Less Early Learning Centre, more late to the party.
ICW: Shugs Hoose Party
So last night (Sunday July 27th 2014) was my first live ICW event. Sold out 6 weeks in advance with nothing announced, Shugs Hoose Party felt like it had to be pretty special.
I’ve been attending local wrestling events for almost 2 years now, however ICW is a level above the rest in Scotland just now, purely for the spectacle they put on. They have a bit of everything, even it it meant waiting a few hours to see Jack Gallagher and Joe Coffey perform a spectacle that made everyone forget about this being other than a wrestling show.
As much as this was my first ICW show, I’ve been following the ‘product’, a term I fucking hate yet it’s very appropriate, for almost the same 2 years I’ve been attending shows.
The show opened with Simon Cassidy and the ever hilarious Billy ‘Fucking’ Kirkwood, It might be a legit middle name in honesty. Despite being plagued with radio mic issues, he had everyone in stitches while also letting everyone know that Dr Sean David had moved on from ICW which received a nice ovation. It’s great when someone with a passion for wrestling and comedy can actually combine both loves, Billy really does a sterling job on the commentary for ICW.
Anyway, on with the show.
Liam Thomson, Carmel in tow, opens the show with an unscheduled appearance to address his opponent, and former tag partner, Kid Fite. This was a segment that I really loved. Thomson made his disdain for Glasgow very apparent, even though I got the impression the crowd wasn’t that Glasgow heavy. He made it clear he wasn’t hanging around for 2 hours to have his ‘I Quit’ match so he wanted Kid Fite, right now.
Never one to back down from a challenge, Fito was soon on the scene. Thomson however, quickly left the ring and continued to antagonise Kid Fite from outside the ring. Thomson soon made his way up the ramp and promptly announced,”I Quit.” This drew a great response from the crowd as Thomson really did come off as a total shitebag. No one was more pissed off about this than Kid Fite, so he assured us he’d get his hands on ‘That wee shitebag’ before the end of the night.
Brilliant. This was so well played by everyone involved and hyped up the inevitable match taking place later in the night. This was one of the few occasions where the Heel pussying out of a match was made logical which also had the benefit of making sure the crowd would be hot for their encounter later on in the night.
Simon Cassidy, honestly it was his fault, was back in the ring to introduce us the first scheduled match of the evening.
Zero-G Championship
Mark Coffey (c) vs Solar
Mark Coffey made his entrance to a good response despite being a member of Polo Promotions and certainly not the good guy in this bout. However, ICW has a crowd that purely respects those who can go and put on a great show. Mark Coffey certainly falls into that category.
Mark Coffey proceeds to inform us that, once again, Solar is unable to compete. This is something that has been going on for months now stemming from one time where Solar legitimately was unable to compete. Coffey continued to tell us that he was still the REAAAAAL ICW champion and that he was the BEST IN THE…
Cue Cult of Personality.
Now, no one legitimately believe this was going to be CM Punk, in fact, I’m pretty sure everyone knew what to expect. Wee M Punk/CM Toal, whichever you prefer, looked fucking amazing. You’d think that people would be tired by the act at this point, but being my first time live, it was amazing.
The thing that made this segment was Polo Heyman. If you saw his promo last week, Jackie Polo can do some braw impressions. This one topped the lot. He had the the outfit and the Heyman stride to match, all of which came to an end as he was was telling the Ladies and Gentlemen about his client, CM Punk… who was promptly kicked square in the mush and pinned by Mark Coffey.
Polo then reverted to his usual self, telling us about Mark Coffey being the real ICW champion. This however was interrupted by the arrival of Solar. It was game on, and it was good.
Solar was pumped for this chance to get his hands on Coffey and the Zero-G championship. From the off, Solar was super aggressive, something I hadn’t really saw from him before. This continued until Coffey was able to fight him off and leave the ring. This resulted in a fantastic chase spot which ended up with a Solar Suicide Dive onto Coffey and the barrier. Back in the ring, Solar had a near fall, which was really as close as he would get. Coffey started to take control, using his size advantage superbly. The pace was slowed significantly as Coffey just chopped, punched and kicked away at Solar before landing a couple of sweet Leg Hook Back Suplexes. Solar kicked out of both and finally landed a sweet DDT from the top rope. That however still wasn’t enough and Coffey soon put him away with the Pump-handle Slam.
Your winner by pin-fall and still Zero-G Champion: Mark Coffey
It was a fantastic back and forth encounter. I did get the impression that most of the crowd hadn’t really seen enough of Solar to believe he had a chance of winning. Coffey was as impressive as ever. He’s only gone from strength to strength since his tour in Zero-1 last year.
Next up, it was the rather solemn looking Bucky Boys accompanied by The Wee Man and Kay Lee Ray. The Wee Man had some braw patter about winning gold in the women’s freestyle judo on Buchanan Street earlier today but told us he also had some shite news for us. Passing the mic to Davie who gave an update on his injured knee, that he was healing well, however they were being made to Vacate their Tag Team championships.
Enter the NAK, Card Subject to Change, Fuckers. Renfrew gets on the mic to remind everyone that they were never beaten for the Tag titles and that they wanted them back, that’s all. It was just up to the Bucky Boys if they wanted to hand over the titles now or beaten to a bloody pulp for them.
Wolfgang’s music played at some point during this, I got the impression he wasn’t showing up after what happened at the last event with NAK beating him within an inch of his life. Not content with that, they showed us a video of Wolfie being attacked at La Cala Bar, which he runs with his faither. The clip ended with sickening kerb stomp from what looked like BT Gunn signalling that Wolfie wouldn’t be turning up.
Despite this, The Wee Man had his usual comedic retort and informed the NAK that Kay Lee Ray would take Davie Boy’s place and that the match was on.
ICW Tag Team Championship
Stevie Boy & Kay Lee Ray vs BT Gunn & Chris Renfrew
You can guess what happened next. It was brutality. Now, this can’t be made clear enough. The NAK are total cunts and they’re excelling at being so. I can’t remember much of the match that followed this segment because I actually felt awful for the Bucky Boys and KLR. That’s how effective these guys are, I can’t praise the work they’ve done highly enough. Justifiably #FuckingHeel
The flow of the match was great though. So much domination by the NAK from the start with several little hope spots for Stevie and Kay Lee before being cut off time and again. Adding insult, nay, injury to injury, Davie Boy eventually tried to make the save but simply ended up having his already injured knee torn to shreds. Some of the highlights was a double suicide dive by Stevie and Kay Lee as well as a fantastic Somersault Plancha by Stevie Boy. However, nothing will remain as vivid in my mind as BT Gunn delivering what is simply the greatest super-kick I’ve ever seen to Kay Lee Ray.
Your winners by pin-fall and New ICW Tag Team Champions: The New Age Kliq
I can’t convey how horrible all of this felt to me. I felt like the cunt telling Jim Cornette and the Funks it was still real to him, dammit. As you can imagine, a post match beat down occurred.
Stevie Boy’s chest was now glowing the same shade as Kay Lee Ray’s hair (as if you didn’t know, BT Gunn chops as hard as he kicks) and the beat down continued ending with The Wee Man having his face double stomped into the mat by Darkside. The NAK left carnage in their wake and they left the scene much different than they found it.
Wee mention here, Dickie Divers was also involved.
We had a wee chance to cool down as we were greeted by ICW founder and owner Mark Dallas and his Conscience, Chris P Toal. Who looked really similar to CM Punk from earlier in the night… After some coaxing, we were informed that ICW will be back at The Garage on August 31st before aiming for a new landmark by running the Barrowlands on November 2nd for ICW: Fear & Loathing VII.
Now, even though they’ll be around the 2000 capacity mark for this, I get the feeling it’ll be another event to sell-out long in advance. It’s a massive undertaking moving into a place that doesn’t already have the logistics in place. People seem to forget that Barrowlands is just an empty shell venue. If anything, I think that’ll work out better for them. The only concern is that there is no raised platforms, bar the disabled section at the rear, so it might not be the greatest for view. Purely for the fact that this was something outlined by Dallas a few years ago as one of his major goals, the show will be second to none.
The next part of this segment was sublime.
It was an homage, an ode, a slight parody of the segment that changed the course of Wrestling History. September 22nd 1997. Stone Cold Steve Austin Stunned WWF owner Vince McMahon. July 27th 2014, Stone Cold Bobby Roberts Stunned ICW owner Mark Dallas. Roberts not only looked the part, but he done the south Texas drawl to a t. The crowd responded to his promo and gave him a ‘Fuck Yeah!’ as he stunned Dallas and was promptly arrested by security.
Next we were introduced to Grado. Who in another moment of genius entered the arena in the manner of Goldberg, accompanied by an appropriately remixed entrance theme. No one receives a consistent crowd response like him and he equally responds to the crowd alike. However, he was about to go head to head with Johnny Moss. Johnny Moss is a physical specimen who looks like he eats folk like Grado for a pre-meal snack. So, it’s safe say Grado looked a wee bit feart.
Grado vs Johnny Moss
There was much trepidation from Grado in the beginning as he didn’t want to enter Moss’ strike zone in fear of being skelped in the face I imagine. However things some got rolling and Moss took control and did end up skelping Grado across the chops a few times before delivering some beautiful Release German Suplexes, one of which coming mid-Grado comeback when Moss caught him in mid air and slug Grado over his head with such ease you wondered if Grado stood a chance.
Well, of course he did. They don’t call him the Stevenston Shooter for nothing. I mean, they don’t call him that at all, sadly. However, he started slinging those trademark rights before landing an elbow right in Johnny’s puss before delivering a couple a Rolls ‘N’ Slice before winding up the Wee Boot. Mossy cut him off there but it wasn’t long before we were treated to an F5 and a Rock Bottom and finally a Wee Boot. Somehow, that wasn’t enough to put Mossy away. Grado dropped back into the comedy shtick and after avoiding another Mossy attack, Grado played the old schoolboy trip and somehow kept Mossy down for the 3.
Winner by pin-fall: Grado
At this point I expected the Intermission as I was pretty tired from standing and prior nights exertions. Who knew muff diving was a Commonwealth sport?
However, we were treated by one of those things that people either get or they don’t. Most people seemed to get the point and it worked. For around the next hour and 2 segments we got no wrestling. Which, as successful as this segment turned out to be, I felt was a total travesty.
Jackie Polo entered the arena to host This is Your Life: Lionheart.
This segment went like the others like it that have gone before. Jackie Polo cut a promo on Lionheart, about how he wasn’t there to celebrate his own life but that we would do it for him. A promo that seemed to be an amalgamation of every barb that Polo has thrown the way of Lionheart during 2014. The fact he was using a lapel mic, made what he was saying unclear at times which made the segment even more antagonising. He continued for about ten minutes telling everyone exactly what he thought of Lionheart before introducing his guests.
Lionheart’s first high school love, his collegiate wrestling coach and the master of the dungeon, Stu Hart, who isn’t actually dead and for some reason had this underlying sexiness about him…
They all did their bit to draw the ire of the crowd which finally reached boiling point when they began to play pass the parcel, which resulted in some pint slinging. Thankfully the arsehole who was in front of me was put firmly in his place by Thomas Kearins. Certainly the first time I’ve saw security holding a referee back! At this point, even I was bored. I don’t think that was intention but it did it’s job in riling the crowd up for the arrival of Lionheart. (Despite Polo saying he wasn’t there, I’m sure everyone saw him chatting to James R Kennedy during Grado’s entrance, but we’ll just let that slide.)
Lionheart, with no neck brace, received a thunderous reception. He was very quick to tell Polo what for and wasn’t mincing his words. When he’s medically cleared to compete, he’ll be there to kick Polo’s cunt in. However, tonight, he also had some friends with him. Enter Ford Kiernan, Greg Hemphill and Gavin Mitchell. Aka yon boys fae Still Game. The mic started to play up again so didn’t hear much of the verbiage however it resulted in the 3 stooges for the segment being laid out by the famous faces. They all celebrated, dished out some free tickets to the Still Game live show and were on their way. Polo was still standing on the stage, eating some leftover cake during all of this. He never flinched. Stoic as fuck. That was until Sweeney showed up and Cobra clutched him right out of the building.
At this point some folk, including one of my mates, actually left because of that segment. Being the savvy character that I am, I knew what greatness was yet to come.
This was the intermission where we were promised a performance by the Joe Hendry fronted, Lost in Audio. They played the songs that have become part of Hendry’s character including one of their own ‘serious’ tracks before launching into some outstanding parodies. I still doubt that anyone has ever found love in Joe Hendry’s face though. One man that certainly hasn’t is Big Damo. During one of the numerous encores that bellowing Irish brogue came across the speakers. “Joe Hendry! Joe Hendry! Shut the fuck up!” They had a wee skit with Boaby the Barman, who was legitimately behind the bar, telling Damo to go kick their cunts in.
Damo vs Joe Hendry
Damo got to the ring through the crowd, where he was met by The Kennedy Administration. James R Kennedy wasn’t having anything to do with that shit while Tim Wylie was subject to a wee mauling as Kenny Williams fled. Leaving Joe Hendry to fend the Belfast Bear off by himself. To be blunt, he wasn’t successful. As much as he tried, he wasn’t overcoming Big Damo. Unfortunately I missed a fair bit of the action in this match, due to being distinctly average height with a terrible vantage point. So, at some point Kenny Williams appeared and having had enough of playing second fiddle to Hendry under Kennedy’s leadership, he seems to have become pals with a bear. A bear who weighs over 300lbs. A bear who can climb up the top rope and sling a dropkick to the other side of the ring. Along with it, punting a steel chair into Joe Hendry’s face and scooping him right out the ring. Christened by the bear himself as The Van Damonator. With that, and Kenny Williams puppeteering the referee, the match was over.
Winner by pin-fall: Big Damo
Damo and Kenny swiftly fled to the bar to pour themselves some points and proceed to get a bit steaming.
I have to say, there has been a huge usage of the word cunt. Taking it back for the common man.
Now this was the aforementioned slot where the ‘I Quit’ match was originally supposed to take place., and by sheer coincidence Kid Fite emerged dragging Carmel along with him. I suppose that is one way to draw a shitebag out of hiding, kidnap his burd and threaten to do things to her.
‘I Quit’ Match
Kid Fite vs Liam Thomson
So, thankfully we got our match. Thankfully, it was braw. Thankfully, I moved away from the area of the crowd where Fito decided to take a big dive into. This went like a lot of these matches do. Briefly in ring before spilling into the surrounding areas. A lot of heavy blows were exchanged during this bout, including Kid Fite’s senton into Thomson and the crowd from a lofty starting position. Eventually we got back through the crowd into the ring where things got back and forth again. There were plenty of counters going on playing on their history as a tag team, which helped build suspense when a table was introduced to the ring. As Kid Fite prepared to powerbomb Thomson through the table, there was a slight hesitation that made you think Fito was going to be the one picking splinters out of his spandex. That never happened, and Thomson was dealt a huge powerbomb through the table set up in the corner. That still wasn’t enough to make him quit.
So, Kid Fite decided it best for himself to wrap Thomson up in the ropes, ensuring the damage would only be going one way. Just as it looked like Thomson was about to feel the force of a steel chair on his napper, Carmel was their to save the day… momentarily at least. Kid Fite was having none of her shite and she swiftly knocked herself out, as if she had never seen what happens when you swing a steel chair near the ropes. Now, being met with the prospect of seeing his burd being decapitated at the hands of his former tag partner, Thomson was unflinching in his position. Going as far as to egg Fito on. Kid Fite isn’t a regular cunt, he’s got some principles these days and smashing burds in the face with a steel chair isn’t something he abides by. Dropping his sack in their face however is right up his street.
With the very real prospect of getting some second hand baw reek, Thomson decides that he better quit.
Your winner: Kid Fite
Post match, Thomson decides he hasn’t really quite and launches a sickening looking knee to Fito’s back. The kind that puts Brazilian superstars in wheelchairs. Thomson failed to realise was dealing with, he forgot that Kid Fite doesn’t leave the ring for an evening without dropping his sack onto someone’s coupon. So Thomson got his just desserts and some nuts on top.
Now, for the next part of the show. I basically zoned out. I fucking love Joe Coffey, out with ICW the path he took to the SWA title over an 18 month period was sensational. He can truly go toe to toe with anyone. Despite that, He isn’t Jack Gallagher. Jack Gallagher does things inside a wrestling ring that just perplex me. Things that make me question the legitimacy of Newtons 3rd law. The reaction he’s received in SWA over the last 2 years has been phenomenal, now that might be instigated by me and some of my mates being uber marks, but still, it’s huge. So now he gets his opportunity in front of his largest Scottish audience to date. If anyone was worried that he wouldn’t fit, the guy done pure wrestling in a deathmatch promotion in Japan. He was always going to fit in ICW.
Now, we started with Joe Coffey no showing to his music. Then stepping out, guitar around his neck, painted up like fucking Iron Man. Oh, then played Iron Man on guitar. This is ICW and Joe Coffey is Iron Man. Even beyond that, Joe Coffey walking to the ring accompanied by only a kick drum and every one in the crowd beating their chest humming Iron Man is a sight to behold.
As the perfect counter balance, Gallagher came out to Help! by The Beatles which was glorious in it’s own way. If I’d had my usual crew, I’m certain we could have at least got the Ginge chant going, nae luck here though. Also, despite my prediction, I saw no one else in the crowd with his t-shirt on.
Joe Coffey vs Jack Gallagher
This match was wrestling. Pure and simple. People will call this a great ‘technical’ wrestling match, I hate that. This was just wrestling at it’s finest. Two competitors going toe to toe, hold for hold. These guys respect each other and by the end, they had earned the crowds, certainly for Gallagher making his début.
I would usually post a play by play type of review for this, but I just can’t. When ICW put it online, I hope they put it up in it’s entirely. It was magical. Having seen both guys I thought I knew what to expect, when out of nowhere, Gallagher whipped out a flying armbar. I had never seen that before and I near left a mess in the front portion of my underwear.
Joe Coffey was finally able to nail Gallagher with his Spinning Lariat and the match was over. I’ve tried to leave as much of the match out as possible intentionally. YOU MUST SEE THIS.
Winner by Pin-fall: Joe Coffey
Now it was time for the main event of the evening. The only qualm I had about the card was bringing Martin Stone in and getting a title shot straight away. It’s almost as if there was some other reason for bringing two English guys in to début in the two main matches on the card…
Regardless, Martin Stone (Formerly Danny Burch in NXT) was a beast. He may have had some S.W.A.T gear on and came out to Slipknot but he was very, very good.
ICW Heavyweight Championship
Jack Jester vs Martin Stone
Jester got a great ovation, as you’d expect for the ICW Champion. He looked very much ready for this encounter. This was the other side of professional wrestling, this was an all out brawl. Martin Stone threw some of the most legit punches I’ve saw since Big Van Vader and Jester wasn’t holding back either. They were soon out on the floor with bodies colliding with steel barriers and concrete floor. The action continued up to the bar where Stone was firmly in control, until Jester grabbed a metal utensil from the bar and went to town on Stone with it. With a sickening thud, Jester delivered an elbow from the bar onto a prone Stone and sensing the end, Jester took things back to the ring. In what seemed rather a simple conclusion, Jester sunk Stone into the mat with his Tombstone.
Your winner and Still ICW Heavyweight Champion: Jack Jester
Was that it? No blood? No chaos post match. Stone applauded Jester as he left the arena to a good ovation and it seemed to be over. I wasn’t leaving, and thankfully told some around me to stick around…
Card Subject to Change… again.
BT Gunn and Darkside descended upon the ring to inflict some further damage onto Jester, while Renfrew and Divers set up some tables next to the stage. As Divers made his way to the ring, Renfrew disappeared, only to reappear from the entrance with Thomas Kearins in tow. He was cashing in his title shot.
“I’m doing so surrounded by my brothers. You!, you’ve got no friends left.”
Renfrew just had to tempt fate eh? The lights went down and mass hysteria befell the crowd. Could it be, could it be time? Was this #1314? Of course it fucking was. Drew Fucking Galloway. The boy that left Scotland had returned a man. A man that doesn’t let folk batter his pals.
The NAK have dominated just about every person in their path over the last year or so and absolutely decimated the Bucky Boys earlier in the night, however, they fell victim to an unstoppable one man train who wouldn’t be derailed on his mission for the evening. His mission to let us all know, he was back with a fucking vengeance and ready to propel ICW to the next level.
He celebrated with his pal Jack Jester before also laying him out. As much as they are best pals, Galloway is here to stand with no man, he stands alone. Jester just wouldn’t stay down until Galloway launched him through the tables that NAK had set up for him minutes before. Then the stage was Drew’s alone. He told everyone that he was the fucking business and as proud as he was of how much ICW had grown in the 7 years since he, the inaugural ICW Champion, had left for WWE. He was back to take ICW to the next level. He wasn’t just taking a stand for ICW, he was taking a stand for pro wrestling as a whole.
Here We, Here We, Here We Fucking Go!
P.S. That bit of gimmick infringement is all right by me.
Overall, the show was fantastic. If they had put another match, be it competitive or a squash on the card and cut the Polo segment shorter it would have been magnitudes better. In spite of the lull that segment caused it was spectacular. Kid Fite, finally got to boot Thomson’s baws. Mark Coffey showed he has reason to believe he is the Real ICW Champion. The Bucky Boys were left to lick their wounds and count their losses, knowing that they took a battering being majorly disadvantaged. Grado showed that on his day, he can get the job done and surely gained some respect from Johnny Moss. Damo finally got to teach Joe Hendry a lesson and Kenny Williams showed his true value and how The Kennedy Administration wont be the same without him. Joe Coffey and Jack Gallagher showed that regardless of what people think, ICW is all about wrestling. With both gaining massive respect from everyone. Martin Stone showed that he’s no pushover and showed exactly why WWE signed him up. Jester had another successful defence of his title while showing he can do it, without being the underdog. The NAK showed that they will put themselves where they want when they want and Drew Galloway. He showed that for 7 long fucking years, he’s not been a diamond in the rough, he’s been a diamond that was left unloved in some bedside cabinet when he should have been proudly displayed in the front of the shop, shining brightly for everyone to see the star that he is.
I’ll be fucking back.












































