Outraged. Disgusted. My faith in humanity has taken a nose-dive this evening.
On what should have been the most incredible and celebrated moment in Scottish professional wrestling history, I find myself disappointed and hurt. But not for me. For the unacceptable way in which Lienzo Caliente was treated in his debut match. Not just here in Paramount Wrestling, but outside of his home nation of México. It took guts, confidence, determination and massive bollocks to leave his 760,000 square mile comfort zone. Massive bollocks that were treated with as much respect as you might give a headless chicken. Or Alex Sammond.
His opponent for the evening was a baby-blue-eyed little toe rag by the name of Danny Slater. He wore colourful shorts and pads, always smiled and catered to the crowds every whim. "Shall I?" he'd scream, offering his fans an option as to what happened next. I'd be sat amongst them praying that they would shout back "No!" and we'd see how stur