SMACKDOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There is this assumption (which i will neither endorse nor reject) that i am one of those quiet, conservative ladies.. the theory is that such women who inhabit the echelon of unconventionalism and straight forward modesty have no deviating abilities.

I have often considered myself a hardworking, yet pampered and (even only in my own brain) occasionally fawned over for the lifestyle i live - conservative, never step sideways unless it is to drop kick someone!Some people have thought i maintain expectations so outlandishly high of myself that anyone who attempts to scale the heights required to meet them is destined for crushing failure and frustration (tongue in cheek ofcourse)...

ok but that is only the "theory" anyway...

So in reality - i think i am much more well balanced. Actually reading back up i make myself sound a little like Bree from Desperate Housewives.. and really - my hair is FAR from being that red!

So what has this got to do with the pictures below or the term: "Smackdown" well....

It was a cold, wet grey night.. the clouds hung heavily over the Denver sky. I walked briskly toward the Pepsi centre, heart racing with anticipation with each step..

Entering the arena as i had many times before to watch a concert or a sporting event.. but this night was different, it was packed - more than i had ever seen it. I had a good seat - no obstructions - the crowd was buzzing, so much excitement - everyone had banners and signs and black T-shirts.... Suddenly the lights come on, fireworks and pyrotechnics erupt like a wild volcano all over the place - there are warning signs of heavy flickering lights, lasers and sound!

The announcer who is almost wearing something trotts in the ring and that was the end of the Delise above described!

Although i had not watched Wrestling in such a long time, i found myself jumping up and down shouting HBK.. HBK... HBK... with the rest of the insanity- doing the DX signs with my forearms and shouting at the 400lbs men who have muscles on their muscles, bad actors, but great athletes jump from top ropes, clothes line each other and talk alot of - spicy punctuated - BS.... :-)

It was a wild night! i loved it!

Incidentally - the above description of Dr Jeckyll - might just be in my own mind.. i think after all my years of personality evolution, some would argue that i am now Mr Hyde more than anything else!!!

Speaking of Dr Jeckyll and Mr Hyde.... (Read post to come...)

WWE!!!!! hell YEAH!!!!