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| Topic Started: Jul 21 2010, 08:21 AM (118 Views) | |
| "Psycho" Sam Attic | Jul 21 2010, 08:21 AM Post #1 |
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Family Ties I had heard or read that everyone has that one moment in their lives that they step back and say “This was damn good work.” I don’t claim to say I am the world’s greatest writer. Hardly, I get by on short stories for porn mags or last minute fill in columns for whatever magazine hires me. I need to stop. First I need to introduce myself. My name is John Agar. Yeah, yeah, like the old movie star. No relation. I am a writer by trade, survivor by habit. Now that you know me, let me continue. I was hired by Wrestling Weekly, even though they are published monthly, to write a where are they now piece. The thing that caught my eye was the name. Alan Fiscus Jr. Now I know my wrestling info. I have been a fan for so many years that it isn’t even worth mentioning. So I was kinda surprised that the name came up. Its not that he was a bad wrestler, far from it. If anything he was a great wrestler in the business at the wrong time. That would be the 70’s and early 80’s. Back then so many were pushed not because they were good, but for what they could do for the promoters. So many individual territories. This was before one global deal. But having followed the hottest company around in CZW, I was familiar with the Fiscus name. Being that Alan Fiscus the 3rd is the world champ, Matt Fiscus, better known as Sam Attic, was there and doing very good for himself and even a cousin in Garrett William was there and making a name as well. So when this chance came to me, I had to jump on it. So now that you know all that, it’s the reason I am sitting here in this bar waiting on the father of the clan that is taking the wrestling world by storm. I sipped on my beer and watched the crowd. It was not really any surprise that when the man himself entered the crowd parted and some patted him on the back. He looked over at me and threw a hand up in greeting and motioned to the waitress and to bring him a drink. He sat and introductions were made and he looked at me with a pause as he began to answer my first question. ![]() “Mister Fiscus. Can you tell me what it was like back in the times you wrestled?” He was acting like he was lost in thought. I had my recorder handy and waited till he was ready. Didn’t take long. “What was it like? It was hard. There weren’t any guarantees back then. We had to work our asses off each and every night. There were times I worked an afternoon show and drove like a mad man to make a night show. I was beaten, bloody and always ready for more. The money was low. We didn’t make enough to pay for a hotel room and food some nights. Others we made a little better and used it to get drunk or use whatever drug of choice was available.” I was taken aback by that. He said it with such a mix of bitterness and fondness. I wasn’t sure how to really take that all in. “I know that you had what literally had to be thousands of matches in your career. Who were some of the ones you enjoyed the most? I mean the opponent as well.” Once more that look came over him. Like he was looking through a rolodex in his mind. “There were so many. Some are what they call legends now. Some are six feet under and not remembered. I always gave it my all in the ring. Back then there wasn’t any internet that let the average fan in on how things were done. I remember we used to get the fans hating us or loving us so easily. All it took was the right word, the right punch. Or something as simple as not doing anything they thought we should do. I was in a match with Manny Fernandez, the raging bull. He was a good man, gave it all every time he stepped in the ring. He hit me in the mouth one night and I lost a tooth. I didn’t say anything. A couple days later we had another match, we were touring then, I was able to catch on with a decent promoter, and we were going for the tag titles. I had teamed with my “uncle” and we were hot. The fans hated us, but we were after the tag belts. Manny’s partner that night was Thunderbolt Patterson, that was a man who had no business in the ring, but it was near the end of the match. I was holding Manny in a headlock and I whispered to him about the tooth. He laughed which pissed me off and I let him go and threw a snap back elbow. The point of it hit him above the eye and he started bleeding. The crowd was nuts with what happened. I started digging at the cut and he really started pouring blood. Anyway, we ended up winning the match and the tag title. Manny? He did good for himself, just never broke the big time. Not that I did any better. But from that day on we were good friends. So I guess that would have been near the top of at the top of my list of favorite opponents or matches.” I waved to the waitress and ordered two pitchers of beer, this was going to be a long and very good interview. “You mentioned that there wasn’t much money. What about any free time you had? Were there groupies back then as well as today?” ![]() There was that look again. Except this time he was not so much as thinking as he was remembering. Yes there is a difference. “Free time? Hmmm. I never really had any free time till later on in my career. I mean, sure, there were women that wanted to brag they bagged a wrestler. Back then we were modern day gladiators. Someone to be afraid of or to be challenged by any beer filled redneck that thought they were a tough guy. I had my share, to the point they blurred together. A red head one night, two blondes the next and so on. But there was one woman that wouldn’t put up with that. She was something. I had to actually be worth it to her. But it was in me to do it. For a time at least.” I poured us each another glass and looked up at him as he turned his up. “That would be your ex, Michelle. Correct?” He nodded as he sat his glass down and rolled it around in his hands. He wanted to talk, I could feel it. “Yeah, Michelle. She was something. Back then it wasn’t common to meet a woman that liked wrestlers and that was raised without the easy living that was common. I saw her and the world fell apart. She was it for me. I was ready to do anything for her. Nearly did. She wasn’t keen on me being on the road so much, what woman would be? But she understood my passion for the ring and for her. She was willing to settle for phone calls and the occasional weekend or day at her place. I finally did the one thing that felt so right. I married her. Things changed for me. I wasn’t making as a ‘superstar’ but I was making it good. The money was rolling in, I was part of a stable back then and we were on top and riding high. I was able to get more days off and we eventually started a family.” I changed recorders. Even today they don’t hold enough space to make it worth having just one. “That would be the CZW World Champ, Alan Fiscus the 3rd.” He nodded as he leaned back and got settled again. “That’s him. I remember the last time we talked in person. There is always a phone call. We talk as much as we can. I would like to see him more, but we get along real well. But he is damned good. He is picking up where I left off. Hell, who am I kidding? He has already passed me by. But that’s what sons are supposed to do.” I hate this part of interviews. I had to prod him to continue. “What about Michelle? How did that end with you and her?” Ouch that had to be a sore spot. His brow furrowed and he shook his head slowly as if the thought hurt. “That is tough. I guess it would depend on who you asked. Me or her. I would say it was mostly because of me being on the road. Never there for her like she wanted. She would probably say it was my drinking. Either way, it ended a little after the twins.” I nodded, time to show off what I knew about him. “Aren’t you forgetting about someone? You have a daughter. Her name is Ciera Nicole. Then the twins Matt and Mike.” He half smiled and half frowned. Hard expression to pull off. “Yeah. There are four all together. Ciera, she is doing good. I keep up with her career. She goes between California and Mexico. She likes that high flying style they use down south. Real good at it too. She just won a women’s title in Mexico and also has a tag title in Japan, or did, she dropped it recently because her partner got hurt. But I cant say anything bad about it. And before you ask, yeah Matt and Mark were the last two before the breakup. I still keep tabs on them too. Mike works with computers, he never liked the ring, cant fault him for that. Not everyone does. He is more like his mother. But Matt, he is an odd one. He has that fire like Alan does, but he walks his own path. I told him to do that though. Matt should be here in a few minutes. I didn’t think you would mind. I know he was on his way to Indianapolis and figured a stop over here in Atlanta wouldn’t be that big of a deal.” As if right on cue, Matt Fiscus walked up to the table and grabbed a chair and sat down. I didn’t bother them as they talked for a few minutes. It gave me time to hit the pisser and let that damn beer out. When I went back to the table, they were talking about things Matt was up to. “Yeah I got a title match. I want that title just to shut that ass up. You watch Summer Showdown? I beat the hell out of him with his own weapon. Even though he claims it was cause he was weak and already beat up. The dick even forgets to remember that was one of the ones beating on him. I was as tired and beat on as he was. He just doesn’t want to give me credit for doing it first.” I listened fascinated. Here sat a legend, even if he doesn’t get the proper credit and a rising superstar. I’m not sure if Matt would be considered a second or third generation wrestler but it didn’t matter. I was happy to have them here. “Matt. Can I ask why you don’t use your real name? I mean its no secret that you and Alan are brothers.” He looked at me and then at his father. He was given a nod, I am still not sure if it was an okay to talk or if it was an okay as if to say I was safe to talk to. “That’s simple. When you say Fiscus, who do you or anyone else think of? Alan. My bro is making the world in his image, like I will someday. But in the mean time when they hear the family name, I would get lost. My bro, he deserves all he has. But I want mine. So I use “Psycho” Sam Attic. When you hear that name you think of the man behind it. Me. I wont be in a shadow. I stand on my own two feet and that’s the best way to be. The old man taught me that. Among other things.” I changed recorders, I hadn’t expected this much info. Now I would have to figure out a way to get all this in one article. “Not to get off subject here. But I was watching the CZW channel and your opponent for the X Title said a few things and tried to be intimidating.” Matt, I mean Sam, raised a hand as if he were stopping traffic. I waited till he got a glass and downed his beer. “I saw it. I keep an eye on things. As for what had to say, there is some truth, like the beating. But there is some things that the soon to be ex champ hasn’t learned about me. First thing is that I am not intimidated. Not one bit. And certainly not by his trying to copy a Total Mayhem promo. That shadow shit is for the little weak minded fools to be scared of. He reminded me of a whiny little slut.” I had to ask. “How so?” Sam looked like a Cheshire cat. I can see the family resemblance shining through. “Ryan Shane was whining on and on about someone not helping him when he needed it. Yet there he was bragging about how he did the same damn thing. The fool is a hypocrite for that alone. But the real kicker is that he wanted the world to believe because he got a so called friend of his let him down. Life sucks Ryan. Get used to it. You looked like some little preteen slut getting her period and not knowing it doesn’t go over well with your boyfriend when you get it all over him. You do realize that’s what it looked like right? Knox Harper the bitch to the whore Ryan Shane. Enjoy the menstrual cycle and you can rev it up and ride on down the road to loserville where you belong. I am not in the frame of mind to worry about what could have beens, shoulda beens or anything but taking that shiny little belt away from you and making me the longest reigning title holder ever. And just to be clear on the subject, even that Mexican jumping bean Squirrel looking, Japanese acting El Pablo will get in my way. He doesn’t call it down the middle and I will take him out like, well like that tampon you were playing with Ryan. Can I make it any plainer than that?” I was going to ask a question, but I stopped. Father and son talks are more fun without any outside interference. “Matt, I watched the little scene that pretender did. I want you to think about this for a minute. He has what you want. How bad do you want it? He wont just hand it over. I have years behind me in the ring son, I said the same thing to Alan right before he won the world belt. I know you aren’t him and this isn’t the same thing, but think about it.” I would never have thought to ask about that or even mention it in an interview. Its good to sit and listen once in awhile. “I want it so bad I can taste it. Ryan Shane is a nothing. A nobody. He doesn’t deserve what he has gotten and wouldn’t have it had my hand not slipped. He knows that. Hell anyone with half a brain knows that. I get this title and its to the top for me. It’s the beginning of me being my own man. It’s the beginning of me being a true star. It has my name written on it. Not literally, but figuratively. Think about how hard it would be for someone to take it from me. I couldn’t be beat. I am a Fiscus, we don’t know failure. I own that title. Ryan would crumble because I beat him for it. He thinks being so straight and pure is the right thing. How humbling would it be if I showed him how a beer drinking, sex loving, pill popping sinner beat him down and owned him. He doesn’t know what real struggle is. He doesn’t know how it is to earn what you get. All he knows is luck. And most of all he doesn’t know that luck runs out. His has. I will own his ass, I will prove I am the better man. I will be the next and best X champion.” A father doesn’t always have to say things. I know this. But the look on a mans face when he talks about his kids can only be surpassed by the pride he shows. I saw this in the face of Alan Fiscus Jr. He almost beamed with pride when Alan, Ciera, Matt and Mikes name were mentioned. The only thing that was different was when he had that what if look when Michelle was mentioned. I came here looking for a story to fill a page. Instead I found a man with family ties that made the heart fill with pride. |
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