Blog: Razerhawk (7.24.18)
I found out the same time you guys did.
Director of Fun Bryce Remsburg approved my request to fight Icarus at "Egg Monsters from Mars" right before I hit send on yet another e-mail to him. Then I was gonna send a DM. Then an IM. Then a text. I'd have paged him if he'd ever given me his beeper number. It's all I can think about.
There's still soot on the ceiling of the main hall on Level 1—remnants from the celebration I threw in honor of Danjerhawk winning the Young Lions Cup from Cameron Zagami a few weeks ago at "Clan Feuds." Danjer is fascinated by fire, and so I thought fireworks would be appropriate. (Note to self: Fireworks should always be set off outdoors.) Yes, there's still cleaning and maintenance to do around our Earth outpost; work that I'd normally have done by now. However, I've got a bit of an obsession at the moment.
We fought one-on-one over a year ago, and you beat me, fair and square. No distractions, no interference. You won. And ever since this most recent skirmish began, I've not been able to really get my talons on you. Danjer and I fought you and Travis at "Go Eat Worms!" and you managed to avoid most of my offense. When it was finally just you and me in the ring, face to face—just as I had you in my sights—Travis snatched that moment away. Then, at "Clan Feuds" you and I were in the ring together for 12 seconds—just enough time for you and Travis to double team me, while Bryce's back was turned.
You see, in these recent encounters, I've only ever gotten a small piece of you. A fragment. A portion. A sample. An iota. But that's not enough to satisfy me.
I don't want an iota, or a sample, or a portion, or a fragment—I don't want a PIECE!
I want ALL of what you will bring, and I will bring to you ALL of what I have to bring!
I want the WHOLE THING, ICARUS!
I want the guy who was Campeon de Parejas! I want the guy who won King of Trios! I want the guy who captured the Grand Championship!
I want the Worst in the World!
Maybe the upperclassmen are right—maybe I CAN'T beat you... but then again maybe I CAN... A lot has changed in the last year... I was a Young Lions Cup Champion. I helped end our feud with Hermit Crab and Cajun Crawdad. And when Sylverhawk was taken from us I became the leader of this galaxy's Xyberhawx2000 unit. It is said that with great power comes great responsibility. Well the reverse is also true. With great responsibility comes great power, and my responsibility this Saturday is to shut you up and shut you down.
This is for the good of the CHIKARA trainees, the good of the CHIKARA locker room, and the good of the CHIKARMY.
Blog: Thief Ant (6.28.18)
CHIKARA represents so much, to so many. The same goes for The Colony. Green Ant and I have looked up to Fire Ant and the tunnels he’s dug through the history of CHIKARA. His triumphs have become the stuff of legend: the Young Lions Cup, Campeonatos de Parejas, Tag World Grand Prix, King of Trios ...Fire Ant has won them all. Green Ant and I hope to do the same. We hope to carry forward something that should not be laid to rest, not left to die.
I have felt first-hand Fire Ant's inability to deal with his grief, and even though I'd rather not feel his forearm in my face again, I do understand a bit of what he's going through. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw him embrace Worker Ant at Aniversario back in May. He's lost everything familiar to him, his brothers in arms, the CHIKARA he once knew. Friends and allies forced out. Old foes stepping into retirement. Everything around him just...changed and he felt powerless to stop all of it. All of that is trapped inside of him, and coming out in ways no one could have anticipated. These dark emotions seem to overtake him a little more day by day, and when we don't find a way to turn things around, when we don't call on the support we need, that downward spiral only quickens.
The painful losses in his past are preventing Fire Ant from seeing the future. Sometimes there is comfort in the past, it feels good to turn your back against the tides of change. But I'm certainly not alone in saying that reading Icarus' recent blog appealing to Fire Ant made my skin crawl. I've watched how Icarus has played favorites with, and just outright manipulated, guys like Tony Deppen and Travis Huckabee. I don’t know what goes on in Icarus' head, but I do know that whatever he's up to isn’t for the betterment of Fire Ant’s emotional state - it's about what best serves Icarus, and that alone.
Icarus has made his call to arms. Now, we must do the same, by reaching out to those who understand what is at stake. So...we need you, Worker Ant.
Green Ant and I need your help. We need for you to stand side by side with us. We know you’ve been putting in the work at the Wrestle Factory, but it’s now time to put the work in the ring. We must stop all of this this before it truly begins.
Blog: Icarus (6.15.18)
After a particularly brutal loss my high school wrestling coach gathered everyone in the locker room and gave a speech I will never forget. Standing before us he declared “We are not losers. In every contest there are only winners and learners. Tonight we all learned something.”
Looking around the room at my teammates I knew that the coach I had looked up to and admired all season was simply too soft to ever give me another life lesson. When I looked at my teammates, I realized that most if not all of them were too proud, too arrogant, and too soft to learn anything from defeat. It wasn’t just that night, but those kids at my side had always been, and would always be losers. Since that day, I’ve made it my objective in life to spot people like that...and quickly dispose of them.
As way leads on to way, I come to find my entire adult life in not just professional wrestling but particularly CHIKARA. There, I found my life objective not only grew, but intensified, as I took pride in the people I was surrounded by. Having met some like-minded people, we were intent on weeding out the losers and sending them packing with their heads hung low and their tails between their legs.
I can still recall the night I sat knees-to-knees with one Mr. Gran Akuma, taping up our wrists as the smell of crockpot hotdogs filled the room, discussing our plans for the two newest additions to the roster. They needed to be tested, they needed to earn their seat at the table. That night, Akuma and I went toe-to-toe with the new rookies calling themselves The Colony. Did they earn our respect that particular night? No. Not by a long shot. But as time went on, we saw two ants that never backed down. Two ants who got back up and fought - time and time again. Two ants who weren’t soft, or weak, but just needed the right push to make them into warriors.
Now I know you remember those days just as well, if not better than I do, Fire Ant. I know your body, mind and soul have been damaged in ways you don’t care to talk about after enduring all the years of trials and tribulations. Years of sacrifice. Years of loss. Most of all, I know that when you look at these new graduates of our Wrestle Factory, the ones coming out of the same system that bred you and I, you see how weak and unworthy they are. There's no way you can look at them without feeling all your pain, and all that damage you’ve endured over the years, raging up like a boiling cauldron inside you.
The way I see it Fire Ant, you’ve always stood up for what is just and right. Quite frankly, your integrity has been an inspiration to not just myself but everyone in the locker room over the many years. Don’t forget that. Don’t lose sight of that. Do what’s right. When it came time to rid CHIKARA of an invading army, you stood by my side. Now, the threat isn’t coming from the outside, it’s right under our feet. It’s spilling out of OUR locker room, tarnishing the reputation and the legacy you and I built. Who has the maturity and the skill set to stop them?