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It’s been nearly two weeks since Halloween night, where I lost the SLAM! Wrestling championship.

Only now, after taking a much needed respite, have I had time to let the dust settle and have things sink in.

In one of the most personal rivalries of my three-decade worldwide professional wrestling career, the culmination of my feud with “Back Breaker” Dylan Broda came to a climax on October 31, 2025 at SLAM! Wrestling’s Halloween Hell event, held in Vantaa, Finland.

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SLAM! Halloween Hell, Oct. 31, 2025.

It should be noted that Dylan Broda cut his teeth in the pro wrestling game under me. He was among the first students I ever had at the SLAM! Pro Wrestling Boot Camp and he was one of the first two to graduate. He showed an aptitude for the game, picking things up very quickly. Being that he was from Ontario, Canada, I propositioned to him that we ought to start a wrestling podcast for the international market together, and that we did. It was called Shootin’ the Shizzat and it ran for about four years, before Dylan ran into some major personal issues that made it impossible to continue.

Shootin’ the Shizzat was the top pro wrestling podcast out of the Nordics of Europe for its time.

It was during that time that Dylan changed as a person. He got bitter, angry and resentful. Maybe he was just mirroring what was happening in his own life onto the world around him. Regardless, he became an antagonistic man who just avoided doing anything but the bare minimum and then – BOOM! – he was out the door again. Personally, I chagrined seeing him change for the worse. Ultimately, his wayward attitude caused him to resent me as his coach and the learning tree that he grew up under in our business.

On October 31 of this year, it was a No-DQ Texas D€ath Match – the first of its kind ever in the 22-year history of professional wrestling in Finland – and it was so due to the very personal, bitter nature of this rivalry. Dylan said he would only agree to the stipulation if I – as the reigning champion and CEO of SLAM! Wrestling Entertainment – were to put any possible rematch clause, my shares in the company as well as the title on the line. And so I did, because this whole thing needed to end.

SLAM! Halloween Hell, Oct. 31, 2025.

Sometimes in life, the Russian Roulette doesn’t pay off. Such was the case here.

I originally won the SLAM! Championship back on February 10, 2024 in Helsinki at SUPERSLAM!, where I put my three-decade career on the line in my last attempt to vie for the title, then held by former WWE NXT UK superstar, Sam Gradwell. I made good on that quest and kept my career alive, going on to carry the championship for over a year and a half, defending against some of the biggest and best names in the wrestling industry both here in Europe and from around the world.

SLAM! Halloween Hell, Oct. 31, 2025.

Yet, as the book of Ecclesiastes says, there is a time and place for all things under heaven. My time came to a close, at least as champion, on October 31 of this year. I was unceremoniously choked out with a steel chain by Dylan Broda after his good of a bodyguard struck me in the back of the head with said steel chain around his fist. The officiating referee for the match, Aki Mäki, called for the bell and brought a halt to the match after I could not get any more air and fight back. And so, Dylan Broda was crowned the new SLAM! Champion.

SLAM! Halloween Hell, Oct. 31, 2025.

Now, I put up my part of the shares in SLAM! Wrestling Entertainment upon the contractual demands set forth by Broda’s shill lawyer, Urpo Myyrä, in order for his client to accept the terms of the severe beating that he was going to be dealt upon entering the No-DQ Texas D€ath Match at Halloween Hell. Broda has taken the lowest road possible leading up to this match, taking jabs at my ill father and making underhanded comments about my family, in order to get under my skin.

And that he did. I let him get under my skin because he disrespected not just me but went after my family. Any man of any integrity at all would have done the same thing in retort. Unless someone has succumbed to being a beta cuck, there is no way that a man will allow disrespect to pass unanswered.

Yet, things aren’t quite as clear as Dylan and his lawyer would have hoped for. I personally feel that Urpo Myyrä is one of those lawyers at the bottom of the totem pole, who is just looking for his lucky break. Dylan probably took another low road in hiring the cheapest shill possible in the aspirations of claiming head shareholding stakes in SLAM! Wrestling. My legal team has looked at the fine print drafted up by Myyrä & Son’s office and they’ve found some discrepancies that I am not at leisure to go into at depth at this stage. Let me just say that things are a bit… up in the air in that regard at the moment. Like they say: anything can happen in the world of pro wrestling.

SLAM! Halloween Hell, Oct. 31, 2025.

I might have lost any rematch possibility due to the nature of the match contract at Halloween Hell, but in order to defend my honor and that of my family, that was a risk I was willing to take and I have no regrets in that aspect. Dylan has a long list of hungry foes to look forward to, eager to knock him off his lofty perch, while my legal team deals with this outlandish lawsuit that Broda imposed with Myyrä over the summer on SLAM! Wrestling.

SLAM! Halloween Hell, Oct. 31, 2025.

With all that said, I’d like to thank all the fans and supporters who backed me during the epic run that I had as SLAM! Champion for year and eight months plus that I carried the torch of my company. It was one helluva ride.

SLAM! Halloween Hell, Oct. 31, 2025.

Photos: Marko Simonen / SLAM! Wrestling Entertainment Ltd.

It’s been three days since my title fight – and I do mean FIGHT – with Sam Gradwell this past weekend at Rytmikorjaamo in Seinäjoki, Finland.

I’m busted up, bruised, contused and heartbroken. No, I did not win the SLAM! championship. But neither did I concede the match.

Scenes from a personal war (photo: Marko Simonen / slamwres.com)

Sam Gradwell assaulted me mercilessly, to the point that I was unable to defensively answer back. It was the official, Teemu Kytösaari, that ultimately called a halt to the match by referee’s decision.

I had been sick for two weeks prior to this pivotal and all-important bout. At the worst possible time, I got hit with whatever virus or influenza is making the rounds in Finland at the moment. Every second person seems to be sick with it. I wasn’t spared, either.

Wrestling SLAM in Seinäjoki, Dec. 9, 2023. (photo: Marko Simonen / slamwres.com)

For two weeks, I was unable to prepare for the match. No physical training, no exercise. I was damn near bed-ridden for the first week when I caught the bug. During the second week, I went on antibiotics four days prior to the match. Quite literally, I pulled a proverbial rabbit out of the hat at less than 100%.

If there is one thing that I have learned in the day and age of social media, it is that you never let them see you bleed. If you bleed, if you suffer, you do so in silence. You do not tote cracks in your armor before the whole world to see. That is just plain stupidity and pearls before swine.

In so saying, I can’t let it end like this. Now, this has become a story of redemption, simply by proxy.

No place for disgrace (photo: Marko Simonen / slamwres.com)

I have given 30 years of my life to professional wrestling. January 7 will be the three decade watermark since my very first match back in 1994 against my coach, Lance Storm, in Calgary, Canada. The fact that after all these years, I can still be active at a main event level is a testament to longevity and something that I take personal gratification and great pride in.

The fact that, at the age of 50, I can wrestle for a half-hour still, just as I did this past weekend at Wrestling SLAM in Seinäjoki against a beast of a man in Sam Gradwell, is something that I do not take lightly. Show me who else at my age can do what I do. Show me, because I’m waiting to see that list.

You haven’t lived until you’ve fought for your life (photo: Marko Simonen / slamwres.com)

So at the end of all this, I have purposed to build myself back to not only full health following whatever this damn thing is that has ransacked my body, but also, I will redeem what I need to redeem following the brutal beating that I took this past weekend at the hands of Sam Gradwell.

SLAM! Wrestling Finland has an event entitled SUPERSLAM on February 10 in Helsinki at Mall of Tripla’s Black Box 360. I’m going to talk to the grand commissioner of European pro wrestling, Marty Jones out of England, and I’m going to lobby for the rematch. Marty resided with full jurisdiction over the title match that Gradwell and I had this past Saturday, and Marty has the power to make the rematch happen, because I rescinded all of my personal power over the ongoings and outcome of Saturday’s match to Marty in the spirit of fair play.

Heart is the one thing that you cannot teach (photo: Marko Simonen / slamwres.com)

First though, I am going to take this holiday season and time to heal up.

I’m broken.

Man, it’s been a long time.

Some weeks ago, I had a discussion with a business partner about the blogging culture being a thing of the past. They corrected me and said, no, it’s still as vibrant as ever and people read up on interesting stuff. For the longest time, I thought that the blog had gone the way of the attention span at large and had been eaten up by quick videos and the like.

Well, I figured to write after a long time of radio silence on the blog front.

StarBuck photo by Marko Simonen / SLAM! Wrestling Finland

Firstly and foremost because I’ve come to a very pivotal moment in my wrestling career and a milestone year in general. You see, 20 years back in 2003, I started coaching wrestling hopefuls here in Finland, then situated out of the city of Kerava with that first class. Now, 20 years later, I’ve coached all around Europe and even in Japan, and I run SLAM! Wrestling Finland, operating in both Finland and Estonia.

It was this year that I looked at what I’d achieved, creating an entire wrestling scene in a country where we nothing of the like, save what was shown on television since the late 1980s. I looked at two decades of hard pioneering work, the ups and the downs, the trials and tribulations, and I got a little hungry again.

Firstly, I got SLAM! Wrestling onto a Finnish television channel called Eveo this past Spring. That’s channel 17 in this country. They’ve got national exposure, so that means we’re seen in 100% of Finnish households. As a matter of fact, we got two SLAM! Wrestling shows on their channel on a weekly basis: Painin otteessa (In Wrestling’s Grip) and SLAM! Boot Camp, which are consistently in the top three most viewed programs on the station. That’s pretty admirable.

On top of that, we’ve been able to procure bigger and more notable contracts with large organizers in both Finland and Estonia, enabling us to grow the brand through relentless persistence and tireless grinding. It’s been a slow but steady build but things are paying off, finally.

Then, I looked at myself. Where I was here in 2023 at the age of 50.

StarBuck photo by Markus Mueller / WeLoveArtBuying.de

Dammit all, the age of 50. Man, time just flies and here I still am, in this crazy business called professional wrestling, doing what I love to do, regardless of the odds. Here, at the ass-end of the world, up in Finland, right next to the Arctic Circle. Hell, most people in the world don’t even know where Finland falls geographically on the world map!

But yeah. I looked at myself and all that I’ve achieved in this zany, surreal world that has been my chosen passion called professional wrestling. And then I realized… I want to become a champion again.

I’ve got that chance now, upcoming on December 9 in Seinäjoki, Finland, where I face the new face of my company, a man called Sam Gradwell. It’s going to be a match for the one title I’ve never held: the SLAM! Championship. My company’s title.

I’m a bit torn to be honest. Torn because I want this to be a fair shake, without anyone pointing fingers saying that I doctored the result afterward into my own favor. Torn because it is, after all, my company. Torn because I don’t feel that in some light it’s fair that I pursue the championship of my own company.

So I went the extra mile and I outsourced the jurisdiction of this upcoming SLAM! Championship title match at Wrestling SLAM in Seinäjoki at the legendary Rytmikorjaamo club, coming up December 9. I went and reached out to an old comrade and someone I hold in high regard, the grand commissioner of European professional wrestling: Marty Jones of England.

Now, Marty Jones is not only a seven-time world heavyweight champion and one of the most respected legends ever out of Europe. He’s also the man that trained Sam Gradwell.

The SLAM! Champion, Sam Gradwell, who is – right now – arguably one of the most dominant wrestlers of the modern era in all of Europe.

Yes, I handed over governing authority over the coming SLAM! Championship title match between myself and Sam Gradwell on December 9 to Marty Jones, cut and dry.

Marty Jones, William Regal, Johnny Saint (left to right)

Come hell or high water, I am washing my hands of any wrongdoing or coercion when it comes to the outcome of Gradwell vs. StarBuck. Marty has the pen, Marty has the final say. For this match, I’m just a wrestler, not a boss. Not the CEO Michael Majalahti, but the 30-year pro wrestling veteran, “The Rebel” StarBuck.

I don’t just want this match. I NEED this match. I need it for my own sake, for the warrior inside of me, for the competitor, for the lion king inside to rise to the occasion.

Yeah, I want to be a champion again. In the footsteps of champions like Nick Bockwinkel, Dave “Fit” Finlay and my old friend, Chris Jericho – each of them wrestling at a very high, main event level past the age of 50.

Because I’ve always believed that if you want an extraordinary life, you must be willing to do extraordinary things.

December 9 is going to be one of the most important days of my life. I can feel it.

This past Saturday, November 24, in the city of Kotka, I entered a new phase of life.  One which saw me embark on a the beginning of a new chapter with my SLAM! Wrestling Finland company.  Because yesterday, we pulled off our maiden voyage with SLAM!

I recall my father saying to me back when I was a younger man, that one day he believed I’d be a leader, a boss.  He saw that stock in my persona and character.  I kept his words in mind as I traveled down the roads of life, feeling in my heart that one day, indeed, I would become what he believed back then.

I look at my life at the age of 45 and I draw parallels to my old friend Chris Jericho and the lessons to be learned from his life over the past couple of years.  Chris left WWE on the top of the mountain, as a favorably featured main star on RAW.  He dropped the Intercontinental Championship to Kevin Owens at Wrestlemania 33 and then left the company riding the high wave.  Chris hooked up with his old buddies Jado and Gedo, the bookers of New Japan Pro Wrestling, and orchestrated a deal for him to come in to NJPW and become a lead star for the second biggest wrestling company on the planet.  To this day, he holds their IWGP Intercontinental title and just sold out his own Jericho Cruise, which was highly touted in the media.

Now Chris could have chosen to stay with WWE after Wrestlemania 33 but he chose not to.  In retrospect, I think I can assess his situation: he had done everything he could for that company.  He’d been a multi-time WWE Champion, holding a plethora of titles, and at the age of 46 back then, he surely understood that his days as a regularly featured talent were coming to a close.  The younger stars of today were coming up fast, being pushed hard, and the older stars would need to take supporting roles before long.  So the question really seemed to be: do I spin my wheels and remain here, collecting a nice payday, or do I want to grow as a human being and see how else I could spread my wings beyond what I’ve already achieved?

As I’ve gotten older, I understand this train of thought perfectly.  Like life coach Tony Robbins often says, out of the seven basic human needs, the last two are the needs of the spirit: the need to contribute and the need to grow.  I can underline this with clarity.

Here in 2018, it was time for me to take an honest look at my life and ask myself the pivotal question: what do I want to do with my life from hereon forward?  How do I see myself facilitating a living for my family and myself in the future?  Where do my talents lie, and should I venture off into a new field and trade, or should I attempt to make a living utilizing and doing what I already know over the course of accrued life experience?  I chose the latter.

And so it was, that last night in the city of Kotka at Power Tech Group‘s annual pre-Christmas party, SLAM! Wrestling Finland was launched upon the world.  It was done under the most optimal, high-class circumstances possible: professional lighting and sound, customized entrance way, a fresh and new audience that was excited to be there, and a card of pro wrestling action featuring the best, carefully-selected talents for each match that would facilitate a fun and dynamic night of action for everyone on hand.

Thank you, Power Tech Group, for not only sponsoring and making our SLAM! Wrestling Finland ring, but also for giving us the stage and spotlight to set forth on the waters of live entertainment service providers in the Nordic sector!

This is only the beginning.

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(All photos by Jary Högnabba, www.kuvanuotta.fi)

The news was just released officially this week that I would be facing my former protégé Mikko Maestro at the annual flagship supershow in Finnish professional wrestling, Talvisota XI – which translates to Winter War 11 – this coming February 18 at the Nosturi club in Helsinki, as promoted by FCF Wrestling.

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I was there at the inaugural Winter War on December 2, 2006 – an event that I coined and created back in the day to be the Finnish wrestling equivalent of Wrestlemania – and here I am over a decade later, turning another page.

This match-up against Maestro is significant on a few levels.  Firstly, it’s arguably the biggest match to date in the six-year career of young Maestro.  Secondly, I took the kid under my wing back in early 2013 to groom him for the years ahead, seeing that his charisma was catching on with the Finnish wrestling audience.  This made him my protégé, a pet project that I invested considerable time and coaching into, and Maestro finally was able to up the ante and make a breakthrough in 2016 against top competition like Ivan Markov of Russia, Mark Kodiak of Holland, Swedish champion Harley Rage and Heimo the Wildman here in Finland.  Thirdly, Maestro has shown himself to be ambitious in the fact that he has gone on to countries like Denmark, Germany and the USA to gain more experience.  This last bit is something I’d like to elaborate on.

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Maestro was able to defeat Heimo the Wildman in a Last Man Standing match at Talvisota X in March 2016, which gave him major momentum.

Every talent out there with any inkling of ambition will take the chance to spread their wings and test their mettle in the shark-infested waters of global pro wrestling.  Many young wrestlers will end up having to pay their own way just to get exposure, build a resume and get noticed, as they build up their personal value in order for a booker or promoter out there to invest in them.  If they are lucky, and to any degree own a moderate modicum of talent, they will be able to make headway in a very convoluted age in their aspirations to become stars in the world of pro wrestling.

Maestro has shown ambition.  He has gone out there and found a way to get noticed and get booked where other contemporaries, even those with greater in-ring talent, have fallen short.  Maestro has shown heart, even over-ambition at times, if you ask me.  Nonetheless, he’s been able to consistently climb the ladder rung by rung.  That brings us to Talvisota XI / Winter War 11 on February 18.

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Mikko Maestro wrestling a marquee bout in California during 2015.

As with any young talent, everyone has role models that they aspire to pattern themselves after and learn from.  At the start of my pro wrestling career in 1994, my biggest influence was Ric Flair.  I believe that for many of my generation, growing up a teen in the 1980s, Ric Flair was the consummate pro to look up to, if you had any understanding of the complete package that made a pro wrestler.  For the Millenials to a large degree, that role model became Shawn Michaels and a bit later on The Rock and Stone Cold.  In Finland, for many, including one Mikko Maestro, that role model was StarBuck, the founding father of Finnish pro wrestling.

I recall a young Mikko Maestro back around 2009, when I was cycling near Munkkiniemi Beach in Helsinki.  It was there that I ran into the kid for the first time.  As I was riding by, getting in my cardio, Maestro recognized me as he walked down the street and yelled out “StarBuck!”.  I simply smiled, recognizing his fanship, and kept on cycling. One year later, he showed up for wrestling schooling.

As a mentor, I took Mikko Maestro as high as I could.  The rest, of course, was all up to him.  At the Winter War event in 2013, I took Maestro as my tag partner for a heated, key match-up against Stark Adder and his protégé, Ricky Vendetta.  The vet and the pup against the vet and the pup, as it was, back then.  It was the starting point for my on-hands mentorship of one Mikko Maestro.

Time passed, Maestro gained experience and confidence, and alas, in September of last year, he made a bold challenge.  Mikko Maestro wanted to publicly challenge the man that taught him, the role model that he aspired to pattern his career after, and see if he was up to the task.  I figured this day would eventually come, but I don’t think Mikko Maestro is anywhere near ready to take on the old war dog yet.  He still has some miles to go before he can realistically hang at my level, and believe me when I tell you: he’s going to need all the help he can get, ‘cos the fans and their cheers won’t make a bit of difference when he finds himself overwhelmed by 23 years of ring experience on the other end of the spectrum.

Well, when he last needed my help, I was there.  But… he didn’t listen.  At the crucial, key point in Maestro’s match against Ivan Markov of Russia in December of last year, the kid chose to disrespect the deal that we had set forth going into the match.  In short, he went into business for himself, disregarding his coach, and pulled out his ridiculous, asinine “stinkface” maneuver, which he found funny enough to rip off of WWE Hall of Famer, Rikishi.  In a serious match-setting, where a killer like the Russian Markov was present, I expressly told Maestro to leave the gimmicks, bells and whistles at home.  But no.  He had to take the forbidden fruit.  He had to dally out onto thin ice.  He had to do things his own way.  And it was at that point, that I disowned Mikko Maestro as a protégé.

There comes a time in life when every person is going to have to stand on their own, no supports and no crutches to be had.  This is that time for Mikko Maestro.  At Talvisota XI, my former protégé is going to find out that legends don’t die, they just get better with age.

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