Alas, as the Good Book says, there is a time and place for all things under heaven. And so it was this past Friday night, August 10, that after 397 days as the undisputed Valhalla Nordic Wrestling Champion, I was dethroned by “Kid Fury” Timmy Force in Stockholm, Sweden in a 30-minute Iron Man match with a final score of 4-3 as the time ran out.
I make no excuses and place no complaints. The better man won that night. Timmy brought his A-game to the show and he managed to survive at the end just as I was about to tie the match at 4-4, which would have made the bout a draw. I spike piledrove Timmy in the final 15-seconds of the outing, after which he managed to roll out of the ring to the floor so I had to waste precious time in retrieving him and rolling him back into the ring to make the elusive pinfall to even the score. But it was not to be. The time simply ran out.
Once again, I have to say that the Swedish crowd is one of the most hostile, anti-conservative, liberal-minded, hipster audiences that I have ever worked in front of. They absolutely hated me. That said, they got more than their emotional satisfaction’s worth when Timmy was declared the winner and new Valhalla Nordic Wrestling Champion.
There’s only one thing that young “Kid Fury” needs to know, and that is the fact that the only place to go from the top is down. I’ve climbed back up the mountain so many times in my long wrestling career that it’s already a familiar path for me. I know how the ball bounces and how to reclaim former glories. In so saying, Timmy, you had better enjoy your day in the sun, ‘cos this old warhorse is back on the hunt and trust me as I tell you: your days as Valhalla Nordic Wrestling Champion are numbered.
And I’m the one that has your number.
(Photos by Maksim Lion)
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