Bob Bob Bobelow
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Post by Bob Bob Bobelow on Feb 2, 2011 17:11:25 GMT -5
A good entry showcasing Pillman’s desire to provide for his family. This is going smoothly and is one of the few diaries that I check to see if there is a new post in. Interested to see if you pull the trigger on Pillman going to the WWF or not. But, I am even more interested in the angle between Pillman and Douglas. I’ll be reading for sure!
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Post by CF9™ on Feb 3, 2011 0:15:20 GMT -5
Holy cow, man, this stuff is great. Dying to see the next entry. If he goes to the WWF, I'd love to see him feud with Austin, in kind of a Hollywood Blondes feud. Keep it up.
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Post by machoking on Feb 3, 2011 11:24:10 GMT -5
Just read through the diary and wow, absolutely amazing. Every entry is detailed and well written, it's just a joy to read. Cannot wait to see more.
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Post by Matt on Feb 3, 2011 17:15:36 GMT -5
Extreme Championship Wrestling
March 22, 1996
I got the arena three hours before start time, thankfully arriving simultaneously with Scott [Raven]. Scott and I have bonded well during my short time here, and I was hoping to have a conversation with him. We talk for about an hour, going over the accident and my injuries, him constantly repeating “You are a crazy b*stard, Brian.” I clued him in that I was trying to join the World Wrestling Federation, looking for job security and financial comfort. Scott told me that WCW sent him a contract, and he tore it up. He is a smart man not signing with the devil. WCW has a way of killing one’s passion for this sport.
Paul Heyman finds Scott and me sitting around. Supposedly he has been searching for me ever since he heard I arrived.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good as new. Doc said there is nothing wrong with me.”
“You’re full of sh*t, f*cker.”
We all share a laugh.
“So, Brian, how are we going to wrap up this angle?”
“Simple. I am going to go out there, cut a promo, call Douglas out, Scott will make the save.”
“But… but how the f*ck does that end it?”
“Paul, do I have to write it all myself? It’s a Jew beating up a Roman Catholic! The angle writes itself!”
We all laugh.
“Paul, the fact of the matter is I can’t wrestle now – it kills me to f*cking say it, but I don’t know if I will ever wrestle again. We need to turn this angle into Douglas-Levy to get the attention off me. If or when I can wrestle, we strike back up where we left off, and continue.”
Paul looks at me, a serious expression whipped across his face.
“Paul, this mig…this is going to be my last week with you for awhile.”
“I…I…I understand.”
“I’m sorry, Paul.”
He walks away. He isn’t angry – how can he be? He certainly isn’t pleased though.
Scott and I begin to talk again. I express how I feel the angle should unravel and Scott eats it up. Suddenly, he asks something that catches me off guard:
“What if I head up North with you?”
I am really taken back by this. I remain silent for a long pause.
“…we would set the wrestling world on fire.”
We exchange a smirk and than a smile.
It is almost show time and I am waiting near the gorilla position. Douglas suddenly approaches me.
“I like the angle switch you proposed.”
“Yup, I figured you’d like the chance to get back that title.”
“Look, Brian, I know we haven’t had a good relationship. Truthfully, I don’t care to f*ckin’ know you nor do I care to f*ckin’ like you. I always thought you were a scumbag, a mark for yourself. The fact of the matter is you aren’t. You got a good f*ckin’ mind and you were born for this. It is a shame what happened – we robbed the fans of something memorable. I heard this is your last –“
“Shut up, it is show time.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2011 17:19:48 GMT -5
Nice entry Matt, I liked how Brian was able to make the feud between him & Douglas to Raven vs Douglas. Very nice job!
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Post by machoking on Feb 3, 2011 17:21:58 GMT -5
Great entry, hearing Raven talking about going to the WWF with Pillman is awesome; hope he wasn't just  ing around. Shane Douglas' little speech at the end was a nice resolve, but I could just imagine Pillman thinking he's full of sh*t. I love him cutting him off. I enjoy Pillman having such an understanding about the business that he'd switch the angle over giving another man all the heat he's built up. This just gets better. |
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Post by legendkiller8 on Feb 3, 2011 17:25:35 GMT -5
I like his friendship with Scott. Nice to see him good backstage. He and Douglas teaming in the feud could be great. I like this so far. Keep it up.
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Post by CF9™ on Feb 3, 2011 17:58:14 GMT -5
Raven going up north with Pillman? Beautiful. I love how you make Shane Douglas seem like such a dickhead, lol. Can't wait for the entry about the show.
Write a book, man.
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Post by Red Dragon on Feb 4, 2011 9:35:18 GMT -5
Another great entry. Firstly the interaction between Pillman and Heyman was written well, you gave Heyman a mix of emotions about Brian leaving but it was written well so it didn't confuse. Raven going with Brian to the WWE is awesome. Hopefully Brian saying he may never wrestle again hopefully should be faulse. I'd hate to see Brian just be a manager in the end, he needs to make a comeback slowly and get into Mania. The end Douglas part was perfectly written. Good luck and keep this up.
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Post by Matt on Feb 6, 2011 0:58:18 GMT -5
Extreme Championship Wrestling
March 22, 1996
"Sh*tlist" by L7 plays over the PA system, a shocked audience attentively turns to the stage, and I slowly make my way out on crutches. The roar of the crowd tingles through my blood, causing me to forget about the pain for a second. I manage to somehow crawl into the ring, forgetting to grab a microphone though. Thankfully, someone slides one into the ring…things are about to get interesting.
“I am all so very surprised…to hear you people clap for me and scream my name…truthfully, it’s a hell of a f*cking feeling. The truth is, I am hurt…and I need all the support I can get…”
It is like they all almost patting themselves on the back. They feel good for what they did, like I need their empathy.
“But then I remember you people are nothing but a bunch of worthless, ass-kissing, hypocrites! Nothing but worthless marks! You mark for yourselves much like Shane Douglas. You really think I need the sympathy of you marks? You twofaced marks? I would rather go shoot the piss with Mr. 90’s Gofer…big E!”
The crowd does not like what they are told. They begin to turn on my completely as I dig into them. My name turns into a chorus of boos, and a true powerful adrenaline rush races up my body.
“You people think you know everything. You people think you know Brian Pillman. You people think you know me? You don’t f*cking know me! You people think I should be thankful for fans? You guys are the reason I almost f*cking died! You worthless…worthless –“
I am choking on my line…thank god! Here comes [Shane] Douglas. The crowd is ecstatic to see him, hoping to see me get my ass kicked. Douglas has such a cocky demeanor to his walk…filthy cocksucker.
“Brian Pillman! You’re the scum of professional wrestling! See, you accident made a lot of people realize life can end at any time. That, serious accidents can happen to anyone. You gathered the sympathy of us … you made us feel for you! And it doesn’t mean sh*t o you! You say we don’t know Brian Pillman!? Thank f*ckin’ God!”
Shane walks closer to me and grabs my shirt.
“It ain’t moral to beat the maimed, but I don’t have f*ckin’ morals!”
Shane pushes me to the mat, but I hit my head against the turnbuckle… the crowd eats it up. The crowd hungers for me, but Scott [Raven] comes to the ring for the save. He smashes Douglas in the back of his head with the ECW Heavyweight Championship…I manage to quickly stand u, the adrenaline killing all pain. I pick up my crutch…Douglas is slow to his feet, but he is greeted by my crutch. The crowd moans as Scott [Raven] hits the Raven Effect.
I fall to the mat…a sharp pain races to my head…feels like a train just hit me…can’t hear…it’s hard to see. I manage to the back…Scott or somebody assisting…
What is happening to me?
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Post by machoking on Feb 6, 2011 3:41:17 GMT -5
I like how this is progressing, it's got a great pace to it. The ending was really interesting with Pillman, I wonder exactly where he goes from here. Still a great read.
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Post by CF9™ on Feb 6, 2011 22:58:03 GMT -5
Pillman egging on the crowd was some good stuff, I can imagine the ECW arena right then and there. Nice little beat down on Douglas, and the end is very intriguing. Interested to see how this progresses.
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Dwight
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Post by Dwight on Feb 7, 2011 0:25:00 GMT -5
Can't say the last time I've followed this board but this is certainly worth coming back to and I had to tell you that I think this is great. I look forward to seeing what you come up with next.
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Post by Red Dragon on Feb 7, 2011 12:11:50 GMT -5
Good ending to Pillman's ECW stint if that is the ending. The ending is another really good cliffhanger. Although it adds to the realism and the carries the storyline perfectly I hope that whatever happened at the end he recovers from it. Good luck and keep this up.
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Post by Matt on Feb 8, 2011 22:00:22 GMT -5
March 22, 1996
Darkness…loud noises all around…let me sleep…
Water drips down my face; I desperately open my eyes, and gasp for air.
The lockeroom is hovering above me…I vaguely depict Joey Styles explaining to the crowd what is going on. The boys are asking a million questions…thank god! Scott [Raven]!
“Everybody give him some f*ckin’ space!”
The boys slowly start to disperse. Eventually I am left with only Scott.
“Thank you…”
“Brian, what the f*ck happened out there?”
“I don’t…I don’t know.”
I reach over into my bag, grab a few painkillers, and wash them down with some water. Scott stares out me.
“Need one?”
“You mind?”
‘Not at all.”
I hand a few pills over. He washes them down.
“Thanks Brian.”
“No problem Scott. I have to be going though – I’ll call you during the week..”
“Wait – Brian… are you sure you’re okay?”
“Well, you have to be a little crazy to be a professional wrestler.”
I smirk…and hobble away.
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Post by CF9™ on Feb 8, 2011 22:32:46 GMT -5
Good entry as usual. With him taking pain killers, and all these problems he's having, I have a feeling that this is going to eventually lead to his death.
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Post by Matt on Mar 3, 2011 21:12:29 GMT -5
The months following March 22, 1996
When I left Philadelphia that faithful March night, it felt like abandonment. My heart was ripped from my body; I felt empty. I left my fans high and dry – they think I’ll never wrestle again… will I? If I don’t... sh*t, I’d rather be dead.
I hear from Paul [Heyman] every once in awhile. He wants to know about my health – I wish he would just be blunt. He wants to know if I can work, though he never quite manages to ask. I like Paul…I think I like hating Paul more though. He is a genius, but a complete puss…and f*ckin’ selfish – he knows how to use a man.
Melanie has really been nagging me lately. She wants me to get a real job… she doesn’t understand. I am a professional wrestler. I don’t wear suits every day, sitting behind a desk, crunching numbers or wear cheap khaki pants and polo, bagging groceries at Food Mart. I slam people down, jump off top ropes, and bleed to the cheers of thousands of people. I am a professional wrestler. Does my body want to be? No. Does my soul? Yes. I love Melanie, but she doesn’t understand. It is funny though…she wants me to find a new job, but I never see her looking for one… what the f*ck ? I need to provide for my family!
Steve [Austin] and I shared a few calls throughout the months of March and April before finally getting together in May. Steve was able to get to town the day before a local event to grab lunch with me. It was nice and relaxing reminiscing…the Hollywood Blondes, f_ckin’ Atlanta. He said Atlanta actually called him recently, seeing if he would go back. Trust me when I say, you’d rather be dead than in Atlanta.
Steve than decided to tell me he talked to Vince about me. Vince wants me to go to the Raw taping tomorrow. F*ckin’ Steve… had to wait until last minute to tell me, ha. Steve comes back to the house with me. I make a call to Scott [Raven] as Steve goes to the sh*tter.
“Scott?”
“Brian – how ya been, my man?”
“Great, and yourself?”
“Miserable… Bischoff called me, offered me six figures a year.”
“You gonna do it?”
“I need the money…”
“Look, I had lunch with Steve this afternoon and he set up a meeting with McMahon tomorrow… if you can get to the area, we can talk to McMahon together.”
“Wow… thanks Brian. Umm, I’ll try my best to get over there.”
“Well, hopefully I’ll see you.”
I’m so nervous for tomorrow… my stomach is in knots. I can’t even tell Melanie… what if I don’t get it?
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Post by Matt on May 1, 2011 23:44:54 GMT -5
May 13, 1996
I arrive to the arena around two in the afternoon as I was supposed to meet Steve in the lobby. Shockingly, after an hour wait, he was still nowhere to be found. I wander around the building… it has been a long time since I was in a big arena. In a way the feeling is electric… thousands of people standing cheering for or against me; yet, at the same time it is horrible, with terrible memories of Atlanta scarred in my mind.
I run into of a few of the boys, but no one I am too familiar with. They are all praising me, which is strange… I really didn’t think my work was that well documented. Am I flattered? I guess so. I run in to this really young kid, totally marking out… Jesus, what a waste! He said his name was Justin Tiger. He said he had a tryout match tonight – if these Southern kid gets a job and I don’t…
People need to leave me alone. My nerves are shot, my stomach twisted in knots… it is getting a little hard to breathe. I find a seat in a corridor, and put my head into my lap.
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“Brian. Brian. Brian!”
I open my eyes to a white daze… who is calling me?”
“Brian!”
Standing before me a true old friend… I get up and hug him.
“Owen…God damn! How have you been?”
“Brian, that isn’t even important – how the hell are you? What are you even doing here?”
“Meeting Vince… trying to get in.”
“Man, that would be crazy if we could work together again… remember our old days together?”
“They were wild… crap, how is Bruce?”
“Dead.”
“Sh*t… I’m sorry.”
Owen lets out a huge laugh.
“I’m just screwing with you! He is doing great… man you should have saw the expression on your face!”
“You’re a sick man, O.”
Owen cannot stop laughing.
“It is all in good fun.”
We sit and talk for awhile and for a moment everything seems alright.
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Ramos
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Post by Ramos on May 2, 2011 5:58:54 GMT -5
I love this diary, I reread the entire thing and I got lost in it, I genuinely thought of it as Pillman talking himself. You have a great knack for this and I'm looking foward to how Pillman does in WWF, hopefully this will last a lot longer and come to an awesome conclusion. Keep up the awesome work
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Post by legendkiller8 on May 2, 2011 19:40:56 GMT -5
I love this diary, I reread the entire thing and I got lost in it, I genuinely thought of it as Pillman talking himself. You have a great knack for this and I'm looking foward to how Pillman does in WWF, hopefully this will last a lot longer and come to an awesome conclusion. Keep up the awesome work He pretty much stole the words from my mouth. |
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