But let's get you Dog Lovers caught up, shall we? After a controversial (and painful) loss to Disco Fury on August 28 in Kelowna, I had sixteen days to try and rest my ailing neck (two pedigrees will do that to you), before I was scheduled to put my Okanagan-Interior Title on the line against Friar MacBeth in Enderby. Sunday, September 13 was a busy day, as I was trying to attend a family BBQ hosted by my mark-job (where my oldest daughter, Zoe, got cheated out of a fudgsicle: there will be blood!), then zip up to Enderby to open the show with The Friar, before jetting back to work that night. The life of an indy wrestler can often be anything but laid back!

As you are well aware by now, Friar and I have a long rivalry that dates back to my Thrash Wrestling debut on May 30, 2008; on that night, I was the first wrestler in TW history to actually receive a "Red Card" disqualification, and Friar and I have been beating the snot out of each other ever since. This is now the twelfth time the two of us have met in the ring, although this time we started on the floor: I goaded the challenger into meeting me outside the ring to start this party off right! We brawled all around the Enderby Drill Hall, and I got introduced to the cement wall and a pile of wooden chairs for my efforts.

The fans were split in their loyalties, but my only interest on that sunny afternoon was to head back to Kelowna with my title reign intact. As Friar rolled me into the ring, I forced myself to leap up and cut my opponent off before he was fully in the ring; from there, I targeted his lower back, so as to eventually soften him up for my Okanagan Stampede. If you were looking for a scientific encounter, it was definitely not the opening match to this show: Friar and I were focussed on our usual hard-nosed slugfests that have made this feud so brutally fun for everyone that has witnessed it. I didn't have Big Steve in my corner that afternoon, as he was filling in for Justin Stormland as ring announcer; Steve was joined at the booth by the new interim Commissioner, Todd Labounty. It turns out Mike More has been indefinitely stripped of his Commissionary Position until the Thrash Wrestling Title is honestly earned back from Seth Knight.

But let's focus on what's important right now: me and my title! Things were looking great, as I was humbling Friar with a camel clutch; but Friar slipped free and tried to lock me up in an STF. Luckily, I was close enough to the ropes to escape relatively quickly, but my foe did tweak my ailing left knee in the process. It's no secret that my left knee is a dog-awful mess: everyone knows it by now. Back and forth the match raged, as Friar really started wrenching my left knee ... and just because he wants to hurt me as much as I want to hurt him, he also worked the right knee for added measure. I refocussed my efforts on MacBeth's ribs and lower back, grinding things down with a reverse-style bearhug ... which my wife found "disturbing," but it wore the challenger down, and that's what counts! Friar fought back and nearly finished me with a Catatonic Slam (remember "Wildcat" Chris Harris? Of course you don't, but that was the spinning slam he used to do, a million years ago.), but I got a foot on the ropes. I countered an attempted Deep Friar (reverse suplex into a stunner) by driving my opponent into the corner, but Friar countered the ensuing charge in the corner with a boot to the face; I tried to shake it off and charged again...into another boot to the face. Staggering backwards, I was about to be clotheslined by MacBeth, but I surprised him with a spinebuster for a two-count. At this point, we were both battered and exhausted, and were just throwing Haymakers (which reminds me: check out the new Whisky Dick website, when you are done reading this column!) to try and finish the job.

I had The Friar down and slapped him in the face, to add insult to injury. Big mistake, as he fired up and came at me full-bore. It looked grim for your hero, as the challenger set me up for a second Deep Friar attempt ... and that's when Big Steve left the announcer's booth and came to ringside to yell at the challenger! Friar lost his focus for a moment, but that's all I needed: I surprised him with a headbutt to the midsection, following with the Okanagan Stampede (Oklahoma Stampede) for the three-count. Your Okanagan-Interior Champion retains the title!

Rumor has it that The Friar has already disputed my victory, and Commissioner Labounty might not be overly impressed with Big Steve implicating himself in the finish of the match. The way I see it, Thrash Wrestling should be thankful Steve stepped up to the plate to replace Justin at the announcer's booth, and besides: a loser's scorn is sour grapes. As with any championship, there are backstage dealings going on, and if I have my way, this feud with The Friar will come to a thrilling conclusion ... but the end result won't be apparent until the next Thrash Wrestling event: another afternoon matinee, on October 31. I will have more than a few Hallowe'en tricks up my sleeve for that event, I guarantee you!

Until next time, Sugar Addicts.

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