12 Responses to “Postcards From The Edge – My Ever-Lovin's Match Last Night.”

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  1. Wow. I take it he’s a boxer? Did he at least win? OUCH! What did the other guy look like? LOL. I hope he’s okay.

    • Hi Laurann:

      Apart from being an occassional Mr. Romance contestant at the RT conferences, Mark’s a professional wrestler – a.k.a “Mr. Intensity” — check here for a full explanation: http://tracycooperposey.com/its-not-really-real-is-it-a-k-a-my-husband-just-pretends-to-be-a-professional-wrestler/

      Cheers,

      Tracy

  2. Brenda B. Hill

    Ouch, I can image how you feel when you get pics like this one. Don’t think I could handle a hubby that was a wrestler. I would worry too much..

    • Hi Brenda: Usually I get a subject line that braces me — something like “It’s better than it looks!” He knows better than to deliberately freak me out now. Although he’s not above making sure he gets body-slammed right in front of me and cute stuff like that. He’s so considerate that way. :)

  3. That’s very cool! I’m sorry I missed your other post about it in December. You must worry about your husband getting hurt a lot though! I would. My husband sits behind a desk at work and all I have to worry about is traffic getting to and from work for him or that he might hurt his thumb playing the many video games he loves. I married a computer guy. LOL. That’s how we keep the peace in our home. He plays the Wii or his Xbox 360 while I write my novels. LOL. Of course if I have computer trouble… Mr. Laurann to the rescue! I hope you and your husband are going to Romanticon this year. I’m going and bringing my husband.

    • Hi Laurann — It’s well known in the wrestling industry that the injury rate is 100%. Sooner or later a wrestler WILL get injured. You just have to hope the injury isn’t permanently disabling, and that the recovery isn’t too slow.

      Yeah, we’ll be doing Romanticon again this year. We’re going to drive down. We’ll see you there.

      Cheers,

      Tracy

  4. Ack! Nah, nah, nah. That’s NOT what he’s supposed to look like! Give him my best wishes. Hope he heals quickly!

    • Hi Anny — he’s on his way back to Edmonton now. I’ll brain him with a frying pan with your compliments when he walks in the door. The dumbass. That’s just for giving me a heartattack via email. I’ll tell him you said so. ;)

      Yes, yes. I’m kidding.

      t.

      Sort of.

  5. Maybe a hug or two, also.

    • Okay, Anny. I’ll add a hug or two. Just for you. :) You’re too nice!

      Tracy

  6. Susan S.

    Oh my gosh, I’d be hysterical after receiving that image. I hope Mark has a quick recovery! Only one word comes to mind….ice.

    • They had to carry him from the ring is my understanding, Susan. But he was obviously able to stand on his own feet in the dresssing room later on for the photo, and he’s driving back from Saskatchewan (next province from ours) right now, so I’d say he’s fine now. After several years of pro wrestling he’s pretty good at self-assessing his level of injury and competence. I think if it had been really serious he wouldn’t have sent the photo. I would have got a phone call from someone else I knew well, bracing me for the bad news and giving it to me slowly. Or they would have phoned someone in Edmonton and told them first, and they would have come and told me face to face. There’s ways and ways to do it more gently than this, I think. Mark just likes to have fun with the not-so-serious stuff…and despite the blood this really was minor. This is what wrestling is all about and the true fans love it.

      BTW, I am not a true fan. I’m just a true wife of a professional wrestler. I make the costumes, and sit ringside at local shows and clutch my cellphone and smile throughout the match, cheer in the right places and wait for my text message after the match is done.

      Marriage is such a grand institution, ain’t it?

      Tracy

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