I was born only 16 days before WrestleMania 1. At the age of five, I bought my first two Coliseum VHS tapes from the dollar bin at my local video rental store – Survivor Series ‘90 and Royal Rumble ‘90. Sorry to sound cliché, but the rest is history.

 

I feel like I have grown up the same age as wrestling itself. Every decade targeted my age demographic at the time. The late 80’s were filled with colorful cartoon characters with a clear cut line drawn between good guys and bad guys. I said my prayers, ate my vitamins and did my training… if you consider eating pop-tarts in my Hulkster pajamas while watching my VHS tapes on repeat “training”.

 

In 1992, the Rocker’s Barbershop break-up shattered (pun intended) my childhood dreams as I watched the product gradually move away from its original Americana package into something slightly more mature. I became a teenager at the same time that WrestleMania did and our attitudes were in sync. While certainly not to the same degree, I find a lot of similarities in my life to that of Shawn Michaels. I was over confident, rebellious, and very self centered with a quick-witted tongue that moved at a pace much faster than my brain could.

 

For as long as I could remember, I never believed in God. Or rather, I simply never took the time to understand Him. I was insensitive and down right rude to my Christian friends, jumping at every chance I had to disprove their spiritual philosophies. They granted me much more patience and love than I ever deserved.

 

At the age of 21, I started asking those “what if?” questions. What if I was wrong about God? What if I didn’t have all of the answers? On January 22, 2006 at 9:06pm (yes, I wrote it down), I picked up a Bible and started reading the book of Genesis, and the story of Cain and Abel. A light bulb went off in my head. “Hey… that’s where they got the story of Kane!”, I said to myself, embarrassed that I didn’t know that before. Don’t ask me why, but that night a wall broke down in my heart and I invited Jesus into my life.

 

The very next day I was a brand new person… I never swore again, all of my sinful thoughts were completely gone and I was hired full time at my local church as a full-time bake sale coordinator… just kidding. Yes, I did feel very different (for the better) but I still struggled with a lot of questions and bad habits. It took years before I could confidently and consistently call myself a Christian. And guess what? I still suck at it sometimes. We all fall short of God sometimes. And that’s okay… that’s why Jesus is here. To help pick us up.

 

Fair Fight was created over a long period of time when I started noticing a lot more Biblical references in the wrestling industry. Austin (John) 3:16, the Walls of Jericho, the Four Horsemen, David and Goliath, King of Kings… the list goes on and on. It is my hope for this site to grow into a community of Christian wrestling fans who can celebrate the glory of God and also bond over the single best thing to ever grace a television set.

 

Thank you for finding and joining this community. Remember that Jesus died for you knowing that you might never love Him back. That’s true love. …oh, it’s damn true!