Over the past couple of days I have sat down countless times trying to write this blog concerning my thoughts on this weekend's
CHIKARA events in Canada, specifically in Vaughan when Jagged and myself will challenge for the Campeonatos de Parejas.
I sit down and attempt to type out my thoughts, to get it all out, only to end up staring at a blank page.
I could write up countless cliches and catch phrases but at the end of the day, the time for talk is done. All the matters is when the
bell rings this Saturday night just outside Toronto. Winning 2 falls: that's all that matters.
I need to hear Gavin declare that 3.0 are the NEW Campeones of CHIKARA. That moment, that validation is all that matters.
Winning the championship is all that matters. Having that to hold onto for the rest of my life is all that matters.
We have worked for ten long years and that special moment is ours to take, to hold, to savor on Saturday night. F.I.S.T.,
this weekend, the Jag Man and myself are coming to Vaughan to claim the Campeonatos de Parejas and to claim the moment
we have worked for, sweated for, sacrificed for since the day we first laced up our boots.