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MWF at HCon 2018: Schedule Updates

Witness the fun, thrilling and action-packed wrestling showcase presented by the Manila Wrestling Federation (MWF), the country’s sports and theatretainment company. The 3-day athletic spectacle features MWF’s colourful and uniquely Pinoy characters that will surely give History Con many unforgettable moments.

History Con 2018 

World Trade Center Manila, Diosdado Macapagal Blvd., Pasay City, Metro Manila

*Match cards subject to change

Day 1: August 10 (Friday) 

MORNING: 11 AM

AFTERNOON: 3:30 PM

Day 2: August 11 (Saturday) 

AFTERNOON A: 2 PM

AFTERNOON B: 5 PM

Day 3: August 12 (Sunday) 

MORNING: 11 AM

AFTERNOON A: 1 PM

AFTERNOON B: 3 PM (History Maker Rumble)

AFTERNOON C: 6:45 PM

 

 

 

MWF at HCon 2018: Day 1 Match Card Announcement

The Manila Wrestling Federation, the country’s fastest rising live sports and theatre entertainment company, today announced the scheduled matches for the first day of its presentation at History Channel’s HCon 2018, to be held at the World Trade Center Manila on August 10 to 12.

Morning Show: 11 AM

Afternoon Show: 3 PM

The Fallout [Rune Stones and Voodoo, Who Do?]

By Commissioner Mike (CM) Shannon 

It’s been over a week since the events of MWF 3: Republika, and even up to now… I can still feel the after effects of what, by all means, was a historic night for everyone at the Manila Wrestling Federation. As I type this, I can still feel traces of what Ho Ho Lun did to me. I should have seen that knee coming, but somehow, I just thought there was a chance to reason with the man who single-handedly spearheaded the Southeast Asian wrestling scene.

Ho Ho Lun lost to Robin Sane, in one of Southeast Asian wrestling’s most talked about upset wins.

I was wrong; the knee to the gut knocked the wind right out of me and sent me stumbling head-first into the canvass. In the days after show, as I slipped in and out of consciousness, trying to piece the entire night together, my wifey would look at me, concerned that I had inadvertently suffered a mild concussion.

Despite the aggravating  throb in the middle of my head that would dominate for the better part of three days, I just couldn’t help but think about Mr. Lucha- one of my best friends the man who, next to Robin Sane, stood by my side at the very inception of the Manila Wrestling Federation.

Why, Lucha? Why?

Watching It All Unfold

If the atmosphere ringside was electric, backstage was in chaos. I rushed to the back to find the MWF backstage crew in scramble as our referees crawled their way to the medics, hoping for some relief before rushing back out to the fray if needed.

The impact from landing on the canvas left a dull, throbbing ache on the top of my head. Through all the commotion, I rushed to Gorilla and slipped on my headset in an attempt to regain some level of control over the show.

I looked at the monitors. By that point, Lucha and roster managed to get Ho Ho Lun out of the ring. Like a blur, Ho Ho and his Mainland referee ran to Gorilla and rushed backstage in a blur. I was going to have to deal with them later. For now, we needed to finish the show and finish it fast.

“Will, you there?” I spoke on the headset.

“I’m right here, Mike”, Will spoke back. “Let’s try to contain the show na?”

“Yeah!”

And before we could cue something- anything to get the roster to return backstage- Khyle Sison knocked his former mentor with a low-blow, triggering a roster-wide brawl. This was not what we wanted- Republika was supposed to represent the heart of Filipino fighting spirit and the honor that came with it.

Punk Doll Robynn took out most of MWF’s roster with a dive off the ring.

Within moments, a diving cross body from Punk Doll Robynn took out most of the roster, effectively ending the fight. This left Mr. Lucha and Ninja Ryujin in the ring together with Robin Sane, and left me backstage with a sigh of relief. I pulled off my head phones and leaned back, thankful it was over and in dire need of an Advil.

And then it happened: After having pulled Robin Sane to his feet with all his might, Mr. Lucha dropped him with the most vicious DVDX/Sagada Driver I had ever seen- like, he stopped mid-move to readjust Robin Sane on his shoulders to really drive the point home. On his knees, Mr. Lucha surveyed the violence and let out with one of the most frustrated and heart-felt screams I had ever heard.

Mr. Lucha left the ring and returned backstage. I stood up and right before I could ask him why, he just looked at me, turned his head and walked away. He didn’t want to talk about it. Somewhere, behind me, Ho Ho Lun was rushing his referee into the backseat of a Grab car I assumed was on its way to the airport.

Why Lucha, Why?

I’ll be the first to admit that the last year hasn’t exactly been easy on Mr. Lucha. A lot of the promise that had been placed on his shoulders slowly shifted to Robin Sane. More than anyone on the MWF roster, Robin Sane unintentionally elevated the level of standard people expected from our product, and because of that, it was only natural that he would start to shine as a serious main event player.

Ninja Ryujin looks on as Mr. Lucha’s betrayal of Robin Sane sinks in

But as someone who knows both Robin Sane and Mr. Lucha full well, it pains me to recognize that so many people often forget just what a talent Mr. Lucha really is. At his best, Mr. Lucha can really bring it into every match and shows incredible restraint to give his opponents, regardless of size or shape, and equal chance. He is the ideal Filipino in every possible way.

I still remember the first time I had ever seen Lucha in that costume… It was around three weeks before we were all expected to make our debut at HistoryCon at our then HQ, Alpha 53 gym in Mandaluyong City. I was blown away.

He was proud, happy, and incredibly excited to show the world exactly what he was made of. He was the sum of a series of conversations we had had in the months before- just the both of us, on my mom’s balcony going back and forth on how much we needed a hero to unite the Philippines at the dawn of a new political landscape.

There was so much promise- there’s still a lot of promise. I just can’t bear to see him throw that all away because he’s frustrated. But at the same time, I get it.

The DVDX/Sagada Driver

Mr. Lucha is a perfectionist through and through and I’m sure, somewhere along the way, in the light of an ever-evolving form of wrestling dominating the country, his instance of maintaining tradition became a problem beyond his control. And after having lost to Robin Sane and having faced humiliation at the hands of Ho Ho Lun, Khyle Sison and Ashura, something inside him snapped.

I haven’t talked to him since Republika because I am still trying so hard to understand him. If there’s any room for reason, it’s now… Before it’s too late.

We’ve lost so much in wrestling as it is. I can’t lose another friend.

All photos by Miggy Hilario 

Before We Say Goodbye to Pride Month [Rune Stones & Voodoo, Who Do]

By Commissioner Mike (CM) Shannon 

Two months ago, I decided to go ahead and shave what had apparently become an iconic strip of facial hair above and beneath my lips. I had kept it for two reasons:
1. It hid my resting bitchface
2. I hate shaving my face
But it’s novelty had worn off. While I had plans and I had learned to work around it, my face was itchy, I was getting regular fits of dysphoria and it was evident I was in need of a different kind of blade job.

FML, right?

What is Dysphoria?

Dysphoria, also known as Gender Identity Disorder, is the feeling shared by a substantial number of transgender and gender non-conforming individuals.  It can affect people in a number of ways. I deal with somewhat mild dysphoria in the sense that while I’m not too crazy about it, I’m comfortable enough with my body. But it doesn’t mean that I don’t have moments when I look in the mirror and dislike what I see.

I’ve learned how to block of negative energies from my life. I mean, I’m crazy enough to get myself involved in the wrestling business, which is loaded with negative energy- so it’s pretty evident that I’ve managed to block out negativity for the most part… But dysphoria, that’s a silent kicker that lurks in the shadows of my mind; chipping away each and every day until I break down and something has to be done.

Mike with MWF Creative Director William Elvin and Senior Analyst Tarek El Tayech

“Cool Rock Boy”

Through most of my life, I got by as “Cool Rock Boy”, a gimmick I created for myself to survive. Growing up, I experienced homophobia, biphobia, and transphobia first hand. Any part of myself that had come across as remotely gentle (not even feminine) was met with ridicule and violence – like, I got a busted lip back in my first year of high school just for being an *NSYNC fan.

In the years that followed, I caved in, mentally put everything that could be feminine about myself away and pretended to be a “regular guy”, under the idea of being a “cool rock boy”- an image that I continue to keep, for the most part because it’s easy, convenient, and somewhat not too far from home. Ish.

Discovering Myself

When I was twenty-two and in the process of finally growing my hair out, something inside me changed. I still to this day don’t know what it was- maybe it was a spiritual awakening, maybe it was the accumulation of so much stress going on, but something in me snapped. I woke up one morning, just feeling like I wanted to own up to all the feelings I had spent so many years keeping away.

I felt feminine and for the first time in my then two-decades of existence on planet Earth, I felt like myself.

You’d think that after having opened myself up, I’d be okay and I could just go about my normal life without a care in the world. Years, even decades of repression, forces the opposite, because now I was forced to spend the next seven years catching up with myself. I had to get to know myself from scratch, while trying to get by with a career and dreams that we’re almost too impossible to ignore.

For the first time in the mirror, I could look at my own face and recognize the person I was looking at. It was beautiful, it was terrifying, and I didn’t even know where to begin… How can you lead an honest life if half the world didn’t want to understand you.

And so, I jumbled between gender identities and pronouns, until just a couple of years ago, I accepted the fact that I’m transgender. A transgender woman, no less. A transgender woman who likes girls. (Think Angie King, but with a steel chair instead of a race car!)

Mike feeling the love from his MWF brothers

Coming Out

The advantage cis people have is that whenever they meet someone new, they don’t feel compelled to describe themselves to whoever they meet. It’s very “what you see is what you get”. People simply take for granted how easy it is to present themselves when they aren’t part of a minority, a minority that faces regular violence and discrimination.

Being an out and happy transperson isn’t just an act of free will, it’s a political statement because we face so much shit on a daily basis to just be ourselves.

In my experience, while I don’t know what to expect when I come out to people, it’s always been generally supportive. People try to understand and accept it. Some of my friends weren’t surprised. To some, family members in particular, it’s been hard to accept because who I am defies every expectation that was set on me.

It’s not easy or ideal, but I do recognize that compared to other trans girls, I’m lucky.

Thankfully, this acceptance has managed to extended its way to wrestling. I’ve got so many people in the scene as friends on Facebook and I’m sure I’ve dropped enough hints with the memes I share… Most of my closest friends in the business are aware and have accepted it, even encouraged it. MWF management supports it which more than an actual wrestling ring, is more than I could ask for.

Not speaking as Mike Shannon, but speaking more as Mikers Litton (my real name is too anglo and masculine for my liking)… I was ready to keep who I really am as a secret if it meant MWF had a shot at success. So having this support is overwhelming, and as I write this in the middle of my office, I’m trying really hard not to cry by pretending I’m about to sneeze.

I’m Mike Litton, a queer transwoman in the wrestling business. I’m lucky to be part of a vibrant minority in a community that have done so much to advance the industry as a sport and an art form. I am proud of who I am and it’s an honor to be among a minority that has given so much to wrestling.

Here’s to a future of more ass-kicking, innovation, and acceptance!

I leave now with a quote from Elvis Costello… “You can call me anything you like, but my name’s Veronica.”