When I walked through the doors of The Wrestle Factory, my first thought was: ďWow, Iím here.Ē This is the apollotheater.org of professional
wrestling. Where dreams are born and legends are made. Once upon a time, this is where a nascent Eddie Kingston, Hallowicked and ďSweet n' SourĒ Larry Sweeney
learned and perfected their craft. All heroes of mine...all Wrestle Factory graduates.
When Worldwide Media Development Corporation bought CHIKARA back on January 3rd, 2011, I thought it was a dumb move on their part to divorce it from
the Wrestle Factory. But now I'm glad. I'm glad there is a place to go free of the oversight of certain bureaucrats and their flunkies. And that place
creates the most well-rounded and the best-trained professional wrestlers on the planet.
The Factory is a no-nonsense sort of place, nothing fancy, nothing glamorous. Just get in the ring and
learn from the best. I was nervous. While my 100% Greek bloodstream keeps me looking and feeling 20 years younger than I actually am, Iím no spring chicken. But
in a few short days, I have to get in the ring with an ACTUAL professional wrestler, so I better learn as much as I can. My life depends on it.
Itís been very hard, Iím not going to lie. Getting up and doing cardio, push-ups, squats and crunches, and drinking gross smoothies is not my idea of a morning. (Sleeping
is.) Right now Iím in the ring four days a week, and I am learning a ton. But itís nowhere near enough time. With just 11 days until "Aniversario: Never Compromise," there is
still so much left to learn.
Hallowicked has been amazing. I donít understand a word he says, but he is able to clearly communicate all the major points of the fundamentals.
He is a patient and understanding teacher, but he is pushing me hard. Despite my size, I am learning ways I can defend myself.
You spend four days a week in a ring, and your body starts to get used to the pain. You get used to hitting the ropes, you get used to hitting the mat. The
physical strain and pain is just part of what is expected. I might feel almost-ready for the physical pain. The worst part about this match though will be the
humiliation. But I guess I donít have a choice, right Wink?
Green Ant has been a huge supporter, teaching me new stuff all the time, texting me strategies, and blasting inspirational music. But Iíll never remember
all this stuff, itís like cramming for an exam. I know what heís thinking, the more he shows
me, the more ammo Iíll have for this war. Itís very noble, and Green Ant is also an amazing teacher. You can tell why he was a prized pupil of The Master of A
There was a day when I actually thought about walking out. My skin blue and purple from the ropes, my head dizzy from hitting the mat, my elbows and
knees raw from scraping the canvas over and over again. I thought I was done. Thatís when Saturyne took me aside. She asked me, if I think this is hard, imagine what she went through, the ONLY girl
ever to complete the training regimen. She had to put up with immeasurable roadblocks. I wonít go into details, but it made me realize I was feeling sorry
for myself. I couldn't help but feel inspired when the young luchadora showed me some secrets on how she uses her smaller size to her advantage.
Maybe I've lived life irresponsibly. Maybe I have a big mouth. If Iím going to make comments, jokes, snide remarks, quips and zingers I guess I better
be ready for the consequences. Is that the lesson you want me to learn, Wink?
For me, I just don't see how things can get any worse. At the end of my match on June 2nd, I will be broken and beaten. It will be humiliating knowing the
world is watching as I try to remember what I can from all these training sessions. I can't imagine how it could be more humiliating knowing what is in store for me at The Troc.
If you think about it, though, it is not at all the kind of humiliation that Jakob Hammermeier has endured these last few years at Donst's side. The abuse I am going to take from
Tim Donst might last just a few minutes. Long, painful minutes, but that's nothing like what you've endured, Jakob. I know we've never really seen eye-to-eye, Jakob.
To say we've had "our differences" would be the understatement of the month. But at the end of the day, you and I are just two dudes that love professional wrestling.
I took my potshots at Tim Donst, and maybe in the eyes of some, I have earned the beating I am going to take next Sunday. But what did you do to deserve the treatment you've gotten from
Tim Donst? The verbal abuse. The betrayals. What did you do to deserve having your head shaved bald not once, but twice? Donst took just one of my lovely locks and I can barely
express how that felt...so I don't even want to know what was going through your head and heart when this happened:
..and as if that wasn't enough? Then this happened in Georgia:
No matter how many ring hours I put in these next 11 days, I am not going to be anywhere close to ready for a match against Tim Donst. If you don't
like the things I say when I've got a microphone and a forum, then you probably believe that I deserve what's coming my way at "Aniversario: Never Compromise."
But Jakob, you didn't deserve this. You DON'T deserve this. I've called Tim Donst a lot of names in Season 12, some fair, some not-so-fair. But listen to me,
man: Tim Donst is not your friend.