by Tanvir Raquib
When I heard the news, it hit me like a ton of bricks. “How could this have happened?”, I wondered. It was unfortunate; I knew things weren’t looking good after the snafu a few weeks ago, but I didn’t expect this to happen so soon.
The media was also caught somewhat off-guard. People were pointing-and-clicking on their favorite newsboards, quickly scrolling through incredibly distracting advertisements and trying to close the seventeen pop-up-windows that seemingly appeared out of nowhere just to read the confirmation.
It was just so hard to believe.
After a few hours of grieving, I decided that it was time to think about the good times. Memories of sitting on my wonderful couch and watching was I thought was some of the most entertaining wrestling that the world had ever seen. People raved about it far and wide. Some went so far as to say it was the modern version of Bill Watts’ Mid South Wrestling.
Kevin Kleinrock, a man who compares favorably to deities like Jesus Christ, Buddha and Zoroaster, rose up from the ashes of that influential independent that changed the face of professional wrestling to try once again to build the gripping television that would change the new generation of Fall Out Boy enthusiasts forever.
But the ratings were rather unimpressive. It was still remarkable that in this age of debating “Pure Sports Build (i.e. What We Can Learn From UFC)”, this 30-minute breath of fresh air came into our lives, if only for a short while. It amazed us with musicians with stellar commentary skills, the television debut of Ricky Banderas and the New Jack/Chris Hamrick encounter.
So we won’t forget.
And let’s not ever forget the great performances by the likes of Black Label Society, Three Six Mafia and the Clipse, the memorable color commentary of Bret Ernst and the amazing matches that the likes of Luke Hawx, Babi Slymm and Kaos gave us.
This was a tragedy that hit all of us. Waiting for “Two-A-Days” to end just so we could watch a new brand of professional wrestling to counter the likes of Kevin Thorn, CM Punk and Trinity was such a chore, but it was worth it.
You’ll be missed.