Blog: Johnny Kidd (8.18.17)
I have seen the video message by your Director of Fun, and my personal friend, Mike Quackenbush, about finding closure to something we had tried to end last May in Manchester. I was truly honoured that after not wrestling for three years Mike decided he would grant me my wish - to have my final bout in a thirty-eight-year wrestling career with his good self. From meeting Mike in Essen (Germany) a few years ago we have always remained good friends and even had a friendly rivalry throughout the years. I respect this man for all he has done and achieved in this great sport of Professional Wrestling and I relish the opportunities I have had to actually lock up and wrestle him. I class the matches I have had with Mike as some of my finest because as a wrestling technician he is second to none. Technical wrestling has always been my game too, but I have seen things this man can do in the wrestling ring which look so effortless. So for me now, it has been nearly sixteen months since I last laced up a pair of wrestling boots, but to have an opportunity to face The Master of A Thousand Holds again is an opportunity I cannot simply pass up.
So yes Mike, I'll be ready to face you. This time, let the best man win.
See you in Wolverhampton...Regards as always,
Blog: Lucas Calhoun (8.2.17)
It’s the punch you don’t see coming that hits you the hardest. And I tell ya, the hit I just took caught me so flatfooted, it about put my lights out.
Since last season, I’ve been working under the assumption that, for whatever reason, you had a mad-on for me, Leary. I figured that somewhere along the line you decided that you hated me so much your only course of action was to take everything away from me, and leave behind a husk of a man that I had only recently discovered I was. And you took it all – you got my clothes, my shades, my prized baby girl street rod…and I ain’t too proud to admit that you got so far under my skin that you even got me to shave my own head. Mission accomplished, you won.
But that wasn’t ever it, was it? I just recently put it together, myself – you’ve had that creepazoid The Whisper in your ear from the jump, and he’s been feeding you secrets about our…shared past.
At first, it seemed like more needling from a persistent thorn in my side. Something else to drive me further up the wall. But as you kept hinting and dropping names that caused some memories to stir, I got to picking up what you were putting down. I didn’t believe you, but I got what you were driving at.
Now, though, it’s an entirely different song. You showed me, directly to my face, the proof that confirmed what I was trying to deny. I’m a monster, an abhuman. Titor created me. Same as they created you. Same as every other Volgar in the line. The Whisper helped you to take one last thing from me.
So now, ol Juke Jo…I’ve got to do some figuring. I gotta get my mind around the idea that I’m not at all who or what I thought I was. It’s gonna take me some time to figure out what, if anything, is real. I guess it’s a long-winded way of sayin ... I’ll see ya when I see ya.
Before I split, a word to one of the only friends I've made during my stay – Missile, be careful mixing up with The Whisper. He’s a snake hidden in some real tall grass. He’s more dangerous than he looks, and he’s got some dark powers at his aid.
Blog: Travis Huckabee (7.5.17)
As Saturday quickly approaches, I realize how far it is that I have come. A year ago I was a referee, but in just a few short days, I'll be challenging for los Campeonatos de Parejas. I've been given the opportunity to do what I believed to be impossible, in no small part thanks to my tag team partner in The Rumblebees, Solo Darling. Not only was it her winning of the Infinite Gauntlet that gave us this Golden Opportunity, but her courage and spirit were the things that inspire me to attempt the impossible.
That crazy ball of energy is my tag partner, but I'm also proud to call her my friend. I can't help but see the coincidence that this Saturday we will be challenging Cornelius Crummels and Sonny Defarge, the first team that Solo and I fought as a team. When we were just starting out, before we were even called "The Rumblebees," we had our baptism of fire facing that exact duo, and they got the better of us back then. Solo and I have come a long way since then.
Crummels and Defarge have come a long way, too. At the end of Season 17, they captured los Campeonatos and have successfully defended them time and time again. Come Saturday though... their time is over. The Rumblebees have been buzzing, and we've got a few new things that the dirtiest players in the game won't see coming. We've been training harder than ever for this, and Solo and I, we bring out the best in each other. We make each other better wrestlers, and when we get to North Carolina, we'll prove we're better than the guys holding those two golden belts.
In Gibsonville, let's rumble.