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| Sledge | Sep 2 2010, 10:20 PM Post #1 |
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August 15, 2010 Akron, OH Eddie’s Bar Buzzsaw: Well today’s your lucky day then, you want to see me face myself, well here, I was going to give this pass to Tim but since he’s with the Mayhems, I’ll give it to a fan…. Buzzsaw drops the CZW pass on the table in front of Sledge. His eyes widen as he stares at Buzzsaw. Buzzsaw: Come up to Chicago and see first hand as I tear apart the ‘Bad Ass’ of the CZW and instead of replacing him start the ‘Hardcore Icon’ era….. Buzzsaw tosses some money on the table, then turns and leaves the bar. Sledge is left sitting there, with nothing but a bit of a buzz and his thoughts. He picks up the pass, flips it in his fingers. Sledge picks up his glass, drinks down the rest of the whiskey, and slams the glass down. He drags his shirt sleeve across his mouth, soaking up the few drops of whiskey clinging to his beard. Bartender: Need another one boss? Sledge: Nah, I’m good. Got to get going. Sledge stands up from the table. Bartender: Get going? You always close this place down… Sledge: Sorry, not tonight…I have a bus to catch. Sledge walks pass the bar and leaves a few dollars on the bar. The bartender looks down at the money. Bartender: Sledge, you know your money is no good here, you keep it. Sledge: It’s about time I started pulling my own weight. You keep it. Take it easy. He pushed open the door and disappears into the night. August 22, 2010 Chicago, IL United Center Security Guard (into walkie-talkie): Sir, we have a man at the back entrance. He has a pass, but… Sledge grabs the folding chair, folds it up and walks towards the un-expecting guard. Security Guard:…his name is not on the list. Just as the guard finishes his sentence, Sledge cracks him across the back, dropping the guard to his knees and knocking the wind out of him. Sledge drops the chair as he walks by the guard. Sledge: Damn rent-a-cops. Sledge heads down the hallway. He passes a few backstage hands, some wrestlers. No one seems to recognize him. Sledge smirks. He hasn’t felt this way in a long time. He feels free. Just then, his smirk turns to a scowl. Tim McFarland spots him. Tim McFarland: Sledge?!? Is that you? What are you doing here? Sledge ignores him and tries to walk past. Tim grabs Sledge by the arm as he walks by. Sledge stops and glares at Tim. Tim McFarland: Sledge, is that anyway to treat an old friend? Sledge pulls his arm away from Tim’s grip. Sledge: Old friend is right. Where the fuck have you been the last few months? Tim McFarland: Where have I been? Where have you been? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you…you never return a phone call. Sledge: It’s kind of hard to return a phone call when you don’t have a phone. No work means the bills don’t get paid. And don’t give me that shit you couldn’t find me. I was back at home where I always go when I’m out of work. If you really wanted to find me, you wouldn’t have to look very hard. Tim McFarland: Well, I didn’t know you were so down on your luck. Sledge: Some fucking agent you are. I guess since my name isn’t Mayhem, you don’t give two shits. I’m not making you any money, so you could care less. I got it Tim. Tim McFarland: Come on Sledge, it isn’t like that… Sledge begins to walk away, Tim follows right behind. Sledge: That’s not what I have heard. Tim McFarland: Buzzsaw been getting in your ear? Don’t listen to his B.S. Sledge: His bullshit? I don’t know Tim, the more I see and the more I hear, I’m really starting to believe Buzz is right about you. Tim McFarland: He’s just bitter Sledge, you got to believe me. Sledge: Believe you? YOU? Buzz is the only one that gave a damn. He’s the one that made the trip to Akron. He’s the one that invited me to Chicago. And of course he is bitter. You bailed on Buzz and I as soon as you signed the Mayhems. Sledge stops and turns to face Tim. Sledge: You seem to have forgotten where you came from Tim… Tim McFarland: Sledge… Sledge: …Tim, do not interrupt me. You have forgotten where you came from. Without Buzzsaw and I, you wouldn’t be where you are today. You built your company and your reputation on the blood and sweat of Buzz and I. When Buzz was spilling his blood all over Japan, you were there. When I was busting my ass, working my way through the indie circuit, you were there. As he built his reputation as the “Hardcore Icon”, you were there. As I collected titles in major companies, you were there. But as soon as we fell on hard times, you ran for greener pasture. Just when your two old friends needed you the most, you were no where to be found. The two men that put you where you are today, you abandoned. Tim McFarland: Abandon you and Buzz? You two are the ones that disappear for weeks on end. You waste away your talents as you go on benders, sucking up every once of booze you can get your hands on. Sledge: We may have our faults, but the one thing we don’t do is turn our backs on each other. You know as well as I do, Buzz and have been butting heads as far back as I can remember, hell, our whole lives. But, whenever one of else needed a hand, the other was right there to help out. After the DCWL closed up shop, I had no where to go. I was stuck in limbo. And who was the guy that came and found me? Not you Timmy, it was Buzz. Buzz is the one that came to that bar, dropped that pass on the table, and cracked the door open to the CZW. You have been here as long as Buzzsaw, but you never extended and invitation to me. Why is that Tim? Tim just stares at Sledge. Sledge: Nothing Tim? Well, I’ll answer it for you. You have forgotten where you came from. As soon as we were not profitable to you, you pushed us aside, disregarding our friendship. Sledge turns and walks away from Tim. Tim is left standing there, confusion across his face. August 24, 2010 Akron, OH Sledge’s Home Sledge is sitting in his leather recliner, flipping through channels on his television. His cell phone rings. He picks it up and sees the name of the caller. Sledge: Shit… Sledge grimaces as he answers the call. Sledge: Tim…what you want? Tim McFarland: Is that any way to answer the phone? No hello? No how are you? Sledge: What do you want Tim? Tim McFarland: I was just calling to let you know that the CZW has booked you a match at the upcoming Overdrive in Sydney, Australia. Sledge: Against who? Tim McFarland: Waylon Krew…hardcore match. You got to look out for Waylon, he’s a tough son of a gun. His forte is hardcore matches…just like Buzz. Just want you to be prepared. Sledge: I don’t need your damn scouting report on Krew. You handle the business side and I’ll handle what happens in the ring. Anything else? Tim McFarland: Man…you really don’t like me right now, do you? Sledge: I’m not on the phone to chit chat with you… Tim McFarland: Alright…your plane ticket is bought and paid for. Just pick it up at the airport. You fly out tomorrow. Sledge: OK. Tim McFarland: Sledge, when are you going to get over this crap and start trusting me again. Sledge: With me Tim, once you lose that trust, it’s a mother fucker to earn it back. Sledge ends the call and sets the phone down. Edited by Sledge, Sep 2 2010, 10:38 PM.
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