So, I’ve been mulling over Damian Priest and Kayden Carter recently. It’s not like they’re a tag team or anything, just two wrestlers kinda on my mind.
It’s kinda wild how you watch wrestling, right? You got these characters running around. Priest, he’s got that whole dark, brooding thing going with The Judgment Day. Big guy, serious face, usually looking like he’s about to wreck someone. Then you have Kayden Carter, who’s usually bouncing off the walls with Katana Chance. They’re all energy, high-fives, and crazy moves. Polar opposites in the same universe.
You see the rosters, and it’s a mix:
- Priest with his faction: Finn, Rhea, Dom, JD. They’re doing main event stuff, holding gold.
- Carter and Chance: Tag team specialists, former champs, always bringing the speed.
- Then there’s everyone else, trying to get screen time, make an impact.
Honestly, watching Priest sometimes, I feel like there’s more they could do. He’s got the belts, yeah, but the character feels like it hits the same notes a lot. Potential just sitting there. And Carter, she’s super talented, fun to watch, but you know the deal with women’s tag teams often. Feels like they build them up just to split them or forget about them. It’s tough out there.
Why’s this stuff rattling around in my head?
It actually goes back to last summer. I was trying to replace the cartridge in our shower. Thought it’d be a quick job. Boy, was I wrong. Spent a whole Saturday fighting with it. The old one was stuck fast. Snapped one of the plastic tabs trying to get it out.
Had to run to the hardware store, sweating buckets ’cause it was hot out. Got what I thought was the right replacement. Nope. Close, but not quite. Back to the store. They didn’t have the exact one. Had to get this ‘universal’ kit. More hassle. Meanwhile, the water’s off to the house, and the family’s getting impatient.
So, I’m in the bathroom, tools everywhere, feeling like a total failure. I had the little portable TV I keep in the garage tuned into some sports channel, ended up flipping around and caught some old wrestling highlights show they were airing. Saw a clip of Priest hitting his finisher, looking dominant. Then later, a clip of Carter and Chance doing some synchronized move off the ropes.
And it just struck me funny. Here are these folks, one playing the powerful force, the others flying around making it look easy. And I’m losing a war against basic plumbing. Felt kinda silly, you know? Like, my struggle was way less cool. It made me think about how Priest seemed kinda locked into his role, powerful but maybe a bit repetitive, like me being stuck turning that wrench. And Carter’s energy felt like the opposite of my drained, frustrated mood.
I finally got the stupid shower fixed late that night. Felt like I’d won a major battle. But it’s weird, now whenever I see Priest brooding or Carter doing something athletic, my mind snaps back to that stupid shower cartridge, the stripped screws, the multiple trips to the store. It’s a totally random connection, but it’s stuck in my head. Haven’t tackled a plumbing project since, gotta admit.
