My (Incomplete) Story With Pro Wrestling: How It Was There Through Good And Bad, For Life Or Death

2/2/18

Hello again friends, and welcome back to my blog, and to yet another blog article

And to those that are new here, welcome, it's nice to have you!

So, I want to start off how I have in many others - probably - by saying I'm so sorry for not posting anything in a painfully long time. A lot has been going on, and I've not had much time to write anything really, but that's nothing that I need to share on here. What I do need to share on here is about wrestling. And it's going to be a long one. So grab some food, grab a drink, do whatever you need to. Because this, to me, is very important, and needs to be written.

However, there are a few trigger warnings you should be aware of. Here they are;

• Depression
• Anxiety
• Talks of suicide/suicidal thoughts
• Bullying
• Mention of seizures
• Sexual harassment (Possibly, but only for a brief moment. Due to police being involved, I am not allowed to go into much detail.)

So, as you all know, I love wrestling. A lot. It is my passion, the one thing I was born to do. (It's alright if you're new here and didn't know that.)

On the 28/01/18 was the WWE's Royal Rumble. There were so many amazing matches, and quite a few surprises, as well. My favourite thing from the entire show was the first ever Women's rumble, as those women made history that night like they have before and will continue to, they will create a path for women and little girls to follow if they wish, and be there to be idols to the little kids that love wrestling. I hope to do the same for anyone who is Non-Binary, for the "freaks" and for the rebels. for the people that are outcasts, for the ones that feel they don't fit in. One day...

But until then, I'm going to carry on writing blog articles, carry on being a fan of wrestling, carry on training, and carry on remembering and realising how good wrestling has been to me and has continued to be over the past few years, and in this present moment.

If you've read my previous articles then you will know that wrestling has been a part of my life pretty much ever since I was born. It's something I grew up with, something that has been part of me ever since I was a kid.

I don't remember too much of my childhood (that's a choice, as for the most part it wasn't a very pleasant one but I'm not going to explain why. If you know, you know, and you are someone I trust, someone that I'd like to keep that story to yourself, please and thank you. Anyway, wrestling was the one thing that has always been there for me, from where  was young and watching Edge, Christian, the Hardy Boyz, Lita, Trish, Ashley, Michelle McCool and many more. Like I said, I don't remember too much from when I was a kid - you know how like many people tell you stories of sitting in front of the TV with their siblings, or where they got into it by accident or by watching it with their parents? Yeah, I have no memory of how it all started, except it did. The one main thing that I do remember, however, is 12 years ago (I was 4 years old, at this point) I one day decided I wanted to be a wrestler.

However, quite a lot has changed throughout those twelve years (though wanting - and needing - to be a wrestler is the one thing that never will change). When I was younger, I was this really outgoing kid (you wouldn't have guessed this, with the way I am now) and would always want to be on camera or be the centre of attention. One or two things I will share from my personal story is that when I was a kid, I used to get bullied a lot at school. At first, I had good hygiene. I think. But as time passed on, I was getting bullied more and more. In my first primary school, it got so bad that I would usually sit in the corner alone with my knees up to my face, arms over my knees, and face buried in my arms. No matter who came up to me, I wouldn't really talk to them, and I would try to keep to myself unless I really had to. Now, as time went on I let it get to me more than I should have. I felt so bad and so upset, that I started letting my personal hygiene slip away. This is gross, and a horrible thing to have to admit, but around 2008(?) I started taking less showers. I started brushing my teeth less. I just didn't take care of myself. Now obviously I get that I shouldn't blame the bullies for MY mistake, for me letting go of everything, but I CAN blame them, however, for making me feel so bad. I blame myself for letting it get to me so much, but I also blame them simply for being pricks to a little kid that just needed a hug, and eventually started shutting everyone out.

Now, I know that this is supposed to be about wrestling and you're probably like "wait, what is the point of this article? I thought it was supposed to be about the wrestling part of your life!"

Well, this is where wrestling comes in.

Around 2009 when we (by we I mean my family at that time and myself) moved to Malta, I started watching wrestling more and more. (Well, as much as I could. My fathers wife at the time never really liked us watching wrestling, despite being a wrestling fan herself.) I was still getting bullied in Malta, but in Malta I had a few friends, maybe three or four, that I will forever be grateful towards for looking after me, forcing me to take care of myself, being there, just generally being good friends.

Anyway, at that time I had completely fallen in love with wrestling- hang on one moment before you say that doesn't make much sense.

I know I said I've been a wrestling fan pretty much since birth, but the thing is when I was younger, I didn't love it as much as I thought I did, and being able to have friends and have some sort of happiness and contentedness was what helped me realise how much I loved it even more.

Around 2012 or 2011, my father broke up with his now ex-wife for reasons I will not explain. It felt like my entire life was crumbling in front of me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. So I turned to wrestling even more. The bullying had gotten worse, I had been disowned by my friends, it felt like the entire world was against me, and the only thing I had left and there for me was wrestling. I now know that I could have - and should have - talked to my sisters about what was going on, but I felt that I would have been seen as weak and childish, and that all I was, was a nuisance to them (it turns out I was mainly wrong, thankfully, because they are both so supportive and caring, and yes they may be annoying at times but that's what sisters are like. I'm proud to call them family). At this time, I went back to watching wrestling for as long as I could, and then after a while we were forced to move back to the UK again. This is where I yet again, lost wrestling. I had grown so attached to wrestling that I was heartbroken about not being able to watch it, and it was the only thing I wanted to do at that moment in time, which wasn't helping anyone's case as I just got really moody. Something I loved had been snatched away from me for the second time without any warning, and I was done.At this time, my anxiety started back up again. Everything was falling apart even more (personal family problems that have kind-of been sorted) and without wrestling, nothing felt right. Sure, I had Resident Evil, sure I had my DS, I know we didn't have much but I did have other things, but none of those made me really happy, because yes I was grateful to have anything - and am grateful to have anything - but the only thing that could make me happy was wrestling. I felt lost, and the fact that I was returning back to school again soon made me anxious.

After a while of living with my nan, we finally got a place to stay, where we are still staying now (Imagine living in one place for 7 years... Damn). I started going to secondary school - or high-school for those living in the US - and it was around this time that I started having anxiety attacks. As I said, I was anxious about starting school, and at first it started off okay. I made a few friends, hung out with them a couple of times, helped them in class...

Seems alright, right?

Well, that all soon changed. I once again started getting bullied, because I got head-lice again. You see, I have Iron Deficiency Anaemia (Here's a handy link for you to go check out) and head-lice like the taste of my blood for some reason - which is gross, I get it. I really do. Anyway, I started getting head-lice again, and my father decided that the easiest was to get rid of them was tea tree oil (Which kind-of worked) and keeping my hair greasy. This was when I started getting bullied again. Lots of kids started noticing that I kept going in with greasy hair, lots of them started noticing that I was getting head-lice, and every day I woke up and slowly started having an anxiety attack about going to school, because I knew that I was going to be bullied. I started letting my mental health slip again, which made my personal hygiene slip again, so not only did I smell bad, but I had greasy hair, a greasy face, and lots of spots. You can see why I started feeling bad every single day. It was around this time that I realized that I was (and still am) depressed, and have really high anxiety - both of which I plan to go to the doctor for sometime soon.

Anyway, I was being bullied constantly for the greasy hair, the head-lice, the spots, and it was horrible. Gradually, I started hanging out by myself and not wanting to talk to anyone because I was afraid they would say something really horrible, which is yet again my own fault for not taking care of myself.

Thankfully, I slowly got to watch wrestling again at this time, bit by bit and I was the happiest I had been in a looooong time, after being at school and dealing with everyone there that is. I slowly started staying up late at night to watch wrestling, which took a bad toll on my school work and my school attendance. Not a lot of people know this, but those that live in the UK know that whenever WWE is on, it's from 1 in the morning, to 4 at night. I had to get up from Monday to Friday at 6 in the morning to get up and get ready for school. I could not be bothered though. At this moment in time, wrestling was the main, most important thing for me, because it was helping so much with the bullying, and I NEEDED that escape. After a while, I stopped going to school. I felt so bad that I didn't want to face anyone, and would not talk to anyone unless it was absolutely necessary. I stopped showering for days and only showered when I needed to go out or if I knew someone was coming round.

And then I started drinking energy drinks.

I started staying up late nights to watch wrestling, and started drinking energy drinks to stay awake throughout the night and the day to watch wrestling, usually staying awake for an entire four days then taking a two hour nap before getting right back at it again, with a can of energy drink a day to keep me going.

It felt like the best thing ever, because if my depression was playing up it was all good because I had a can of energy drink, some kind of sugary shit (skittles, chocolate, etc.) or a sausage roll, and wrestling to get me through the day. It finally came to a point where energy drinks started doing more harm than good, more harm than they were doing before, but this time more mental damage than physical damage. They slowly stopped giving me the mood-high that I came to love with drinking them, and if I did get one on that rare occasion, my mood would drop lower and lower after drinking them. Then they stopped keeping me awake. But it had turned into an addiction, and I didn't want to stop drinking them because I kept on thinking and hoping that the next can, the next match would give me another mood high and that I wouldn't feel as bad as I did, but it didn't work. I just kept on getting worse. My depression kept getting worse. My anxiety kept getting worse. And I couldn't handle anything.

It finally got to a point where I started questioning my existence. After a while, I noticed myself rocking back and forth or side to side whilst zoning out, or feeling that I wasn't real, that nothing I feel is real, and that everything was fake. This is a game, and I was a glitch. I was not supposed to happen. I slowly started feeling like I didn't want to live. What was the point, if I wasn't real anyway? It wouldn't hurt. Would it?

This was when I realized that my sisters were going through exactly what I was going through. Of course I'm not going to explain anything further than that for this, because that is far from my place to say anything, and if they want to they will. However, I still felt I was alone. I didn't want to talk to them about it, because even if they understood without knowing, they wouldn't /UNDERSTAND/ if that makes sense - I'm sure it doesn't, but don't really know how to explain this.

At this point, nothing was helping. Not even wrestling. I couldn't remember a time where wrestling hadn't helped, and I felt scared. Terrified, even. Wrestling was my life for as long as I could remember. I was so confused, why wasn't it helping like it always did? Was I losing my passion to becoming a wrestler? Was I losing my passion for wrestling?

I didn't know what to do, and I slipped so far down into my depression again that I felt suicidal, yet again. And I tried to kill myself.

Quick heads up that strangling yourself with a scarf doesn't work. I tried. I feel very ashamed for trying, because I had so much to live for. I have so much to live for. I just can't help feeling how I do though, and how I did.

Anyway, at that time I was alone, and no-one knew that I tried, and between now and then I had only told a few select people that I trusted. A few of them turned out to be traitors, though, and I can only hope and pray that they kept that secret.

After a while, I picked up playing the guitar. I had always been a fan of singing and trying to learn the keyboard (Musical one, not the one I'm using now) and decided that it was finally time to try and learn something new. If wrestling was no longer my passion, there was no use in just sitting there and feeling empty inside all the time. I had been pulled out of secondary school and was now in home-schooling, so I was more lonely than before.

After a couple of days, I stopped trying to learn how to play the guitar. I felt happier, yes, but I also felt a lot worse than I had before. I felt like something had been ripped from my chest, something had been ripped from my soul, from my very being, and after a while I realized that I actually missed wrestling so much that it hurt. So I started watching it again. Right away I got so involved in it again that it made me feel better instantly, it was great. But I still couldn't help but feel like I wasn't supposed to be a wrestler.

Now, here's where we get to the main part of what this article is about.

I have asthma (I may have said this already, if so I'm sorry.) that is so bad, that most days I struggle to even speed-walk from my home to the college which is about a 20 minute walk, and I have iron deficiency anaemia which I may have said earlier. The IDA if it is messing up, when I stand up I get dizzy spells so bad that I feel like I'm going to black out (nearly did once, as I used to have seizures as a kid.), and over the years I've felt more and more as if I'll never be a wrestler, because of those two things. Also hay fever. Imagine trying to wrestle with hay fever. Lovely haha!

Anyway, I felt like I wasn't supposed to be a wrestler, and all of this lasted for about a month. I repeatedly searched for places that I could train, places that I could get to and pay for training, somewhere my father would let me go that isn't some place like London. Unfortunately, I could only find wrestling schools in places like London, Essex, Derbyshire. But none near me. I was so heartbroken at that moment in time, because I felt like we would never be moving from this place, I would never be able to go to wrestling school, I would never be able to wrestle, and that I would have to pursue my other hobby and love - writing.

After a while of feeling like this and giving up on my search to find wrestling schools near me, I started thinking about college. Bear in mind that at this time, I was only 15 when I started thinking about college. I went to the college multiple times, trying to gather information on how to enter college whilst I was 15, trying to figure out a way to be able to. At this time I also thought it'd be a really cool idea to check out the leisure centre near me, which conveniently has a small gym in there (but is always crowded, which would explain why I would never try to go to the gym there. I had - and still have - an anxiety about working out in front of others for some reason. Maybe it's fear of getting things wrong, being taught properly and still getting it wrong? Or maybe it's just the social anxiety? Who knows.) and got turned down for the classes I wanted to take, and got turned down for entering college as I was nearing 16, so would be enrolling in September to join anyway.

At some point throughout all of this, I started going to wrestling training in that exact same leisure centre, and that's when I met my first group of wrestling friends. Unfortunately, I don't speak to/am not friends with most of them now, but three years can change a lot. (I started training with them around 2015 when I was getting homeschooled, then we stopped for a bit and then carried on in 2016, and then all just broke up. Things like this, however, do happen, and are to be expected with some things. It just happens, and there is nothing we can do to change that.). So, I went to the first session after a while of grovelling to my dad to let me go as it was £5-£10 per session - It has been a long time and I cannot remember, sorry - and we'd usually meet up on Sundays to train. On the very first session, I was so scared. My anxiety was kicking in, I started having a panic attack, but we were there to learn the same thing. We all wanted to wrestle, and that's what we were there to learn. We started off with a warm-up, and although I know what we did I do not know the name of the drills so will just have to leave it as a simple "we did the warm up". Now, because it was so long of it, quite a bit of it will be blurry, but I'll never forget that first day.
For now, instead of explaining, I'm going to show you a picture or two, and two videos from that day.
(They will not all be in order. These are not my photos, but I have received permission to use these pictures.)

Me on the first day of wrestling training, being a ball of anxiety

Standard suplex... First of the session!

Second of the session!

... Lord knows what was going on here

Double suplex! If you look close enough you can see three people, not just two! I'm one of them!

My first time taking a suplex didn't go too well...

Waist lock takedown in the process!

Now for the chain wrestling! Collar elbow tie up.

And another one!

Time for the third one :D

More people learning how to do it!

Giving advice and calming our nerves/having a joke about

Me trying with my sibling... I know, your head's not supposed to be down just in case you headbutt each other. One wrong move and I could have ended up with a bloody nose (but didn't ;) )

Now you people on twitter get what I mean when I say I'm a ball of anxiety

Anyway! That's enough pictures for now. The rest, and the two videos will be at the end!

So after that first session, I went home wanting to go back, even though I hurt and ached so much. On the plus side, it was actually helping my asthma. The long (about 15 minutes haha) trek there helped, the warm up flared up my asthma, and other than that I had no asthma attacks, which was a great relief because I thought I'd be having one every other five minutes. Thankfully that wasn't the case.

After a while, it got a bit hard to pay the leisure centre, and it got a bit hard to go to training, as that's just what happens. I'm - yet again - not going to go into full detail as that isn't my place. But after a while, they stopped. Then one by one, people left the group. People stopped talking. Then we were split up. (However that happened over the course of 3-4 years. Every night I would still practise my rolls and say fuck the bumps because I was - and still am - terrified of taking bumps.) However, I still talk to a few of them. A few of them still talk to each other. So I guess we weren't fully broken up, after all.

After a while of not training, it got so hard to go for so long without going to any sessions, so on December 18th, 2016, I went to my first ever live wrestling show at IPW:UK. (Now simply just IPW, I do believe, since being bought by Fight!Nation.) I was so happy, and I didn't know that many, but it was the first time I got to see Will Ospreay. I got to have my picture taken with Cody Rhodes. I got to discover wrestlers that I didn't even know existed due to my not-knowing that there was more that one wrestling promotion out there, which now seems very silly come to think of it. I got to see Livii Grace (who, at that time, was Tenessee Honey), I got to watch Zack Sabre Jr, Jimmy Havoc, Scott Star, Sammy Smooth... And that was the time that I became a fan of all of them, though mainly Jimmy and Scott. They are just so amazing, and one day I'd love to be able to wrestle them, despite how scary Jimmy is.

I'm not going to spoil what happened in the show, so if you want to know you can head over to  ipwuk.pivotshare.com/home and get a range of wrestling and podcasts, not just from IPW for only £4.99 per month! (You're welcome, Billy ;) ... Just kidding :P )

However, when that show had ended, I was so excited, so happy that I got to spend my first ever live wrestling show with my father, so excited to find that there was a promotion close enough that might ACTUALLY have a wrestling school I could go to, I came home and started writing a blog about it. Unfortunately, I got so tired and fell asleep. However, I DID go to their next Supershow, and recorded that one down, and that's how this blog got started I think. I may be wrong. If you want to go read that article, here is the link. Knock yourselves out. :)

So I carried on going to their Supershows, missing quite a few due to money problems, but the ones I did go to, I had the time of my life. I felt like nothing could ever bring me down, and that I must be in heaven. And then the next morning, I wouldn't want to talk to anybody. At all. It's just how it was, I guess, though hopefully it doesn't stay that way.

I continuously begged my father to let me go to wrestling training, I could get the money. I would clean the kitchen for £5 a week, I would clean his friends bike for £10 every other week, I would clean my nans conservatory for gosh knows how much. I could get a part time job to go to training. (Still looking, still not been able to be hired. McDonalds are looking, even though they turned me down last year. Lol.) I wanted this so bad, and was willing to do quite a lot to try and be able to train, if only even for a while. I didn't remember when the last time I trained was, but it was so long ago, and I felt like my soul was being ripped away again as the possibilities of training became slimmer and slimmer. After a while, I got my dad to finally let me go to one in October, and I was so happy. I was going to be able to go to training again. I was going  to be able to ride on the back of a freaking motorcycle for the first time ever.

And then, again, the anxiety hit.

We arrived there on October the 1st, the ideal day for trainees to start their training, and as I walked around with my dads friend, trying to find the right hall, I could feel my heart sinking lower and lower into my chest. Were we at the right place? Were we way to early and I had skipped breakfast for nothing? I was scared. The night before, I had packed up everything except for my training clothes, which I wore the entire bike ride there, and the entire bike ride home, a towel and a bottle of water in my bag, and my oh-so-trustworthy inhaler. Anyways, we finally got to the place we were supposed to be, and there was this lovely woman sat outside, dog training was going on in the hall. I repeatedly turned my mobile data on and off to check twitter, trying to get rid of the anxiety that was building up in my chest. I didn't mean to seem rude, if I was, but I had no idea what to do, what to say, who to expect to be training us, what to expect in training... I was terrified, as I might have said before.

After about 15 minutes of waiting, some other people showed up. I talked to my friend and the woman, and then I cautiously walked over to the people that were practising chain wrestling (lock up, wrist lock, hammerlock, reversal, headlock, I think they went.) and introduced myself. More and more people started turning up, and I felt even more scared. I knew that I would be training with these people, and I knew that we were (nearly) all starting right from the bottom, but it's just like how it was with the previous training. My general anxiety, and my social anxiety was playing up. Out of nowhere, our trainer showed up. (He wasn't late or anything, I just didn't know when to expect him to turn up, what to expect for anything.) My chest tightened, and it felt like my heart was being tightened with it. Our trainer was someone who I looked up to. Danny freaking Duggan.

We went in, did what we had to... I'm not sure if I'm allowed to share anything from the training or not, but we did the drills, warm-up, got to know each other.... We did rolls and bumps.

Rolls, I was ready for. I thought yeah, I'm good at rolls, I can do this. When we did the rolls, it turned out I was a bit rusty, and I whacked my head on the ground at least twice from attempting incorrectly... Doh. But at least I had tried. After a while, we moved on to bumps. Now if you can remember me telling you, I am terrified of taking bumps. A lot of wrestlers have told me that yes, it's not natural, but yes, it comes with time. I really believed (and believe) them, but at that moment in time when it was my turn to take a bump...

I. Freaked. Out.

I could feel my heartbeat and my breathing going faster, I could feel my hands start to shake and my legs feel like jelly, I could feel my mind start to fog up. But then I heard everyone clapping. You know the wrestling clap they do to hype wrestlers up in the ring? (At least I assume it's for that, at least. OR to show moral support. Or both). I felt ready second by second. I could feel my heart pounding even faster, and then out of nowhere, I just attempted it. It was so exhilarating. In any other training session I had, I would not have been able to do that. I would have said nope, and started to cry from feeling so overwhelmed. (That's what years of bottling up emotions will do to you, kids, so don't do it. It's not healthy at all.) and just walk to a corner to breathe and try to calm down. But this time, I had done it. It may have taken a while, yes, but I did it. 

Also, when I say "I did it", I mean I attempted. It was far from perfect, and still needs a lot of work, but it wasn't too bad. My hands didn't go right (I couldn't tell where they were from the momentum of the falling), I breathed in at JUST the wrong time and winded myself, and worst of all I whacked my head. There was a sharp pain going through from my chest to my back, and for a few seconds I felt like I couldn't breathe. The head pain was bearable where I had previously whacked my head in that session, but that didn't matter. After a while of convincing, I tried again, and got practically the same result aside from winding myself, which was an improvement. On the third get-ready for an attempt though, I just got so overwhelmed, and started crying. I literally couldn't do it, and it was too much to handle. I was scared of failing in front of everyone for a third time, and I didn't want them to think I was weak. Though thinking back, I don't think they would have thought that. Anyway, when I started crying a little, none of them seemed to mind, and it lifted my heart quite a bit to hear that I was hitting the mat with such dedication. It felt like some of the years of crying over it, not feeling good enough for it, the passion for it had been justified just a bit by that one comment. I was determined to show everyone that exact dedication during every session, but due to some things going on with that friends bike, I have not been able to go back to a session for a while. That's okay, though, because one day I will be wrestling with IPW. Aim high kids, dream beautifully, and do everything you can to achieve your goals.

After-training session at IPW:UK.

Anyway, after that session, I finally went to the police about something that had been going on with the promoter. Though, I was not alone. I had Mama Neff, and Rae. (Also not right after.)

You see, at that time I was being sexually harassed by the FORMER owner of IPW:UK, current owner of Spotlight Wrestling. However, I can't go into that too much, under police rules.

After posting about it on social media before going to the police for a second time, I had lots of love and support, and it brought so many other people out to come forward and speak up about what had happened to them, and they had love and support too.

However, I just wish that people had listened sooner, so for that I am so sorry. (If they read this, the family will know what I'm on about.)

It showed me that there are some really good people in professional wrestling, but also that there are a lot more bad people than good unfortunately, but without professional wrestling I would not have the friends I do now. IT has brought me out of my shell that tiny bit, and continues to do so. I've made so many great friends along the way and I'm proud to call some of these people my friends, and some of these people my family. So just to say a little thank you... Thank you for always being there. I love you...

(In no order)

• Mama Neff and their wife, who although is not a fan of wrestling, is one of these people... Rae (Both of whom went with me to the police station the first time 'round)
• Penny
• Ben
• Charles
• Trish
• Emma
• Kiarra
• The whole BritWresReview team
• Jayy (If you're reading this, I miss you brother. Please, please contact me.)
• Kennedy
• Kevin
• Lewis
• Emily
• Sam
• Alex
• Scott
• Tanya and Stu
• The Bizzle Family

And anyone else I may have missed.

These past few months have been exceptionally hard, and without their help I would not have made it through. I have been feeling depressed, I have been feeling anxious, I have been feeling suicidal yet again, and if those beautiful, kind-hearted good eggs had not been there to help, I don't know where I would be now

I want to specially thank Mama, Penny, Scott, and Tanya. They have been the most supportive, and have each pulled me out of those deep dark pits of suicidal thoughts, and there's nothing I could ever do to thank you.

So I've been looking forward to working out, and to getting ready to train at wrestling school. I don't know if it's going to be soon, or even if it'll take years, but when that time comes I will be ready.

The reason I wrote this article, was because of this article by Andy Wild, so thank you for giving me the strength to write this out...

I don't know what I would do without British Wrestling.

Here's the rest of the photo's, and the two videos as promised!

Collar/Elbow again :D There's gonna be a few of these

I think that's those done... Now let's move on to seeing each other comfort and reassure each other

Trying a few bumps and showing off

And now for the videos...

And that is that.

Before I go, I'd like to promote some things...

First off, one of the people that are in one of those pictures has a blog, and I'd appreciate if you'd check it out, please and thank you ;) *LINK WILL BE POSTED AT A LATER TIME*
Also, so does one of the other people! How cool! They're both avid wrestling fans so yeah, enjoy ;)

Another thing is IPW. They are a really great promotion. and are currently having a thing with Defiant, which you should totally check out! 

The final thing is my twitter. If you're a really big wrestling fan, and love wrestling, then what's stopping you from following me? :D @FaeLeilani836!

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed, and sorry if it rambles on. I hope you have a good day, and don't forget to share!!