Comments from Kyle Cassidy of EWF Tag Team Champons Last Kings of Scotland

January 9^th,  2010.   A date that will NOT live in infamy.  No, that date will live in the bottom of my heart, seething and boiling and burning until I make things right again.

Over the last year, the Last Kings of Scotland have gone from two likeminded individuals with a dream to becoming an undeniable force in independent wrestling.  In every building in every organization in every state we have made an unforgettable impression.  We have crushed our enemies, seen them driven before us, and heard the lamentation of their women.  But no matter where we went, no matter what we accomplished, no matter what “best wrestlers of the year” lists we made, there was one mountain we knew we had to climb for any of it to mean something.

The Extreme Wrestling Federation is where I got my start as a professional wrestler.  We looked at the tag division there and saw a roster full of thrown together pairings with no passion for the ART of tag team wrestling.  And when Josh and I united to take the wrestling world by storm, I knew that we had to take the EWF tag team championships and show the fans that our brand of destruction was unchallengeable.

So we did exactly that.  I remember SO clearly hearing the ref’s hand slap the mat three times and knowing that all our hard work had been worth it.  We are the best and most dangerous team of professional wrestlers alive and we proved it the night we won those belts.

Since then Hurricane has tried every underhanded trick in his arsenal to dethrone the Kings.  He’s done it all- forced us to defend the belts in unscheduled matches, pitted us against legends like Brutus Beefcake and Road Dogg, and signed new talent specifically to try to take our championships.  Every time we’ve proven to be just too smart and too talented to be beaten.  We’ve been champions now for nine months, longer than any team in recent memory.

Which brings us to January 9^th.  The Last Kings of Scotland versus the Young Gunns.   A new tag team so hyped up and on such a hot streak in the world of independent wrestling that they were handed a title shot on their first night with the company in their hometown.  But that’s not why that night is so important. 

For on that night, for the first time since my first day of training, I felt fear within a wrestling ring.

It sounds absurd, I know.  After all, who are the Young Gunns but a pair of wannabe underwear models in cute little matching green lingerie?  A couple of college kids with gel in their hair and clean chins?  It was the attitude we carried with us into the match, and it nearly lost us everything.

They’re good.  They don’t look it, but they’re good.  They’re in great shape, they’re quick as bullets and hit about has hard as bullets, too.  And while we gave as good as we got, they put the hurt on us worse than anyone we’ve ever faced.  And as I laid on the mat, watching Greg Glover hurting my best friend while the crowd roared in approval, a chill ran up my spine.  My mind flashed to horrific images… The Young Gunns holding high OUR championship belts… a sea of unappreciative EWF fans mocking our loss… the Last Kings of Scotland being made fools before they could cement their legacy as the two greatest professional wrestlers to ever stand in an EWF ring.  And I made a decision.  People may judge me for it if they like, but I wrapped my fingers around Greg Glover’s neck and I squeezed so hard I saw his eyes bug out and his face turn purple.  I won’t lie and say it didn’t feel good, but I did it for a good reason.

That match wasn’t fair.  We’d never faced the Gunns before.  We’d never so much as seen a tape.  And Hurricane threw them at us knowing full well that they were as good as we were.  At least when we faced Beefcake and Road Dogg we knew we had our work cut out for us.  But January 9^th was the most underhanded curveball Hurricane has ever thrown us.  And I forced the referee to disqualify us so that when we face the Gunns next, it will be on OUR terms.  It hasn’t been made official, but I’m sure Hurricane will make the rematch for the next show.

And make no mistake, we will be ready.  We’ve been spending hour upon hour in a gym, getting stronger and faster and more explosive every day.  We’ve been training like animals in the ring.  We’ve watched every single match the Gunns have ever had in front of a camera.  The Last Kings of Scotland that the Young Guns find themselves across the ring from on March 13^th are going to be more dangerous, more focused, and more prepared than they or anyone in the EWF has ever seen before.  If our opponents bring their A-Game, and I suspect they will, anyone who buys a ticket to that show is going to see a match worth telling their grandchildren about.

But the only way we’re getting pinned on March 13^th is if one of them distracts the referee while the other pulls out a gun and shoots both of us through the heart.  Greg Glover, Brian Nelson… you’ve gone and pissed off the Last Kings of Scotland.  And on March 13^th, your safety is not guaranteed.