came to work after going out I guarentee you they'd say yeah. I will admit it does get me into trouble. So if I offended Trishelle this is my apology. Sorry, everything was meant as a joke. :( I figure for now on I probably shouldn't talk about her. Sometimes I forget if you don't have anything nice to say don't say it at all.

Until next time Be good. Be bad. BE MIZ!!!!