I started the night off right with a dogpile for Willie over the top of his steed. He reverse nelsoned me, and we broke the seat clean off his rails. My arm took the brunt of that action, and I let out a little whimper. Then like magic, two cases of gold, three flasks, and an entire bottle of Makers Mark appeared which resulted in what could only be described thusly: It was as if a giant invisible hand descended from the sky, packed the lot of us in a big cube, and hucked us down the hill. It was a blood bath. J. Ray attempted with resounding success to create a mass of twisted metal, and entangled limbs out of the two of us. Not bad for her first time out.
Then only seconds later, while I was stopped at a downed tree, she came sliding into home base to make a mud angel. Finally, we rejoined the group, all of whom were sharing similar stories. Mud rhymes with blood, and both were everywhere.
The only feat of strength this week was simply making it to the safety of the bar. Theres still no sightings of any Velo Bellas, nor Velo Fellas which makes me think that their threats to come knock us around a bit dont seem so scary anymore..
Next week, Complaynas got something up her sleeve, so let the training start NOW.