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Post by Matt on Aug 7, 2010 22:33:27 GMT -5
 Wrestler: Brian Pillman Name: Brian William Pillman Born: May 22, 1962 Hometown: Cincinnati, Ohio Height: 6'0" Weight: 235 lbs. |
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Post by Matt on Aug 7, 2010 22:34:05 GMT -5
“I respect you, booker man.”
World Championship Wrestling has come to terms on the release of Brian Pillman as of today February 12, 1996. We wish Brian Pillman the best in all future endeavors.
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Post by Matt on Aug 7, 2010 22:35:13 GMT -5
 Extreme Championship WrestlingFebruary 17, 1996Less than a few hours after I was granted my release from hell, Paul Heyman was calling me at home. I answered and we had a business talk – as I expected we would. I worked for Paul in the past, and I had a good experience with him. He told me CyberSlam was coming up during the week, and offered me $500 for an appearance. I told him I would be there, but things would get a little crazy… I arrive in Philadelphia a little after one in the afternoon. A taxi brought me to the corner of South Swanson Street and West Ritner Street, and I snuck in the arena before the fans arrived. The place smells like shit, but I will make do. Paul Heyman quickly grabs me so we can discuss what I wanted to do tonight. I tell him what I want to do, he puts his two cents in, and we end up going with my idea. He calls in Joey Styles and Shane Douglas, along with some other kid I am unfamiliar with, and we discuss tonight’s angle. Joey Styles opens up CyberSlam in familiar fashion; however, before anything “planned” for the night is going to happen, I was going to have my time to shine. The lights go off and the fans are wild. I quickly find my way to the ring, as Joey Styles yells out, “Hey, who the hell are you?” The lights flicker on, I am revealed, and the audience is going crazy. I stand with my arm extended, holding out a cane into the air. I rotate in a circle exposing myself to the entire arena as Joey Styles stutters out my name. As the fans chant my name, my adrenaline really starts pumping, but the fans have no idea what is about to happen. “What are you doing here?” Joey Styles asks. “Haven’t you heard…?” I let out an uncomfortable laugh as I rub my hand through my hair. “Joey, I like you as an announcer. You know why? Because I just had an announcer in Atlanta, Georgia take away my constitutional rights. I have been fired by Eric Bischoff!” The crowd erupts in boos from hearing his name – we both feel the same way about the man, I see. I joke, “He’s a pretty popular guy. He is very popular with my legal department as well. Bischoff, or should I say jerk off…? You can’t take away my constitutional rights because I am in Philadelphia were the constitution was…” The roar of the crowd cuts me off. Their electricity can provide the whole world with light. I finish my line, “were the constitution was written.” Seriously, I continue “Now Mr. Gofer, Mr. 90’s whiz kid…the great success story of ’96, former gofer coffee go-getter, has now left the show in the big time…you are a piece of f*cking sh*t!” I walk around the ring as Joey Styles anxiously announces, “Now, on that note we are going to go to a commercial break. A bombshell has been dropped; Brian Pillman is in the EC…” I snatch his microphone. “No…no…no…no…no Joey Styles, cause you aren’t running this interview, I am – Brian f*cking Pillman! I push Joey Styles as he tries to say something, but I grab the microphone from his mouth. “Let me tell you a little more. Do you know what Eric Bischoff is? Eric Bischoff is each and everyone one of these mother f*cking smart marks rolled up in a wagon, giant piece of sh*t!” The crowd is appalled and starts booing me. Now, this is a real bombshell. I push Joey Styles and pry the microphone from his hands. “I guess you guys didn’t get that. Smart marks! What’s a smart mark? A mark with a high IQ?” A sign in the front row reads, “PILLMAN, DONT WORK ME,” and the crowd is chanting for me to read it. I yell, “Okay, smart marks! Okay, you know what a mark is? A mark is a man who pays his last twenty dollars on crack cocaine! A mark is a guy that believes that OJ didn’t do it. And a mark is each and every one of you sorry sons a b*tches. So you know what? You know what I am going to do right here, right now? The only appropriate thing Brian Pillman should do. I am going to yank out my Johnson and piss in this hellhole!” I unzip my fly as Joey Styles yells, “What are you doing!?” Tod Gordon, Paul Heyman, and Shane Douglas race to the ring to stop me. Gordon says, “This wasn’t a part of the deal, brother. This wasn’t part of the deal.” Paul Heyman than chimes in, “This wasn’t part of the deal, this wasn’t part of the deal.” “This is not part of the deal!” “Deal?” “This is not part of the deal!” “The deal is, I do whatever I want, wherever I want! And I don’t give a f*ck about you or your smart marks, booker man!” I push Paul Heyman away and grab Joey Styles. I relinquish Joey Styles, allowing Styles and Tod Gordon to call for security. A flip off my jacket, look square into the eyes of a referee and push him to the mat. Shane Douglas gets in my face and is angry – I guess he does not like impromptu situations. Security climbs into the ring and I mockingly turn around and prepare to be handcuffed. Meanwhile, Heyman and Gordon are restraining Douglas who is yelling, “He is shooting…he is shooting!” Heyman yells at me, “f*ck you!” as I crawl underneath the bottom rope, with security escorting me out of the building. They toss me over the barricade to throw me out the back door, but I push them away, and start to walk towards the entrance aisle. I stop to yell at some fans. I find the plant, spit into his face, and he takes a swing at me. I throw him over the barricade and into the ring. Joey Styles screams, “He’s crazy,” as I pull a fork out of my boot and start to attack the plant. Shane Douglas hits the ring to break up the attack, and I flee to the back with security in pursuit. Shane Douglas than grabs a microphone and begins to verbally assault and challenge me. I am not too concerned on what exactly he is saying as I have faith he is doing the job right. |
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Post by duan on Aug 7, 2010 22:40:33 GMT -5
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Post by legendkiller8 on Aug 7, 2010 22:44:52 GMT -5
Yeahhhhhhhhh Matt!  |
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Post by DTP. on Aug 7, 2010 22:50:48 GMT -5
I like this. ;D
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Post by ✖ AJ on Aug 7, 2010 22:50:58 GMT -5
Sick.
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Post by TheNinthCloud on Aug 8, 2010 9:27:12 GMT -5
Honestly, I really didn't want you to have a side diary so you could focus one your other one, (Which I will reply to) But this looks like a good diary. I hope you stick this one for a bit because I'm interested in first persons.
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Post by Matt on Aug 8, 2010 10:32:42 GMT -5
February 17, 1996
I only stuck around in Philadelphia for a few minutes. I briefly talked to Paul Heyman, but we did not get into too much business. I told him to call me in the morning so we can work something out. On my way out, I ran into Scott Levy [Raven]. Levy told me he loved what I did out there, and maybe the two of us can work a program eventually. I smirked and told him it is always a possibility.
I caught a taxi, and got to the airport with enough time to grab something to eat before my flight. I landed in Cincinnati in just over an hour. By the time I got to my Hummer, it was almost midnight. I pulled out of the parking lot, singing along to Wonderwall, and was home before I knew it. Melanie greeted me at the door, asking me how everything went. I told her every detail about the angle. She sensed my excitement, and told me that she cannot wait to see the video. We went to bed, and for the first time in a long time, I sleep with no worries.
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Post by Matt on Aug 8, 2010 10:50:45 GMT -5
February 18, 1996
The family and I are eating breakfast when the phone rings. Melanie answers and tells the person, “Hold on a second, please.” She tells me it is Paul. I smile, thinking about how we are going to progress the angle, but at the same time, I hate to step away from my family. I take the phone from Melanie and kiss her on the top of her head.
“Paul –“
“Brian, my man, you f*ckin’ killed last night. Everyone thinks you’re crazy.”
“I hope I don’t disappoint when they find out I’m not.”
Paul laughs. “Brian, we both know there isn’t much time for you in ECW. Vince [McMahon] will be callin’ you soon, but I don’t want you to leave without finishin’ the angle with Shane [Douglas].”
“Paul, I haven’t been this excited about wrestling in a long time. Trust me… I will do anything to finish this out.”
“Great, great… umm, we have a show Friday and umm…you think you’ll make it?”
“500 again?”
“Oh yeah, certainly…”
“I’ll call you when I land on Friday.”
“Awesome Brian, you’re the f*ckin’ man. Everyone is gonna remember this stint.”
“I know Paul. I’ll see you on Friday.”
I hang up the phone, and Melanie seems a little disappointed. I tell her that I will be back in Philadelphia on Friday – like she didn’t already know. The kids whine a little and complain that I am never home. That is the sacrifice of professional wrestling – I hope one day they will understand.
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Post by The Kevstaaa on Aug 8, 2010 11:07:02 GMT -5
Awesome stuff so far. I loved the first promo, it was very Pillman like. I remember some of that first promo he cut in ECW. Liked the addition of the part in his home. Keep this up.
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Post by duan on Aug 8, 2010 13:40:47 GMT -5
I really like this so far. Its got a realism feel mixed in with wrestling. Actually, from reading those two entries, I have become a bit sad, as this is what really happens. You have hooked me in man, congratulations, you have a reader/replier.
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Post by legendkiller8 on Aug 8, 2010 13:47:48 GMT -5
You added the perfect touch of wrestling and realism into it. The promo was much enjoyable and looking forward to what's to come in the near future for Brian Pillman. Good job, Matt.
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Post by Red Dragon on Aug 8, 2010 14:27:20 GMT -5
I'm loving this so far man, its not just your basic first person diary of a cocky guy or a funny face but you've managed to merge all kinds of emotions into your writing, you last post showed that with the whole family thing, I'm hoping something happens with Raven down the line as that would be amazing, so far everything is amazing really hope you can keep this up, good luck.
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Post by chaz on Aug 8, 2010 15:20:34 GMT -5
Very, very nice start. I will definitely be reading this religiously. <3 Pillman.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2010 21:55:33 GMT -5
Great start dude. Seems very realistic and is excenllently written. I will definitely be reading this.
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Post by koreygunz on Aug 9, 2010 18:19:12 GMT -5
Good stuff!
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Post by Matt on Aug 10, 2010 0:06:05 GMT -5
the week of February 18, 1996
I spent the week enjoying the company of my family. When I was Hell I didn’t get to spend much time with them. I kind of hope Vince [McMahon] doesn’t offer me a contract for a few months. I dread going back on the road full time.
Before the kids went off to school, we shared gentle goodbyes. Saying goodbye never comes easy in this family, but they seem to understand that I will be back for when they wake up tomorrow. Around eleven I say goodbye to Melanie and drive my Hummer to the airport. I land in Philadelphia a little after one, and I am at the arena before two. I sneak into the building, doing my best so no fans will see me. I quickly find Paul to have a meeting.
“You and Shane Douglas are gonna have a match down the road. How we gonna get there, Brian?”
I have never been given so much control over my character – it is a great feeling, but at the same time, if I mess it up, there is no one to blame but myself. I tell him we need to really focus on me being a “loose cannon.” I tell him that I should spend the next few weeks crashing wrestler’s interviews and eventually move on to crashing matches. Meanwhile, let Shane cut promos to build towards the match. When the time calls for it, we will have a physical altercation and soon after our match.
“Good sh*t Brian! So what you gonna do tonight?”
I sit back and smirk. I ask if The Gangstas are around…
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Post by duan on Aug 10, 2010 0:11:09 GMT -5
DUDE, so hooked right now. I love the comment about not wanting a big contract just yet and wanting to spend time with family. Full control can make or break someone. Love it man, I am so hooked!
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Post by Matt on Aug 10, 2010 0:39:03 GMT -5
Extreme Championship Wrestling
February 23, 1996
The Gangstas stand with Joey Styles, with a black and purple ECW banner hanging behind them. New Jack has a guitar in his hand and Mustafa a staple gun. These two men are real badasses, but they have good minds for this business. New Jack is tearing apart the current ECW Tag Team Champions, The Eliminators. They are talking about how they are the best tag team today and yadda, yadda, yadda.
Suddenly, I run into the shot. I push Joey Styles, a little too hard, and he falls. I grabbed his microphone:
“New Jack…Mustafa…The Gangstas – you two are as tough as them come? Well, you’re about as intimidating as Mr. Gofer from Atlanta, except they don’t walk around with nail guns and guitars down there. But this is not about the past anymore…no – no – no. This is all about the present…about ECW.” I smirk and rub my hand through my hair. “It seems that I left a bad taste in the mouth of all you smart marks. Actually, smart marks, I have to apologize to you all. I stabbed one of you with a fork last week…but I wanted to stab you all! But don’t feel bad that you don’t like me, smart marks, because it seems like Tod and Paul and Shane… well they don’t like me either. They think I’m unstable… they think I’m crazy, they think I am a liability!” I laugh and put my arm around New Jack. I ask him, “You don’t think those things about me, do ya?”
New Jack pushes me off of him and sternly says, “Boy, ya’ touch me again an’ you won’t hava hand to touch me wit’!” I look at New Jack and laugh. I swiftly grab his guitar from him and both Jack and Mustafa are ready to fight.
“Relax boysss…” I throw the guitar against a wall, off screen, and it breaks. “They say The Gangstas are as tough as they come. But, you know what they really should call you? N*ggas with attitude!”
New Jack legitimately takes a swing at me, but I duck and quickly get the hell out of there. Both New Jack and Mustafa are chasing after me, but thankfully the camera is no longer rolling. The lockeroom, or at least what seems like the lockeroom, is holding the three of us apart. New Jack is screaming, “That wasn’t part of the plan!” Thankfully, Paul Heyman gets order and he tells New Jack that he told me to say that. New Jack is extremely ticked off, but finally walks away. Impromptu situations really don’t make people happy around here.
A few of the boys start laughing and soon go their separate ways. I find Scott [Levy/Raven] and we bullsh*t for about an hour. We sit by the monitor and watch Shane Douglas cut a promo on both of us. He promises to kick the sh*t out of me when he gets his hands on me, and that he will defeat Scott tonight in their match. Douglas is pretty entertaining on the microphone – I just wish he was entertaining in the ring.
Scott eventually has to go get ready for his match, so we part for the night. I find Paul and get my $500 He also hands me a tape of last week’s angle – I can’t wait to show Melanie. I call a taxi, which arrives rather quickly, and I head out to the airport. A bad storm causes my plane to be delayed. I call Melanie and tell her not to wait up for me. I eventually board the plane, and by the time I get to my house, it is five in the morning. I quickly collapse in bed, but I don’t get much sleep as the kids are waking me up by eight.
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