Neff asks whether comedic heels are taken seriously enough, using Damian Dunne to show that they can often be criminally underrated.
With Jack Sexsmith seeming to lose his temper with fluff questions in a new interview, what’s next for the Pansexual Phenomenon, and just how did it come to this?
Will Ospreay and Jimmy Havoc forgot about Paul Robinson, content that he was no longer a threat, no longer an adversary or aid, no longer relevant. They found out that they were wrong.
Apparently, we’re back with a vengeance, because it’s 1am when I’m starting this piece, and I’m angry. I try not to be angry a lot; it’s not a good look for me, because at 4’11”, being femme, and using a mobility aid, it’s like that chihuahua on the street yapping at the rottweiler – you know who’s coming off worst if that comes to a fight, and you know, too, that the big dog just doesn’t give a fuck.
On the tenth anniversary of becoming disabled, Neff talks about their discussions with Jimmy Havoc, 364 days after they first had a proper conversation. And wishes him a happy birthday into the bargain.
A disappointing night at Bush Hall means that Fight Club: Pro see their rating drop from one of the highest, to the lowest mark so far given. How does that happen?
Using ‘The World of Wrestling’ by Roland Barthes, we explore the idea of what a wrestler should be, and who might be the platonic ideal of a wrestler, with a heavy bias towards those the author enjoys.
[Content note: rape, ptsd]
Wrestling isn’t saving my life, but it is changing how I view men, and how I feel about trusting them.
ACW at Keeton’s Hall in Bermondsey, south-east London, was the first small show I’d been to, the first village hall show, where the ring skirts don’t meet the floor, and the air conditioning is some fans that appear to be haphazardly stuck to the walls. It was also the first family-friendly show I’d been to, and Emmy and I spent much of the journey trying to think of ways to edit the chants we’d used the weekend before at Progress so we weren’t swearing our heads off every five seconds.
A week after Progress, I went to a completely different sort of wrestling – a family-friendly event in Bermondsey, south-east London, in the early afternoon. How did it measure up to the bigger promotions I’ve been to?