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And here’s a photo of the Crown Coliseum during the show. (Credit: Brian M.)

And here’s a photo of the Crown Coliseum during the show. (Credit: Brian M.)

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A Glimpse from the rafters at the Crown Coliseum in Fayetteville, NC before the TNA iMPACT tapings, last night.

Keep your eyes open for a GenMe vs Ink Inc tag match on iMPACT in a few weeks.

A Glimpse from the rafters at the Crown Coliseum in Fayetteville, NC before the TNA iMPACT tapings, last night.

Keep your eyes open for a GenMe vs Ink Inc tag match on iMPACT in a few weeks.

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Me and Dana on Tiki Beach from the beautiful Cayman Islands.

For our 2nd year wedding anniversary last November, we celebrated by going on a 6 night, 7 day cruise through the Caribbean.

My favorite stop was on this beautiful, secluded, white-sand beach. The water was so warm and clear, you could see the fish swimming, and the weather was a perfect 85 degrees. We had our own lounge chairs, and there wasn’t more than forty people there. Warm weather, a gorgeous beach, and my best friend by my side - my idea of a perfect day.

Me and Dana on Tiki Beach from the beautiful Cayman Islands.

For our 2nd year wedding anniversary last November, we celebrated by going on a 6 night, 7 day cruise through the Caribbean.

My favorite stop was on this beautiful, secluded, white-sand beach. The water was so warm and clear, you could see the fish swimming, and the weather was a perfect 85 degrees. We had our own lounge chairs, and there wasn’t more than forty people there. Warm weather, a gorgeous beach, and my best friend by my side - my idea of a perfect day.

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Nick goofing off in the Business Elite section of the cabin on a flight a month or so back. We were treated to seats that folded back into a bed, full size pillows along with blankets, a tasty meal and our very own touch screens with on demand tv and movies. Best flying experience ever.

Nick goofing off in the Business Elite section of the cabin on a flight a month or so back. We were treated to seats that folded back into a bed, full size pillows along with blankets, a tasty meal and our very own touch screens with on demand tv and movies. Best flying experience ever.

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Photo taken last Sunday at Salt Lake City Airport with our good pal Paul London. It’s funny how often we run into wrestling friends at airports because we’re all so busy traveling the world, getting to our next show.

Photo taken last Sunday at Salt Lake City Airport with our good pal Paul London. It’s funny how often we run into wrestling friends at airports because we’re all so busy traveling the world, getting to our next show.

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wrestlerswife:

Bright and sunshining day <3

wrestlerswife:

Bright and sunshining day <3

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This photo was sent to me tonight by my friend Aaron Aguilera, who&#8217;s over in Japan.

Three years ago me and Nick wrestled our first match in Japan at a famous building called the Korakuen Hall. Traditionally all of the foreign wrestlers that come through, sign the wall up stairs. We&#8217;d wrestle in this building several times after.

I really do miss wrestling in Japan.

This photo was sent to me tonight by my friend Aaron Aguilera, who’s over in Japan.

Three years ago me and Nick wrestled our first match in Japan at a famous building called the Korakuen Hall. Traditionally all of the foreign wrestlers that come through, sign the wall up stairs. We’d wrestle in this building several times after.

I really do miss wrestling in Japan.

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"A Trip From Hell"

Saturday night, me and Nick (Jeremy Buck to most of you) were scheduled for a Delta red-eye flight to Orlando for a TNA PPV Sunday night called “Against All Odds.” We were flying out of a local airport in Ontario. A few minutes before the flights departure time, we’d find out that a staff member was sick and the flight was canceled altogether.

After finding this out, I spent 90 mins on the phone and booked the first available flight out of LAX in the morning. Ontario’s airport offered no other flight that would get us there on time. From LAX, we’d have to make a quick stop in Salt Lake City, where we’d stay on the same plane, but eventually get into Orlando at 4:30pm (late, but plenty of time). The normal call time for talent is 1pm on the day of a PPV. We then slept for an hour, when my 3:30am alarm went off and off to LA we went.

Made it to the airport fine, boarded quickly, took our first class seats, sipped orange juice and then an announcement over the planes PA system was made. We were informed that the plane was without a captain, and a new captain who was 75 miles away, was already in route. We were stressing. Two hours passed and finally the replacement captain showed up. We were now looking at an even later arrival into Orlando, not to mention we still had to make a quick stop in Salt Lake to let some passengers off/on the plane. It was okay though, we’d still make it.

Eventually we would land in Salt Lake. Both of us got comfortable - we still had about 4-5 hours to go on the same plane, to get to Orlando. The plane emptied except for a few of us, and then a voice came over the PA system once again, “If you’re flying to Orlando, you need to get off this plane. This plane is not going to Orlando.” What!?!! Me and my brother looked at each other in horror.

We raced to the first Delta agent we saw and were informed that they booked the Orlando flight on a different plane because they didn’t want their passengers to suffer a delayed flight. What!?!? Delayed flight? We just SUFFERED a two hour delay because one of YOUR captains didn’t show up! And last night we suffered a CANCELED flight because one of YOUR staff members was sick! Unbelievable. I then stopped myself from panicking and asked when the next flight out to Orlando was. Don’t remember the exact departure time, but the arrival time into Orlando wasn’t going be until 10:30pm. Thats too late.

Soon after, I found myself in front of the customer service line looking at my watch (iPhone). We NEEDED to get on a plane soon if we were gonna make it. Customer service had nothing to tell me besides bad news. At one point I had Bob Ryder (TNA Travel) on my iPhone in one ear, and a Delta agent on a Delta help-line phone in the other ear. We tried everything. Eventually we finally found a flight on American Airlines, (we’d have to leave the terminal) that would of gotten us into Orlando sometime after 8:30pm. Of course, I grabbed them as soon as I could, because that was better than 10:30pm.

But after much discussion internally with the TNA office, the tough decision to send us home instead, was made. After deplaning and grabbing a ride to the iMPACT zone, we wouldn’t get there till 9:30-10:00pm - most likely even later. That’s not exactly giving us enough time to prepare, and it’s not fair to everyone else involved in the match. Plus, the whole card would have to dramatically be changed.

So, as disappointed as we were, we had to realize we tried our best. Now we just had to hop on a plane really quick and we’d be home in an hour. Easy, right? Wrong. After waiting in line and talking to another agent, we learned that we weren’t going anywhere. There were no open seats on any flights going to LAX, or any other of our local airports until 8:10pm. It was currently around 12pm or 1pm, just to show you how long it’d be. We were so frustrated.

Nick and I spent most of the day “people watching” and eating garbage with our food vouchers we received. Depressed from the days events, we ate Krispy Kreme, burgers and pizza. We made the best of it. We also had fun heckling all of the people who were running through the airport because they were obviously late. “HAHA, look at ‘em go Matt!” Nick would say. Paul London, who was in town for the weekend for Lucha Libre USA, even came by and kept us company for an hour. The three of us had a hilarious conversation with this Terry Funk lookalike. I laughed so hard, I was getting my abs back. Paul really is one of a kind.

At one point around 4:30pm, we had a “hope-spot.” I called an agent and pleaded to be put on an earlier flight home then 8:10pm. She couldn’t believe it, but she found a flight that was leaving in 10 mins, that had two available seats. “Go! Run to gate C10. I can hold the plane if need be. Those seats are yours!” I could see that C10 was quite a-ways-away. Me and Nick then grabbed our bags and we’re running through the terminal, much like those poor people we were heckling minutes earlier. Almost there, we hear over the PA system, “Final boarding call for all passengers traveling to LA.” Just like in the movies! Out of breath, but with time to spare, we made it! I go to the agent at the gate with a big smile on my face and say, “We’re the two guys you’re holding seats for!” With a confused look, the agent tells us that there are NO open seats on this plane. Nick said right as we we’re coming up to the gate, he saw the same agent print two boarding passes for two pretty blond girls. The agent wasn’t very apologetic either. Actually, kind of sarcastic now that I think about it. I remember wanting to super kick his teeth out but maintained my composure.

Anyway, eventually our 8:10pm flight would come. Actually, it wouldn’t be an 8:10pm flight. It would be announced over the PA system that it was delayed until 8:30pm. And then we’d finally board, and learn the plane didn’t have it’s pilots yet. (Sound familiar)? So our 8:10pm flight became a 9:30pm flight.

Eventually, we’d finally touch down in LAX. The same airport we left from earlier that day. After an hour of driving, I’d finally make it to my apartment. Before grabbing my bag, which had contents I didn’t use, out of Nicks car, I said to Nick, “That was a day we will never forget.” He agreed and said it wasn’t only the worse travel day of his life, it was the worse day of his life. I laughed and walked into my apartment to be greeted by my cats. Dana was already in bed.

I’ve never felt such a resistance from something. You can call it extremely bad luck. Or, like both my mom and Brian Kendrick think, it was extremely good luck. Everything happens for a reason.

For some reason, we weren’t meant to be in Orlando Sunday night. Nor home. We were meant to be at Salt Lake City International Airport for over ten hours, making fun of tardy passengers, eating bloated calories and watching the very show we were supposed to be wrestling on, side-by-side on the dirty airport floor.

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I remember riding to a show with the late Chris Kanyon back in 2006 and he said something that has stuck with me ever since. He saw how much fun, me, my brothers and friends we&#8217;re having being independent wrestlers, chasing our dream. He said, &#8220;The ride there is so much more fun than the time there.&#8221; He then talked about how he&#8217;d give anything to be our age again, in the beginning of our careers, trying to make it in wresting. I couldn&#8217;t understand where he was coming from. In my eyes, Chris had done it all. Experienced it all. I didn&#8217;t get it. How could he want to be where we were, when the only thing I wanted at the time was to be where he&#8217;d been? I wanted it more than anything.

In 2004, my parents helped buy me and my brothers a professional wrestling ring. A move that would change all of our lives forever.

We wanted to start a family owned independent wrestling company, so owing a legitimate wrestling ring was a must. We&#8217;d set the ring up out in my parents backyard and train all week long for hours. Most of us had experience with wrestling school, but this is where we all REALLY learned how to wrestle.

Once or even sometimes twice a month, we&#8217;d set the ring up in local buildings such as skating rinks, high-school gyms, bars, hotel convention centers and we&#8217;d host wrestling shows. These small, modest shows would eventually become large, popular events that everyone in town knew about. The entire family was involved. My dad was the MC, my mom and sister always sat front row, my girlfriend Dana (at the time) often tore the tickets/sold refreshments, and of course me, my brothers and friends were the stars of the show. Looking back at those days, thats the most fun I&#8217;d ever had as a wrestler.

My dad told me last week that he was selling the old ring. For the last few years, the poor thing had been neglected, sitting out in a pile, eroding from the weather. All of our lives have just changed so much. Nobody really had time for the old dusty ring anymore. The same ring that could of been heard from a mile away on a daily basis. BOOM! The sound of wooden planks slamming against metal never pleased the neighbors.

I went up to the desert yesterday to say good-bye to the ring that hosted hundreds of our training sessions and wrestling shows. A ring that is covered in my blood, sweat and tears. Literally.

Me, Dustin, Mal and Nick, the same people who set the ring up for the first time 7 years ago, hit the ring for the very last time yesterday. A lot has changed since then. Dustin and I are both married, Mal is engaged and Nick just put in an offer for his first house.

As I shot off the now loosened ropes yesterday, old memories of wrestling in front of 200 people at the Holiday Skating Center rushed through my head. As I took a quick back bump, I remembered tag teaming with one of my childhood heroes, Marty Jannetty at Hesperia High School in that very ring. As I stood alone outside the ring, the last person left, I most importantly thought of the closeness it brought to me and my family. The ring brought a common bond to all of us and along with that, memories that we&#8217;ll never forget.

Now, I&#8217;m a professional wrestler for TNA Wrestling. I&#8217;ve since, traveled the world, met a bunch of my goals, (not all of them) and have enough stories to occupy my senior citizen years.

But my favorite years as a wrestler were the ones from the beginning. The years I spent every weekend in a packed car with my friends and brothers, headed to a local lucha show where we&#8217;d get paid in peanuts. The years I spent running independent wrestling shows in the desert. The years I spent training in my parents backyard in a red and blue, 16x16 foot ring.

Finally, after everything, I now understand what Chris Kanyon was saying. &#8220;The ride there is so much more fun than the time there.&#8221;

I remember riding to a show with the late Chris Kanyon back in 2006 and he said something that has stuck with me ever since. He saw how much fun, me, my brothers and friends we’re having being independent wrestlers, chasing our dream. He said, “The ride there is so much more fun than the time there.” He then talked about how he’d give anything to be our age again, in the beginning of our careers, trying to make it in wresting. I couldn’t understand where he was coming from. In my eyes, Chris had done it all. Experienced it all. I didn’t get it. How could he want to be where we were, when the only thing I wanted at the time was to be where he’d been? I wanted it more than anything.

In 2004, my parents helped buy me and my brothers a professional wrestling ring. A move that would change all of our lives forever.

We wanted to start a family owned independent wrestling company, so owing a legitimate wrestling ring was a must. We’d set the ring up out in my parents backyard and train all week long for hours. Most of us had experience with wrestling school, but this is where we all REALLY learned how to wrestle.

Once or even sometimes twice a month, we’d set the ring up in local buildings such as skating rinks, high-school gyms, bars, hotel convention centers and we’d host wrestling shows. These small, modest shows would eventually become large, popular events that everyone in town knew about. The entire family was involved. My dad was the MC, my mom and sister always sat front row, my girlfriend Dana (at the time) often tore the tickets/sold refreshments, and of course me, my brothers and friends were the stars of the show. Looking back at those days, thats the most fun I’d ever had as a wrestler.

My dad told me last week that he was selling the old ring. For the last few years, the poor thing had been neglected, sitting out in a pile, eroding from the weather. All of our lives have just changed so much. Nobody really had time for the old dusty ring anymore. The same ring that could of been heard from a mile away on a daily basis. BOOM! The sound of wooden planks slamming against metal never pleased the neighbors.

I went up to the desert yesterday to say good-bye to the ring that hosted hundreds of our training sessions and wrestling shows. A ring that is covered in my blood, sweat and tears. Literally.

Me, Dustin, Mal and Nick, the same people who set the ring up for the first time 7 years ago, hit the ring for the very last time yesterday. A lot has changed since then. Dustin and I are both married, Mal is engaged and Nick just put in an offer for his first house.

As I shot off the now loosened ropes yesterday, old memories of wrestling in front of 200 people at the Holiday Skating Center rushed through my head. As I took a quick back bump, I remembered tag teaming with one of my childhood heroes, Marty Jannetty at Hesperia High School in that very ring. As I stood alone outside the ring, the last person left, I most importantly thought of the closeness it brought to me and my family. The ring brought a common bond to all of us and along with that, memories that we’ll never forget.

Now, I’m a professional wrestler for TNA Wrestling. I’ve since, traveled the world, met a bunch of my goals, (not all of them) and have enough stories to occupy my senior citizen years.

But my favorite years as a wrestler were the ones from the beginning. The years I spent every weekend in a packed car with my friends and brothers, headed to a local lucha show where we’d get paid in peanuts. The years I spent running independent wrestling shows in the desert. The years I spent training in my parents backyard in a red and blue, 16x16 foot ring.

Finally, after everything, I now understand what Chris Kanyon was saying. “The ride there is so much more fun than the time there.”

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View from our room.

Currently in a Courtyard 
Marriott in downtown Seattle, annoying Dana to get up so we can go explore the city. Why Seattle? Because a few weeks ago we had a simple conversation that went a little like this.

Me - Hey, let&#8217;s get out of town. We can use my miles. 
Dana - Sure. But where would we go?
Me - You name it. 
Dana - Seattle. 
Me - Okay.

Then we bought our flights. Seriously. Just like that. Godda love spontaneity, eh?

We&#8217;re here only for a quick cup of coffee. Dana has two days off from work, so this is gonna be a quick mini-vacation.

When saying &#8220;quick cup of coffee,&#8221; I&#8217;m not kidding. Today, we&#8217;ll visit Pike Place Market - home of the worlds first Starbucks. As a self claimed coffee connoisseur, you know I&#8217;m thrilled for this. We also plan to do every other touristy thing there is to do in the city. The Space Needle is a must. I practically drove us off the freeway last night when I caught my first glimpse.

As we boarded the plane from LAX last night, Dana and I already began to plan our next trip. Sounds like we&#8217;re going to Alaska next. Lol. We&#8217;ll see? It&#8217;s funny how some people, like us, just feel the need to leave their footprints in places. I want to experience it all. Everything.

We land Thursday night/Friday morning and then I&#8217;m off to Orlando Saturday night for TNA Against All Odds. Often I tell myself that I am no good at anything. Not true. I&#8217;m excellent at flying.

Alright, time to pull the sheets off Dana. I need my morning coffee.

View from our room.

Currently in a Courtyard Marriott in downtown Seattle, annoying Dana to get up so we can go explore the city. Why Seattle? Because a few weeks ago we had a simple conversation that went a little like this.

Me - Hey, let’s get out of town. We can use my miles. Dana - Sure. But where would we go? Me - You name it. Dana - Seattle. Me - Okay.

Then we bought our flights. Seriously. Just like that. Godda love spontaneity, eh?

We’re here only for a quick cup of coffee. Dana has two days off from work, so this is gonna be a quick mini-vacation.

When saying “quick cup of coffee,” I’m not kidding. Today, we’ll visit Pike Place Market - home of the worlds first Starbucks. As a self claimed coffee connoisseur, you know I’m thrilled for this. We also plan to do every other touristy thing there is to do in the city. The Space Needle is a must. I practically drove us off the freeway last night when I caught my first glimpse.

As we boarded the plane from LAX last night, Dana and I already began to plan our next trip. Sounds like we’re going to Alaska next. Lol. We’ll see? It’s funny how some people, like us, just feel the need to leave their footprints in places. I want to experience it all. Everything.

We land Thursday night/Friday morning and then I’m off to Orlando Saturday night for TNA Against All Odds. Often I tell myself that I am no good at anything. Not true. I’m excellent at flying.

Alright, time to pull the sheets off Dana. I need my morning coffee.