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The very funny Stilborn in the USA comedy tour was coming through Pennsylvania and we somehow got hooked up with them (see the live review on the website for more details). And what a delightful mismatch it was! If there was a momentum killer for the night, a dense, complicated sketch with one of the actors being pre-recorded was it! And something else with an exclaimation mark behind it! Regardless, I think the sketch, although only in its stages of infancy in terms of being a finished bit, works quite well. But you decide. Am I deluded? Does the fact that few people enjoyed mean it is bad? What other philosophical issues can be brought up? Also, and I'm completely serious about this, if you can figure out the deliberate acting choice I made with my character for one of my lines (so this wasn't something the character did all the time, but specifically to add some kind of naturalness to one of the lines), you'll win a prize. E-mail wrestlingteam@hotmail.com with your answer. I just want to see if people noticed the two minutes I put into making my onstage persona one-dimensional instead of zero-dimensional.

We, Wrestling Team, performed at Evicted, the biweekly (?) comedy night at the Pittsburgh Cultural Trust's Future Tenant space, featuriing local improv ensemble Hustlebot, and now we're uploading it to the Wrestling Team video podcast! We were originally courting the Future Tenant as a place to shoot Wrestling Team Episode 3, but we were turned down and subsequently were invited to open up for Hustlebot. It had been a while since we had performed, so we gladly took the opportunity. We did Andy's Question/Wonder bit and Crickets. Laugh for yourself and find out what's fun.

I have to post this quickly...I'm afraid I've been shot...and...I don't have much time left. You have to understand, there was this tree, and it, it was impermeable. I can't think of another way to say it except with thirteens. If I try to exclaim another sentiment, I'm afraid of the consequences, for myself and for Phantom Haste. But if every bright entrance can depict a shoulder to cry upon and fountain forth from it, I can't deliver another cross. I came upon the ship too soon for it to matter, and now what crumbs have excellence been riddled with motes? Lessen the trance, she said, upon finding twelve - no, twenty - armaments in curbed. I sauntered over in a cocksure element, and imbibed whatforth I couldn't from among the separate rates that occluded my memory from basking in her looks. "Tits!" I screamed as they blanked the hallway in street-screams that centered on an umbilical way of examining the world. Will these, my last words, solve my murder? Let it be known henceforth that this is axis!

The freshness of parody run through the wringer of Wrestling Team's stale absurdity yields this Youtub of shit. Does my disparagement turn you away? Does it make you scream? Can it heal the cut you acquired when you ran rampant through the field and slashed your foot open on a nail sticking out of the ground? When you pulled on it, the insides of your foot revealed a tiny kingdom of nanobots who were only interesed in fucking and in magic tricks. An advanced society, I'm sure, whose only cares are screwing and wonderment, but what of literature? What will the tiny machines read? The works of a micro-Shakespeare? A nano-Yeats? Stephen King? Ha, j/k. lol I LAugHEd aT THsI ** buT waht haPPend TO GAry?@ j/k iT wad gud BUT nt gRAet<>id giv it a 5/10 BUT onlly bcuz oF teh REaLlY hOt chiuk In teh 1 parT. U ned ACtin lesons Or sumthin' i r goin 2 KOROva mIlK bAR(*)u shud cum 2 g3t Ultr@-viLense lol.

When the possibility of a job creating content for a youtube-like site reared its head for your intrepid narrator - AKA me, Andy, 1/2 of your beloved Wrestling Team - I jumped at the chanced, and when I eventually landed (even gravity can't make me attractive), I got my friends Nik and Morgan to help me shoot some footage. This site gets people to create content by offering contests with themes. The following podcast includes two shorts I made around the theme of what I'd do if I were king for a day. King of what?, you ask? Britain, maybe? I don't know. Anyway, this includes one I shot for them, plus one never-before-seen clip. Do you not feel lucky, punk'd? Will these clips get me a job, or will I remain lonely and unemployed? Only you can decide for me. That is not "you" plural, but "you" singular, and I am talking to the person that might hire me.

If it isn't one thing with those two bumbling oafs called Wrestling Team it's two things. And if it isn't three things it's fore! Watch out because those goofballss have ssliced and the golfballs of hilarity is hurtling towards your trachea. As it plunges into your soft throat destroying your vocal chords, ever to silence you for the rest of your natural lives, know this and take comfort in the fact that your misery brings Wrestling Team great joy. They are schadenfreude fetishists, and the only way those dunderheads can get off (in their sexual thing-a-majigs) is through the sadness and pain of the failure of others. Hence their support of the US government as it plunges us further and further into late capitalism. Nobody wins except the rich, and after you witness Wrestling Team's antics in NYC, you'll exclaim that in fact, we are rich! But not with money. Please fund us so that we do not become failures and therefore fodder for our own malformed sexuality.

The penultimate installment of Wrestling Team Episode 2: A Batshit Museum on Five Hours Sleep! Only on the Wrestling Team podcast could one witness such a momentous occasion. Perhaps you should mark it in your diary so that you will always remember it, dummy? But how to jot your thoughts on the penultimate installment when, as stupid as you are, you sold your last writing implement for a Reassuring Whisper? What a penultimate problem (next only to Death!)! You need the Ultimate Pen! It writes your thoughts on the second to last experience of any protracted slog. Or at least that's what your mother said last night (when we forged an unbreakable bond during The Hostage Crisis!)

Part 6 of Wrestling Team Episode 2 has arrived! And with it comes the spectral slime of the in between! Grab a cloth and wipe through the supernature and then cry a river of laughs! In order to fully actualize your self, it is essential that you view and become in tune to the frequency of the Wrestling Team video podcast within your transient biorhythm. And speaking of biorhythms, did you see the new rock and roll drummer, Petri Dish and the Culture Voltrons? Me neither, because my eyes were coated with giggles and my limbs were gripped by the tensile pleasure of true laughter.

After Wrestling Team's humiliatory rebut on the New York stage, the Wrestling Team video podcast continues triumphantly with the epic fifth passage of A Batshit Museum on Five Hours Sleep. Just not in time for Christmas, Wrestling Team bravely examines the truth of the Santa Claus myth that has been bugging kids since the first present burst forth flaming from the filthy flume of their family hearth. What do these intrepid comedy dorks discover? Their illuminating truth beam shines on the most mysterious figure in the American Civil Rights movement. You're right, none of it makes sense.

I recently ran for the position of grad. representative, and came in second to my friend Danielle. This is the commercial that would have crushed her like a wasp being crushed by a larger wasp with 12 stingers. And the face of an ape. Ape-wasp 12! (coming this fall to Adult Swim)

The entry we made for the Be An Aristocrats Contest.

In April of 2004, Wrestling Team produced the short film "An Appliance to Murder" for the Pittsburgh City Paper and Pittsburgh Filmmakers' Film Kitchen film festival. The festival rules called for appliance-themed films with a maximum length of four minutes. What Wrestling Team submitted was a five and a half minute epic about a disgraced rabbi doomed to suffer eternal life with the remorse of a sin he didn't commit, and a picture perfect mensch with a secret. The film was not accepted on the grounds that it breaks both rules set forth by the festival committee. Wrestling Team urges you to view the film now and decide for yourselves. They are confident that you will see that it is, in fact, less than four minutes long, and the plot deals quite explicitly with a toaster.