Pride will welcome the first band of post independence war criminals to its venue in Bridgeton on Saturday, as the infidels filter in to hide from the protectors of the realm and probably watch some wrestling tae I suppose. That’s what we are now eh? War criminals. The marginalised minority, but what’s that got to do with wrestling I hear you ask? Well….fuck all really. I thought it would act as a catchy topical hook, before we explain how brilliant PRIDE will be on Saturday, and how you should all go there and enjoy it with yer eyes, ears and any other senses you fancy engaging with. Did it work? Did it draw ye in? The nation was divided by all that referendum patter, but do you know what unites us all? Wrestling. Well…it unites all the wrestling fans anyway, and pop culture references always make for top class wrestling show names, so of course, calling it “We Love It When A Plan Comes Together” was a smart move. Now the conspiracists are asking “was the plan a ‘no’ vote all along?” but they need tae shut the fuck up and think about….
I’ll no lie. I was a wee bit apprehensive about approaching Damo to do an interview. Continue reading
The Garage has become a wee bit iconic for ICW. A lot of big shit has gone down in that place, probably including it being the place where a lot of the roster got their first smelly finger. I truly believe its the only place in Glesga where I widnae be totally ashamed to whitey on the dancefloor. It just seems like the place for whitey. I mean that in a nice way, but I’m no entirely sure what part of that could be considered nice in any way, shape or form. Either way, we were back. Ending the run of 6 shows in 6 weeks, and 7 shows in 8 weeks if ye include the London show. Know what mate? That’s a lot of fucking shows. I’m tired. It’s been fun, but please never dae this again. Unless its at an all seater stadium, with a mini fridge full of absinthe and liquid tramadol (aka heroin) at everyone’s disposal. Cause my brain and legs are fuckin sare. Continue reading
So this fringe run has been a fuckin blast. I’m no gonnae bore ye with a huge long drawn out intro, ye know the score. Want to read about the first three shows? Dae that here, here and here. Want to read about this yin? Look below. Jackie Polo was back on commentary, and back treading that fine line between garnering excellent heel heat and plainly being a bit of a wank by mocking Lionhearts wee video of him doing a few push ups. I dunno whit side of the fence yer on about Polos actions, and if ye think theres a line that shouldnt be crossed when it comes to gaining heel heat, but theres nae denying it was a stroke of bad bastardin genius. But anyway, ICWs 50th show, starting out with what would most likely be the best wrestling match on the card. Continue reading
Is there any other promotion in the world that contains a guy who can get a crowd hot by walking fae one end of the ring to the other? Theres a certain genius about having 200-300 people gripped by you fuckin….walking. Continue reading
As per usual wae the aftermath of a big house party, there’s a lot tae contend with. First and foremost, everycunt’s hungover. Even those who did not partake in any alcohol or swedge consumption are suffering. I spent all of Monday lying motionless in a sweaty heap, while my pal whiteyed in my toilet, cause Sunday just…I dunno. It done that tae ye. It took every single ounce of energy you could muster, then booted you hard in the chest, rendering ye a pile of useless flesh…in the best way possible. DNA and a bone structure, thats all you are now. Maybe thats all ye ever were. The point is, Shugs House Party wasn’t the best wrestling show ICW have put on this year, but it was…momentous. A special night for the company and for everyone who gives a fuck about it, and its taken me a gid 24 hours just tae let it all sink before trying to put words on it that make any degree of sense. Continue reading