With one half of the Motor City Machine Guns at home recovering from an injury, the other half sends out a message to the TNA tag team that put them in that position.
This past Sunday at No Surrender, it was a day full of surprises. Alex and I woke up ready for a match with London Brawling, ended up wrestling Generation Me, and then received what I can best describe as a slap across the face.
Not too long ago the Motor City Machine Guns traveled to Los Angeles for the Pro Wrestling Guerrilla promotion. We were booked against a couple of Young Bucks whom we've heard a lot about and all I could say after that match was damn, these guys are good. We shook their hands in appreciation after the match and both Alex and I knew there was something special about Jeremy and Max.
Fast Forward to January 2010, after much support from The Machine Guns, Generation Me showed up in TNA and were on fire. The tag team division heated up in the months ahead and unknowingly to Alex and myself, these couple of young punks were growing egos. Sunday night they decided to try and make a name for themselves at the expense of the same ones who brought them to the game. Attacking us after a hard fought contest, and injuring my partner Alex with a vicious DDT on the floor. Luckily, it's nothing serious, but I can tell you this - as his body is healing, his anger is growing.
Generation Me, you have no idea what you have gotten yourselves into.