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| Retaliation Press Conference
The Collosseum
June 16, 2011/c]
What a waste of time…what are these people going to ask us that we haven’t all ready covered…they line us up at a table…have us to the podium to make a speech about our match…they want us to be like boxing or MMA…what’s next…the staged fight at the weigh in…it’s ridiculous…sure they want to market this Super Card…they want big things from Retaliation…I heard the talk…read the blogs…the EWA was taking off…the last few shows have created quit the buzz and not just from the dorks on the internet…we had become must watch TV for wrestling fans…this small promotion that nobody wanted to be a part of was now a real threat to the wrestling world…
We weren’t going to overtake the big boys over night…we weren’t touring the country or going on international tours…our shows where still out of New York…even this Super Card…it was going to be home inside The Collosseum…we had been compared to another New York based wrestling promotion that was the talk of the wrestling world in the 1990’s that had flamed out at the height of its popularity…it tried to expand and become a big boy to quick…over reached and found themselves out of the game in a blink of an eye…people were already asking if the EWA would make the same mistakes…would they try to reach out and forget its roots…did we even have roots at this point…February 7, 2011…the first Shatter Point…the night I was crowned EWA World Champion…we were barely four months old and the entire world was watching our every move…in four shorts months we went from being just another startup company to on the verge of something special…
I sat there at this press conference and went through the motions…answered the same question over and over again…it didn’t matter how they worded it…it was the same damn question over and over again: DID I PICK STAIRWAY TO DEATH BECAUSE THAT’S THE ONLY WAY I COULD BEAT JUSTIN MARSHAM?…I tried to explain to them that this match should be on my terms…that I had beaten him twice already…that I got myself DQ’ed in our last match…I was just repeating myself over and over again…then I said it…what they were hoping I would say…I gave them their sound bit…
Buzzsaw: I PICKED STAIRWAY TO DEATH BECAUSE I WANT TO HURT HIM!!! GOT IT, I WANT TO PUNISH HIM, END HIS CAREER!!! I WANT TO MAKE THAT KNEE INJURY LOOK LIKE A HANG NAIL….GOT IT!!!
It’s what they wanted to hear…in fact they were expecting me to say that…there joy was only met with the excitement of the EWA management…did they want me to end the career of Justin Marsham no…but they were marketing this match as a much see to all wrestling fans…Stairway to Death…they were promising what they all wanted…blood and violence…it was going to be the marquee match of the night…the marquee match of the EWA’s early existence…a lot was riding on this…we were told to sell this match…but I wasn’t selling shit…they wanted me to tell them how I felt…well that was just it…I wanted to hurt Justin Marsham…I wanted to use him as an example…an example to anyone wanting to challenge for this title…
I was pissed…pissed about Bullet Proof and the American First Match…pissed about Hank and all the bull shit that went along with his search…pissed that I was being told that I had to come up with this match in order to beat him…was I mistaken…was I not the EWA World Champion…hadn’t I won this belt on the first night…hadn’t I been the one that eliminated ‘The Epitome of Technical’…hadn’t I been the one that cheated ownership of what it really wanted…had they forgotten that I also beat him the week after…hadn’t I proven myself enough…hadn’t I proved to everyone that I was in fact the better man…I was pissed…because it had become clear that I hadn’t…what had Justin Marsham done to deserve this…what else did I have to do…I had been the man in a battle royal…beaten him one on one…all that was left to do was destroy the man…was that what they wanted….was that what I had to do….was that what they were waiting for….
These people here today wanted to label what we were doing here in the EWA…we were young and growing…they saw us as different…we were not like the rest…we were not going to spend millions on pyro and affects…it wasn’t about the what happened before the match…we were stressing what happened IN THE MATCH….we didn’t want to be like them but it was pointed out today at this press conference that maybe we were trying too hard to be EXTREME…sure we could be that hardcore company…the company that was going to allow the crazy spots and be loose with the rules…the company that was going to replace the CZW and CEW but weren’t we taking this a bit too far…Stairway to Death wasn’t about us being extreme…no it was about punishing two me…and for what…the fans…to settle a score…to end a feud…the people at this press conference were wondering if this too wasn’t just for show…we had prided ourselves as being about the wrestling…we wanted to give the fans something new each week and not the same old stale shit the other companies where shoving down their fans throat…we were not targeting kids…hell in fact we didn’t want kids there…no we were targeting young men…wrestling fans…not kids who want to see the good guys win…we were going to be violent…we were going to show blood…we were going to beat on women…all things the other companies shied away from…we were going to do it different and that’s why we were popular…but those writers who had written glowing articles about the EWA the past few weeks where now starting to become jaded…they had built us up…and now were going to try and tear us down…
The wondered if we were trying to hard…wasn’t Stairway to Death just the EWA having it’s LOOK AT ME MOMENT…they said we were trying to be violent for the sake of being violent…that we were trying to outdo ourselves with this match and at what cost…the EWA was putting two of their pillars inside this crazy contraption…they were risking serious injury to two people that have been the face of the company and for what…ratings…to show that we really were extreme…one reporter ask the question everyone was thinking…
Reporter: Isn’t this setting a dangerous precedent, aren’t the fans going to expect this with every Super Card?
Frankie Manning was quick to tell them that every show the EWA put on was going to be must see…that we were going to set the bar higher each and every show…he said that profession wrestling had gotten stale…that the EWA was going to be the model for what wrestling should be…he was passionate…his ass was on the line…he had been very successful in only a few weeks…the board and these people here had contributed the EWA’s success with the naming of Frankie Manning as General Manager….he had delivered results and now had to back that all up…to keep everyone happy…but I wasn’t happy….he knew this…he didn’t want me to speak anymore here today…he saw me lash out at the reporters…knew I was itching to fight…if it wasn’t going to be Justin then I would go off on these reports…he tried to take order and calm down the situation…he had separated Justin and I…he was going to be at the next press conference…Manning didn’t want to give it away for free…us breaking into a fight wasn’t going to help…we had done our part…people couldn’t wait to see this match…there were calling it the biggest match in the history of the EWA which was funny….it wasn’t like we had been around for years…it was the biggest match because they had made us the focal point of this company…but it was an article by Billy Reed that made the most since to me…he was able to sum up just how important this match really was…not only to me…but to the EWA…
He was a writer for a New York based paper…he had become a fan of the EWA and gave us a weekly write up…it was this kind of press that got the word out…he was giving us a voice and got people interested that might not normally be….he had spent his last article hyping Retaliation…setting up the matches and giving the fans insight to the matches and what to expect from each one…and then he got to the Main Event…Buzzsaw v. Justin Marsham…Stairway to Death…but unlike everyone here today he didn’t bring up the violence of this match…he saw it as much bigger…he saw this match as much more than just a World Title match…he saw this match as a battle in which direction would the EWA go…would the EWA stay in the Buzzsaw era…a era that would continue to usher in these crazy extreme matches like Stairway to Death…a era that would certainly see the crazy insane matches that became the norm in Japan…or would the EWA usher in a new era…the Justin Marsham era….and era not as violent but more of the athletic type pushing the level of action to sights we have never seen…sure the EWA was going to remain hardcore…it was our calling card…but to what level would that be….who would lead the direction of the EWA after Retaliation…he pointed out this question…made us take a hard look at what the future of this company could be…
It wasn’t just another match…more than just the EWA World Title was on the line…for the first time in my career I was the face of a company…I was main eventing show after show….was the EWA World Champion…that could all be gone in one night…it was pointed out I was the last of my kind…the roster was made up for more Justin Marsham types…fast, strong, athletic kids…wouldn’t it be better for the company to usher in his era…wouldn’t they be putting them all at risk if they were forced to compete in matches like Stairway to Death…We had a great opportunity in our hands Billy Reed had pointed out…this area was starving for good wrestling….something they could grab a hold of and all it their own…wrestling had become a global industry…companies would come to town once or twice a year tops…you couldn’t go see YOUR wrestling promotion every week…you were forced to follow them on TV…you missed that interaction…you become less invested and move on to other interests….that’s what made us different…we were there…in New York…week in and week out they could count on us…there was a bond between our fans and us…they would see us out and about…we lived there…we were part of the same city….they could count on us…count on me…
We could be their escape from their crappy lives…for a few hours a week they could crowd into the Collosseum and forget about everything and just enjoy life…they would sit there and love it…love it all…the violence…the blood…the action…it was a rush better than a drug….they were excited…it had started as a grass root company that exploded…it was exciting for us but it was just as exciting for them….this was their company….there wrestling…and now the world was going to be watch…they read the same articles as we did….they knew what was riding on this show…they had seen this show being pumped up…they knew we needed to bring our A-Game and they felt like they did too…they didn’t want to be one of those dead crowds…all week I was being stopped in the streets…they were excited…they couldn’t wait…Stairway to Death is all they wanted to talk about…they couldn’t wait to see it….they had been on YouTube…watching all matches from Japan….they were expecting that….they were telling me they had their tickets…some would be sitting front row…thinking they were going to a Gallagher show…hoping the blood would reach them in their seats…telling me they were going to sneak in a sign or some object…for me to look for them ringside…they would toss it to me…they were invested…in the EWA…in me…they lived a rough life…a hard life…sure Billy Reed was right…the EWA roster was made up of more people like Justin Marsham…but the EWA fans were made up of more people like me…they couldn’t relate to Justin…they were not athletic like him….they didn’t look at him and think, hey this guys is like me…no they had nothing in common with him…but me….well they looked at me and saw themselves…I wasn’t anything special…just a regular guy that liked to fight…that was good at it…and I was there champion…I was able to stick it to the guy that should be champion…I was able to do what they couldn’t in their lives…sure they knew there managers or bosses were idiots but they had no choice to listen…they needed that job…they were stuck…I wasn’t….I could do the things they could only dream of…
Everyone of them wanted a better life but for one reason or the other they didn’t get it…yet…I gave them hope…someone to believe in…I never wanted to be a role model but to these people I was…sure they only saw what I did in the ring…they didn’t see behind the scenes…child support…debt collectors…they were blind to all that…they only saw BUZSSAW…the man that was EWA World Champion….the man that was going to kick that pussies ass at Retaliation…they didn’t want Justin Marsham as their champion…they wanted to see him bleed…to them he was every boss they ever had that told them they were good enough…every teacher that told them they weren’t smart enough…every girl that told them they were cute enough….they couldn’t get Retaliation on those people….but I could…I could scar the man that represented all that too them…sure they were coming to watch the show…they were pumped for the other match but it was my match they couldn’t wait to see…ironic right…
I had spent an entire career being the opening act one fan pointed out…this type of match was to get the fans ready for the real talent…some over hyped match shoved down their throats then all they really wanted to see was this…I didn’t disappoint them…I gave them what they wanted to see unlike the other matches….they were simple people and wanted simple things…things they could relate too…people they could relate too…I was that to them…I was their champion…and wasn’t about to give that up…Billy Reed was right…we were battling for much more than the EWA World Title…it was a battle for the EWA itself…the direction of this company hung in the balance along with the EWA World Title…it was a crucial time in the EWA…he made the point…but did people see that…yes it was important this show went off with any problems…but this was bigger than that…Billy was right…it was going to be a battle for the soul of the EWA…who was going to lead the EWA into this next stage of growth…who was going to be the face of the company as it reached out…these fans didn’t want to be forgotten…they wanted their representation…and it wasn’t Justin Marsham….they were looking at me and I was expected to deliver…deliver for them….be their voice….and not let the Justin Marsham’s of the world also take this way from them….no pressure right…..
[c]No Training Can Prepare You For This
Stairway to Death
The Collosseum
What makes you think you can train for this…this isn’t something you can train for Justin…you can’t simulate what you are about to experience…you can’t just make a ring and go through the motions…you can’t go out and buy barb wire and run it across the ring…ok you can do that but it’s not that simple…this isn’t just like any other match…you can’t watch tape and be ready for what will be waiting on you inside the barb wire…sure you can have Steven Slade toss you into it…try and get your back ready for the pain it’s going to experience…push your body to the breaking point….see just how far you can go…see how much you can take…but it will not be the same…Steven Slate isn’t the animal that I am…he can’t think of the things I will inside of that ring….you see he is limited….just like you…this is a different monster than you’re use to…you can have him cut you…have him beat you with that cane…but in his hands those things are merely toys…in my hands…well they are weapons…weapons I’m use to using….weapons I have mastered Justin….I know you pride yourself at being ‘The Epitome of Technical Finesse and now Extreme’ but this isn’t your game…this isn’t your world…this is my world…you are simply visiting…you have guest visa into the land of the extreme…I am a resident…I live and breathe this lifestyle…it has consumed me…defined my career…you have no idea what you are walking into…
You haven’t been the first…nor will you be the last…it’s a mistake made by many and it’s a mistake made only once…you will know at Retaliation that this isn’t a world you want to live in…there is nothing glorious about it…it’s pain and suffering at its highest level…there is no sun shine or rainbows…it’s doom and gloom….you will be happy to return to your world…leave this in your past and never think twice about it again…there will come a point Justin…a point at Retaliation where you will be beaten and bloody…you will have to look inside yourself…this is the breaking point you were talking about…you will have to ask yourself is this really worth it….is the EWA World Championship worth all this pain…sure it’s easy to sit there now and say yes….tell everyone that I will have to kill you because you will not stop until you are the champion…ha! I’ve heard that all before…but at Retaliation….you will be begging me to kill you…to put you out of the misery….to stop the pain you couldn’t imagine…to just end it all…it’s easy to talk the good game now…people always do…but if you only knew what was waiting for you Justin…you’d be singing a different tone….
Razor sharp barb wire…it sticks in your skin…goes deep into your flesh….it hooks in…those barbs attach to anything it can get a hold of…it will rip away at you as you try to remove yourself from it…you can’t train yourself over night to be ready for that feeling…it takes years and years…matches and matches….just as I couldn’t learn to wrestle at your level overnight please don’t try and tell me you can learn to fight at my level overnight…it’s an insult to what I do…an insult to all I stand for…in the land of hardcore I am king…you are merely a present…a commoner in my vast empire…and you will be exposed as such at Retaliation…they accuse me of stacking the deck…putting you at a disadvantage…you’re damn right I did….you wanted to play head games…kidnapping fans…it’s childes play Justin….a weak attempted…a desperate act from a desperate man…I let you believe you were in control…worrying about a fan…giving you that false since of security and power…let you believe that you were in control….ha….you fell into your own trap…it just shows you are out of your league…
You are convinced that to defeat me you have to become me…to beat Buzzsaw I have to become Buzzsaw…Justin when are you going to get it…when is the world going to get it…THERE IS ONLY ONE BUZZSAW!!!!….you can’t become what you are facing…it’s a fouls attempt…this isn’t a lifestyle I have chosen…it’s who I am….it chose me….what man in his right man would chose this…what man in his right mind would want to become this…you are not right in your mind Justin…you are desperate…the voice inside your head is steering you wrong….my words echo inside there….I am in fact inside your head…driving you to do the unthinkable in order to win…but you don’t see it…you can’t see it….you are blind by your need to become the EWA World Champion….this match…it’s outcome has already been written…you can’t win…you cannot defeat a monster at his own game…but you will walk to the ring blinded by the gold…blinded by the desire to be a champion…and in fact will be walking into your own dismay…
‘If winning the EWA Heavyweight Championship means he bangs himself up mere days before Retaliation– so be it!’.... ‘If finally defeating Buzzsaw in a one-on-one match means battling at Retaliation with fresh wounds – so be it!’…that’s a desperate man’s way to think Justin…you have weaken yourself…wounded yourself….I have you believing you have to become someone like me….poor Justin….he’s a puppet….reacting to my words with such desperate actions…how is weakening yourself going to help you defeat me…how is coming into Stairway to Death less than 100% a smart idea…in your attempt to understand what you can’t you have weakened yourself…you have played right into my hands like some many in the past…you are a person who fears the unexpected so you prepare…you try to climb into my head and think they way that I do….but you can never do so….you are a rational man Justin Marsham…sure your actions of late might make one disagree with that but you cannot change your spots….these are not the actions of the true Justin Marsham…these are desperate acts from a desperate man…and you are playing right into my hands…
I have you questioning yourself…trying to make yourself into something you are not…beating yourself senseless because that’s what you think you need to do…scaring yourself to know just how it’s going to feel….you are like a green rookie….trying to mimic everything you are going to experience…but you cannot do this Justin…no matter how much you want to…no matter how much you try…there is nothing you can do to be ready….you will walk out from behind that curtain and get those same butterflies…the ones that were in the pit of your stomach the first time came out to that ramp…I have been there before Justin…I have had to make that walk to a ring surrounded by barb wire…I thought I knew what it was going to be like because like you I tried to ready my mind…I sat there and cut myself with the barb wire to see how it felt…I pulled it from my skin to feel the pain I was going to experience…but the real thing….I can promise you Justin…no preparation can be made…no matter what you do or try to do…you will not be ready for the real thing…the pain is something you can’t imagine….but you will try won’t you Justin…making one fatal mistake after the another…and at the end you will be no closer to the answers you seek…just weaker from the quest….
You have your regimen…your routine…it’s gotten you to where you are at today…nobody can fault you….but they can question you…question your thinking to why would you put your body through that kind of pain on the eve of this type of match….you went to Steven Slate for training…what the hell does Steven Slate know about this world…does he have a secrete hardcore lifestyle we don’t know about…the smart money would have been to pick anyone of those men on my tapes…anyone of the men I faced in Japan and brought them into help you…but that wasn’t in you…was it…you can’t ask for help….you are Justin Marsham…you are better than that….you despise this…despise me and all I stand for…to you this is just another obstacle on your road to the championship….that’s so naive…you have no clue what this means to me…you have no idea what I have had to go through to get to this point…you live in a world that’s all about Justin Marsham…everyone is there to serve you…to be at your beck and call…you don’t understand the opponent that stands in front of you…and that will be your undoing…
You are coming into my backyard for a fight you don’t understand….and how could you…you have never had to sink to this level before in your life…and you think you will be ready in a few shorts weeks…I have been preparing my entire life…and I’m not going to allow you to just walk right into my backyard and take what I have built…I have put myself into this position…EWA World Champion…I’m not some place holder…belt warmer for the time you feel ready to claim this…no, I’m not an asterisk in the history books of the EWA…I wasn’t going to be the guy who was champion before the mega launch of this company….you see it all the time…title histories…guys you have no clue about listed and then you see a name and you recognize the history from that point on…it’s not going to be like that….I will be the one the ushers us into new heights not Justin Marsham….he will not merely walking into this fight…my fight and simply be allowed to walk out with my title and my place in this company…..
He is in over his head…involved in a match he is not ready for…a match that has defined my career…and might just end his…Stairway to Death with take the EWA to new heights…it will be what we are known for…the world will be watching…waiting for that one moment that will define an organization…we can make history you and me Justin…they will forever remember this match and you will be able to say you were a part of that…sure it will be on the losing end but still a part of something special…the time has finally come Justin…no more plotting…no more planning…there is nowhere else to hide…Retaliation is here and you have a date with a mad man…a mad man that wants nothing more than to skin you alive and leave your flesh hanging from the barbs like a hunter would hang its pelt…hit the clubs….do what you do before a big match…enjoy the time you have left…because after Retaliation you will not be able to sit back and just blend in…freaks with missing ears and noses can’t blend into society….they stand out…you always wanted to stand out…at Retaliation I will grant you that wish….people will always be looking at you…doing double takes to make sure what they have just seen…I will welcome you into the land of extreme….and send you running back home like so many men before you….Added (2011-06-18, 4:00 Am)
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The Alibi
116 MacDougal St. NR. 3rd St
New York
A thin layer of grime covers all the surfaces inside and the bar stool are held together by duct tape…but given the cheap stiff drinks and the no-nonsense bartenders will not ask you how your day is going…they know you are where for one reason and one reason only…they are quick to slam the glass down and fill it up…it has not been the week I wanted leading up to a show this important…Morgan jetted off to LA…pissed that I took her brothers advise over hers…so she split…on the eve of my biggest match…she tried to play it off like she had an audition but she hadn’t said anything up till that point…she always told me even if there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d get it…no this was just her wanting to get the hell out of here…she said I was turning into them…them…Jakob and Tim…she was freaking out as women do from time to time…they want to believe you listen to them…give what they are saying some thought…they want to believe they are more than just a fuck toy…a random hole…Morgan saw herself as my partner…not partner in that we were going to have the white wedding and all that bullshit…no she saw herself as someone I counted on…we turned to each other when we had nothing…she came to me for help and in turned I got help from her…she thought she was the one person that I would listen to…like she got a vote in my life or career…
Sure she technically was a partner in The House of Hardcore…it was her money that allowed me to purchase the gym…well most of her money…I was able to scrap up a little…but we had agreed she would allow me to call the shots…to many voices couldn’t be good for a business…her brother and Tim were not a part of that…that was just us…but she got so pissed when I announced Stairway to Death…she said I didn’t need to do that…that I was somehow talked into by Tim and Jakob…she wasn’t there…she didn’t know what was going on in my head…this was my shot to really put myself on the map…to really cement my name in this business…the EWA was a hit…a fucking hit…everyone was talking about it…watching it…and at Retaliation is was going to be Stairway to Death that was going to steal the show…it was the Main Event…the last impression of the night that we were going to leave the fans and all the people that were watching across the country…
She didn’t get that…she was so caught up in this war with her family that the slightest agreement with anyone named Mayhem that wasn’t her was seen as treachery…she didn’t get this was my title on the line why the hell wouldn’t I do something like this…but she was worried…she had seen firsthand what these type of matches can do to one’s body…she had been a part of the scaffold match I had with Matt Covey…she had fallen from that scaffold and went through the table and glass…she carried those scars even today…but she had seen the toll it took on my body…how I couldn’t move my left shoulder for days…I didn’t need that now she said…I was the world champion…I didn’t need the gimmick anymore…like I could just turn it off and be someone I’m not…Justin was trying to do this…to be hardcore….I didn’t know anything other than that life…she should know that….respect that…she had gone from wrestler to actress…she had redefined herself and said I could do the same…go from a more hardcore style to a power style…like D did…did she forget he had stroked out of his mind…was still laying in a bed somewhere with some pretty girl wiping his ass and noise…I was D…I wasn’t changing a god damn thing….
She knew the man she was with…I wasn’t changing….I rode this horse to this point and was going to ride it until it killed me…I was too damn old to try and learn a new style….I would just make them come to me if they wanted this here gold belt…It would be to my advantage…but she just didn’t get it….fuck it…I’d drink until I forgot it…forgot her…I didn’t need her in my head right now…her voice begging me not to go through with it…to call it off…like I was going to be seen as yellow…how would it look if I called it off….it would be like blood in the water and all the sharks in the EWA would come swarming…no, the match would stay…I would put myself through this one more time…that’s when she left…said she could stick around and watch as I was torn up and spit out…then the next day she claimed to have the meeting and off she went…fuck her…I didn’t need her…she didn’t want to be there then go…enjoy the sun….I’ll enjoy this whiskey…
The tattooed man fills the glass up one more time…might as well just leave the bottle pal..save yourself the trip….I wasn’t going anywhere tonight until I forgot all about her and my name just to play it safe….Sid and Chris were still in Boston…had some sort of fucking show to see…some new kid they were scouting and one of our students where on the card…bull shit…bull shit…bull shit…as the owner I was thrilled business was good…hell it was thriving because of what I was doing but whatever…you would think two people that were that close to me would want to be a part of this…guess not…fine I’ll drink a lone…I didn’t need them….this would be my glorious night and mine alone…I didn’t need to be bothered by their stupid ass questions and concerns….that’s what I liked about The Alibi…the people in here where here to drink…they didn’t want autographs or pictures…sure they would nod and pat me on the back every once in awhile…the occasional drink would be bought for me or comped…these were my people…they got it…they got me…
The door opened behind me but I didn’t look back…this bar had its regulars…I could look down the bar and see who was missing…this had to be Ralph…it was about the time he got done with his security job over at Macy’s….then out of the blue and hand struck me on the back…it wasn’t violent…more of a way to greet an old friend…had Ralph hit a bar on the way…we knew each other but he didn’t know me well enough to touch me…guess I was going to have to teach the old bastard a lesson…a tough lesson…shame…I kind of liked him…but nobody touches me…
I spun around on my stool and grabs his arm…don’t remember Ralph having tattoos up his arm or his arms being this big…I wasn’t greeted by the old man I was expecting…no…I was face to face with a toothless grin and the smell of whiskey on his breath…was I that drunk where I was seeing things…no way this could be Logan Braddock…Sledge…he wasn’t in New York…he was home in Akron…unemployed and on his couch…Tim had told me that…didn’t’ he…
Sledge: Well look at you champ, drunk and alone just like the day we met.
I was 16…it’s what 16 year olds so….and who the hell was he to judge…he was just as drunk as I was….that’s why we bonded…our love of whiskey and wrestling…
Sledge: Morgan told me you’d be here, drunk off your ass and pissed at the world, cheer the fuck up man, you’ll on top of the world, or didn’t you know that.
Sure to him I was…I had a job…Sledge was on the indie circuit…bouncing from town to town trying to make a living…I was told he had hit a rough patch…couldn’t get booked…had broken too many noises and teeth…trying to make the world as ugly as him one wrester at a time…if they thought I worked stiff they’d hate this guy…
Buzzsaw: What the hell are you doing here…
Sledge: Morgan called me, sent me a plane ticket and said you’d be needing me…
Buzzsaw: Did she now, well she was mistaken…
Sledge: Clearly, you seem just fine to me, yo, pal, another glass, fuck the ice!
He grabs a stool and grabs my bottle…no point trying to stop him…he was going to get a drink…this was his kind of bar…he would fit in nicely…just like a regular…down and out on his luck…yeah it was a perfect fit…
Sledge: Cheers…
He tips the glass back and down the glass like it was water…yeah the guy could drink…and that was fine if that’s all he was here to do…but we both knew it wasn’t…
Sledge: So you and the Mrs. are on the outs…
Buzzsaw: What makes you think that…
Sledge: Because she called me, sent me a ticket, flew me out here to make sure you were ok, you ok Buzz…
His toothless laugh echoes throughout the bar…people look at him but don’t have the balls to say anything…a bar fight would be right up his ally…
Buzzsaw: I’m just great Logan, haven’t you been watching…
Sledge: From time to time, your show is on the same night as Deadliest Catch, I love that fucking show…ha!
Buzzsaw: Right, glad to see you are doing well, unemployment agrees with you…
Sledge: Hey, don’t be a dick, I’m the only friend you have these days, unless rolling with Tim and Jakob is the new in thing…
Buzzsaw: Wow guess we are going with Morgan’s side of the story, not bias at all right…
Sledge: Her side is the only side I’ve heard…
Buzzsaw: Tim is our agent, forget about that…
Sledge: I try to everyday…
Buzzsaw: Yeah I bet you do…
Sledge: Tim McFarland is a dick, we both know that, he’s a changed man, Jakob’s little bitch boy these days, she’s afraid you are going to follow suit…
Buzzsaw: Right…
When had I ever been on the take…I was my own man…she was just bleeding and on the rag…hurt feelings…nothing more…she’d be back to normal in a week…
Sledge: Said you were going through with this Stairway to Death match…
Buzzsaw: Yeah I am, going to try and talk me out of it…
Sledge: No, I know you well enough that once your mind is made up there is no talking you off the ledge, but remember last time you defended a World Tile in a Stairway to Death match…
Buzzsaw: That was Stairway to Hell…
Sledge: Hell…Death…it was the same fucking match and you left minus the gold pal…
Buzzsaw: This time it’s different…
Sledge: Because it’s Justin Marsham and not SNA, you are really looking past this kid…
Buzzsaw: Marsham isn’t SNA…
Sledge: Didn’t say that, but he’s no nancy boy either….
He had that look in his eyes…this wasn’t a fun trip to the bar…no…he had a message for me…a point and I was going to have to hear it…
Sledge: You make it out like this guy is all pure wrestling, like that’s all he can do but correct me if I’m wrong, he was in CZW right? We are talking about the same Justin Marsham right?
He was going to be a smartass…like I over looked that fact…yeah he was in CZW…so….so was Brian Blaze…didn’t mean they were ready for this….
Sledge: He knew what he was getting into when he signed here, this wasn’t going to be pure wrestling, he knew what it was…
Buzzsaw: He didn’t know it would be this…not Stairway to Death…
Sledge: No, you have me there, nobody was expecting this…not even me Buzz…to tell you the truth I was a bit shocked by that announcement…
Buzzsaw: Cut the shit Logan, you know me, you know what I’m about, if this shocked you then you are out of touch…
Sledge: Maybe so, but I’m not the only one then…
Ok…I’ll bit…he was trying to get to a point…whatever it was…I could tell…he wasn’t pouring back the free drinks…
Buzzsaw: Ok, get to the point Logan, nobody wants to hear you talk all night…
Sledge: You want me to get to the point, fine I agree with Morgan, you don’t need to do this shit anymore, I know it’s too late now, Retaliation is signed, but you are not the same guy who use to do this, you’re not him anymore Derek…
Buzzsaw: The fuck I ain’t…
Sledge: Look at yourself, you think you are still that hungry kid looking to make a name for himself, look around asshole, you have arrived! You are the fucking World Champion, the guy we always wanted to be, dreamed of being. The guy that did those matches was hungry, hungry to prove that he belong, you belong, you proved that! You don’t need this shit, we are not those young kids anymore, we can’t put our bodies through that shit, hell it takes me 10 mins to get out of bed these days, how long does it take you…
This was his pitch…really…we all had bumps and bruises…are good and bad days…it was just part of this business…
Sledge: The Buzzsaw I knew was staying in shit holes, you are fucking kicking back at a brownstone, you are not that hungry kid anymore, I don’t see that fire in your eyes, but I do see it in Justin’s. He wants that title Derek, so much that he’s willing to get inside a barb wire ring with you, he’s willing to risk it…
Buzzsaw: You don’t see the fire, I MADE THAT FUCKING MATCH!!!
I can feel all eyes in the bar lock on to us…
Sledge: Yeah you did, but when’s the last time that good old Buzz has gone this extreme? You are living in fantasy land pal, living off what you have done, living in the past, off of what you have done! Finish that drink, I got something to show you…
I look up at him and then the drink…fine…fuck it…I’d go and see what he wanted…let him say his peace…he could go back and tell Morgan he tried…we walk out of the bar and head down the street…he seems in a rush…ready to make his point…we turn the corner and up a block and stop in front of an old building…a motel…a shit hole….
Sledge: Remember this place, we stayed here every time we came to down, the good old days, remember those, before you went big time, you want me off your back, to leave you alone prove to me that you are that same man…
Buzzsaw: How, by staying here…
Sledge: Yeah, you stay here I’ll sleep on the couch at that nice brownstone, prove to me that you are willing to go back to the old days and I’ll leave you alone, never say another word about it, never question you again…
He tosses me the keys and extends his hand for mine…fine…I’ll shut him up…stay in his rat piss motel room for a few nights…I’m not above it…I survived it once…what’s a few nights…
Sledge: Nice, well you enjoy your night, don’t let the bed bugs bite…no really, don’t let them, nasty rash man….
He laughs and hails a cab…it won’t be that bad I think as I open the door and get hit with a wave of cat piss…Jesus Christ Logan…you couldn’t spring for the Holiday Inn…
~FIN~
 
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