I quit pro wrestling, went “normal,” and spent my days handling puppies while I tried to clear my head. Then my wife Ashley hit me with the truth: I still had the stories, I still had the itch, and maybe it was time to stop telling them only at...

One loud moment can teach you more than a year of training, especially when it ends with “we no longer need your services.” We’re back in 1994 for a stretch of territory hopping that takes us from Smoky Mountain Wrestling TV to the USWA loop th...

The first time a crowd goes quiet can be the loudest sign that wrestling is about to change. We’re back in Smoky Mountain Wrestling territory for March and April 1994, when I step into a fresh masked tag gimmick as one of the Infernos and end u...

He worked the same opponents night after night, got twisted into holds he couldn’t escape, and still went home thrilled because someone handed him fifty bucks and another chance to learn. That’s the early reality of Smoky Mountain Wrestling in ...

He quits a wedding reception early to catch a wrestling show, walks down an armory stairwell, and accidentally runs into the person who opens the door to his entire career. That’s the moment I keep coming back to as I tell the real origin story...