Now, I feel there's something I need to explain before I get into this story. Camera Kyle. No, I'm not going to explain him as I am not a psychiatric professional. Rather, his laugh.
Picture a cross between a Tusken Sand Raider and Adam Sandler's character in, "The Waterboy". Camera Kyle's laugh sounds like a bizarre combination of the two.
Sometimes things happen on the road. Things we may or may not be proud of. Things we may or may not still laugh about.
Now that that's out of the way...
It's 3AM, middle of the summer. Myself, Jamie Race, Kavan O'Reilley, Eric Freedom, and Camera Kyle have been on the road since the previous morning. We're on the final stretch of a drive back from Illinois for POWW Entertainment.
We stop at this rest stop somewhere south of Grand Rapids. Time to stretch and hit the bathroom. Eric chose to stay in/near the car on this particular occasion and is therefore absolved of any guilt or wrongdoing.
In we walk. Four tired men. Four slaphappy men. Four men who were about to make a difference in one rather unlucky soul's life.
Upon entering the rest room I decided to mimic Camera Kyle's laugh. I bellowed out a hearty imitation, a powerful, "HA-HURRRR" that echoed back at me from the bathroom walls. Several of my comrades dutifully replied in kind. The knuckledragger symphony, if you will.
Kavan O'Reilley approached the stall he believed Camera Kyle to be using, intent on knocking on it and bellowing another, "HA-HURRRR" at him. Upon peaking in the crack between the stall door and frame however, he made a horrifying discovery.
We were not alone.
Now it's a good thing Kavan didn't knock on the door after all, but think of it from this poor soul's perspective: You're in a rest stop bathroom at 3AM just trying to do your business. Suddenly these crazed mutants descend from the hills to bellow, "HA-HURRRR" at one another, and one of them just peaked into your stall!
Kyle and Jamie had left by the time the poor man got out of his stall. He briskly washed his hands while refusing to so much as look at Kavan and I. Out the door he went, and his vehicle was peeling out of the parking lot by the time Kavan and I came outside.
In this business you never truly know the kind of impact that you will have on people. Usually that line of thinking tends more towards the positive, but in this instance not so much. This poor man will forever remember the day that he had a front row seat to the knuckledragger symphony, and will regale his friends for years to come with the story of how he survived being swarmed by a bunch of 3AM CHUD's in a random rest stop.
In the event that this man somehow sees this, all I have to say is that I'm sorry.
And HA-HURRR!
'Breathtaking' Mike Idol
Wrestler since 2011, 1/2 of UWE Tag Team Bruiser Mass Index. Cancer survivor since 2018. Self-admitted chaotic neutral. I like to pick things up and put them back down repeatedly. Whether those things are weights in the gym or human beings in the ring is irrelevant.