What a drag... ϟ NOT @OrangeCassidy.

I wouldn't necessarily recommend us as a business model, but hey, we get results. #AEWDynamite

Paris was a long way to go just to get kicked in the head by Marina Shafir, but that’s professional wrestling. We came in wanting to make a statement, and instead, the Death Riders got their hand raised. Next time, I’m gonna make sure somebody’s joints regret the day they met me.

You mess with one of us, you've made this a group project. #AEWGrandSlam

Last weekend was a bit of a mess, wasn’t it? Twelve guys, bodies flying everywhere, me trying to kick David Finlay in the head, Orange and I attempting to suplex a man the size of Claudio Castagnoli… probably should’ve thought that one through. We’ll be fine. #AEWWrestleDream

Saturday was a pretty productive night for The Conglomeration. We got in, we got our hands on some people, we got the win, and then the Death Riders decided to come out and stare at us like we’re supposed to be impressed. Let’s skip the starting contest, boys. That’s the old us.

Had a lovely little tea with my best buds before All In. We finally got answers about Orange’s backpack, although if you ask Rachel, I’m not sure she’d say the answers were worth the questions. The day-old macaroons and pastries, however, absolutely delivered.

The Conglomeration’s got your back. Literally. It’s on the shirt, so now it’s legally binding. 🛒: shopaew.com/en-us/products/t…

I don’t take any joy in making my friends quit. Well… maybe a little. I’m still a competitor, man. But he gave me everything, and I had to give him everything right back, and now I’m in the semifinals.

And I had a moment where I could’ve made things a lot uglier. I thought about it. But I stopped. Because there’s winning, and then there’s losing yourself just because you want to win. Eventually I caught him again. Got the ankle. Locked it in properly. And Orange tapped.

We’ve spent so much time fighting alongside each other that fighting against him feels… weird. You know exactly what the other guy wants to do. It’s basically two friends arguing over the last slice of pizza, except the argument involves suplexes and potential permanent damage.

Last week was probably one of the hardest matches I’ve had in a while, and not because @SlothLikeMind/@WhyPutInEffort/@IsFromWherever is some mysterious technical wizard. Okay, he kinda is. But mostly because that’s my friend.

Last week’s #AEWDynamite… kinda sucked. Losing championships is never fun. I don’t care how long you’ve been doing this or how many titles you’ve held. It always stings because you start thinking about every little moment where maybe you could’ve done something differently.

That’s the technician in me. It’s exhausting, honestly. The Demand came prepared, and with all the extra bodies hanging around ringside, they made sure the numbers stayed in their favor. Congratulations, I guess. If it takes half a wrestling company to beat us, then whatever.

Twenty-four hours after losing the Trios Titles, we willingly sat in an inflatable pool and got buckets of ice water dumped on our heads. But if taking five minutes to help raise awareness for ALS means being freezing cold for a little while, that’s pretty freaking kick-ass.

We had a choice. We could sit around feeling sorry for ourselves, or move on. Turns out moving on’s a lot healthier… colder, too. #AEWCollision