“Sometimes we just get bored and decide to see what someones blood looks like” – Chris Renfrew
When I interviewed Chris Renfrew back in July, it was more of an informal chat with a sound cunt. Even sound Renfrew carries a certain degree of menace, but he’s a personable guy. Articulate, easy going and clearly very passionate about the wrestling business. That’s the every day Renfrew you’ll encounter a lot of the time. A guy who has a lot of time for fans, and perhaps even a moment to spare for humanity in general. He’s a man who endeavours to give everything he can to wrestling, but doesn’t let it consume him. Essentially a good cunt. Continue reading →
BT Gunn was once the top dog in Scottish Wrestling. Before my time following it, he was the guy. Every single top company in the country bar BCW saw fit to put their title on him because they knew his adaptability combined with that air of unpredictability he carries would lead to top quality main events. Its a simple formula really. In companies where storylines aren’t all that important as you’re moving from town to town all the time, its all about match quality, and no one compares to BT Gunn when it comes to that. Not just the quality of the matches in a wrestling sense, but the way his work draws ye in. There isn’t a type of wrestling he can’t do Continue reading →
Its week 3 of the 4 week Fringe run and much like how ICW have kept it fresh and rotated the roster a bit throughout the run, I’m gonnae write this review a wee bit differently to my usual. Minimal slang, maximum patter (I know I just used “gonnae” but….fuck up right, I’m new at this) Sometimes I think theres people think I write with a lot of slang patter cause I’m some idiot who can’t tie his shoelaces, and when asked if he knows how to “fuse a plug” responds with “fuse it wae whit?” . I can write without it, but its a lot more fun writing with it. I’m sacrificing my own personal enjoyment to write this in a more relatable way to everyone, and if that disnae get me a handjob in the bogs at the next show, fuck knows what will. 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 →
I wasn’t ready. Was anyone? It’s too fuckin much. He can’t go. Whit in the name of fuck are we supposed tae dae now? Fergal Devitt wisnae an import. That’s the thing about it. He might not have been on every show, but he wis a member of the ICW roster. Ingrained intae the fibres of the place, just as much as a Joe Coffey spinning lariat, or Jester fishin somecunts eyeball out wae that corkscrew. On a personal level Devitt vs Wolfgang was the match that re-ignited my childhood passion for wrestling, and turned it back intae an all consuming, at times heart wrenching saga and for that I’ll always be grateful. It was only my second ICW show, and it persuaded me that ICW was something I needed tae see more of and since then, wrestling has been the one. For better, or worse. In sickness (so much fuckin sickness) and in health, till death do us part. I took wrestling’s hand again that night, and it took mine. He can’t be fuckin gone. Mind the BT Gunn match anaw? The chops. Aw the fuckin chops. Another work of art, and Surprise Devitt remains one of the best moments of my humble existence. I wis on the floor I’m told. I cannae mind it myself, cause I blacked oot briefly, but I’ve been told his presence on the top rope that night reduced me tae human rubble. It’s all done now. The thing that provided so much beauty, sometimes through flawless wrestling, and always through that endless array of abs the cunt seems tae have, is no more. His journey with ICW is at its end. So d’ye know whit? Before I attempt tae string together some shit about what was imo the strongest ICW show of the year from top to bottom, I just wantae say thanks. Thank you Fergal Devitt for being so incredible at what you do. A lot of folk are worried that he’ll get lost in the shuffle in WWE, but they need not be concerned. If he’s as good as we think, he’ll be absolutely fine. Cause true talent always rises. Always has, always will. Unless there’s some kind of howling element about yer personality (for example, shaggin wee dugs…a la Dave Batista) if ye’ve got the talent, it’ll happen.
Newcastle for fuckin wrestling eh? Whit are we even daein? Is this real? Before London I’d been to England once in my whole life, and it wis purely so I could give it the middle finger when we got tae the border. Fuck England. Independence now ya pricks. Nigel Farage is a re-incarnation of Hitler, and that 5 chinned BNP cunt looks like a taxi driver you’d suspect of fingerblastin his passengers against their will. Whit dae ye even call that cunt again? Nick Clegg! Thats the wan. Aye…fuck him.
I jest though, England’s lovely if ye don’t mind English people, and eh…wrestling’s good! ICW’s taking over the fuckin world anaw. First Glesga got conquered, now Edinburgh gets pumped repeatedly, London got sold out and pillaged for everything worth having, and now Newcastle’s gettin fuckin invaded. London had a few of the diehards doon, but Newcastle’s getting flooded wae disorientated, drunk Scottish folk. Absolutely swarmin the place in the name of grapplin and good times. I really hope I meet one of The Geordie Shores, and if Peter Beardsley disnae tweet me back about catchin a pint wae him and either Ant or Dec (the wan wae the biggest foreheid, I think thats Ant) I’m gonnae be raging. So if ye like Jimmy causin Havoc, The New Age Kliq slingin hunners ah kicks (this is awful patter, I’m truly sorry) and eh…..Fergal fuckin Devitt. ICW – Jimmy Nails Revenge has got it aw. Ye still no planning on coming? Newcastle too far away is it? You’ve got work on Monday. Excuses mate. Fuck work, fuck yer bellyachin, just fuckin shut up and get tae Newcastle.
Fuckin Edinburgh mate. I’m sorry if kickin aff wae “fuckin” wis unsettling for ye, but its best out there now, I promise I’ll no dae it again, tae the next paragraph at least. So Edinburgh. Been gettin acquainted wae it more and more since ICW are there aw the fuckin (aw ffs, thats the last time but, swear down) time noo, and I pretty much follow these cunts. We are wrestling supporters, faithful through and through. Its no bad. I feel like I’ve become more used tae the pace Embra folk go at and after gettin bumped intae quite a lot initially. I think its almost a warning for outsiders. They can smell it aff ye. Ye no used tae Edinburgh now? There a wee shoulder barge for ye. If ye can survive the initial shoulder barge barrage yer wecome back. Simple as that.
So Ayr’s a lovely toon eh? I know it’s a tad unusual tae start a wrestling review praising the toon the show was held in, but I hadn’t been tae Ayr since I wis a wee yin, and let me tell ye, it’s a delight. The kind of place ye could see yersell strolling through the main street, arm in arm wae yer one true love, hauf bottle of yer finest Blue MD in yer back pocket, headin tae the Toon Hall for a wee bit of the wrasslin. Unfortunately I had nae true love, or MD with me on this expedition, but I did have my driver and I did have a wrestling show at the Toon Hall tae attend. A wrestling show which contained a mixture of the best in UK Talent, and the physical anomaly known as Uhaa Nation. Uhaa fuckin’ Nation. A marvel of a man. I swear, this cunt is a bawhair aff 300 pounds, and we saw him dae a double standing moonsault in what felt like one motion. I dunno if I’ll ever get over that tbh, but before that we had some other guys daein some very entertaining things indeed. Wantae hear about them? Who am I askin. Ye widnae have clicked the link if ye didnae, so mon in n I’ll tell ye eh.
I fired a few questions at Chris Renfrew before Still Smokin a couple of months back. It was supposed to be part of another blog I was writing, but I’ve no had the time to go back and finish it and now hauf of it isnae relevant. I thought the answers here were worth putting up on their own though, so aye. Here they are. 5 Questions wae Chris Renfrew.