Post by Malcolm Reed on Apr 9, 2010 16:29:52 GMT -6
Beep…
Beep…
Beep…
He suddenly became of the dark room. He lay asleep for hours. Motionless, silent, dreamless. Still he opens his eyes slowly. Expecting to see his dark bedroom lit by hellfire and brimstone. He is relieved to see only dark walls with the small streams of light climbing upward from the morning sun gleaming through the blinds. Still he is uneasy…
He turns the annoying alarm off and rests for a moment. Allowing it to sink in. How long has it been since an episode? Seems like forever. For the last year he has been almost normal. An entire year since he was haunted by the ghost of his father. An entire year since he spoke to a doppelganger version of himself. An entire year since the calm has been ruined by the ripples of a storm.
Yet for every calm day without yet another psychotic episode, mental breakdown he has lived in fear, haunted not by such episodes but by the possibility they may return. How soon before the pooka returns?
Slipping his feet into a pair of slippers he enters the bathroom. Before passing the mirror he stops. IS today the day he sees someone else through the looking glass? He pauses life like a video game and focuses. There will be nothing in the mirror except my reflection he thinks to himself (and only himself).
He opens his eyes and turns his head slowly, almost shaking with fear. He meets only his reflection. There is a sigh of relief before he finishes in the bathroom and gets dressed for work. A polo shirt and brown dress pants. Casual Friday at the old nine to five…
Something he never thought would occur ever in his lifetime. With all of the episodes he was never really that well adjusted. More so into adulthood is when he really ran into problems. Then he met…Oh what was his name? Strange, he said aloud. Why can’t I remember his name?
Nonetheless they met back when he was training for…What was that again? He spent months, years training to finally…He can’t remember strange as it may be to you, for him this is daily life. Once the episodes went away they took some of his memories with them. He just assumes he is better off without them.
He leaves the house unlocked and walks down his marble walk way to his Cadillac. As He unlocks the door he suddenly realizes something about his neighborhood. Every house built ranch style as far as he can see. Every house painted the same color white with the same light blue trim and matching window seals and roof tops. Strange…
And for each Identical house there is an identical walkway, leading to identical cars in identical driveways. These seem more than strange but perhaps this is how normal people live? Perhaps this is how things look outside of the padded room. He tried to remember the way things looked before, but gives up soon after.
As he goes to enter his car his watch alarm goes off. He checks for the time, and while doing so makes an interesting discovery…Strange he thought, as he stares at his bare arms. I could have sworn I had tattoos…
He looks around him once more and sees his neighbors, all leaving their identical houses and walking down their identical walkways into their identical driveways to their identical cars and it hits him with a fierce vertigo zoom. They’re all me…Each and every person entering their cars is Nathan himself. Waving to each other and greeting good morning and wishing well afternoons. Each and every other Nathan drives by giving him a smile and a wave.
He turns away frightened and sees his dead father standing before him, rotting, decaying, worms crawling through his nose and mouth. Maggots squirming in his wounds.
Father: Thought you could hide from us could you? Thought that leaving your life behind you and starting new was going to help? You little bastard, how dumb are you? You can play witness relocation with us you like. But we always come back…
His fathers arm morphs from a rotting fingerless arm into a mallet, he raises his arm high and swings. His hammer smashing Nathan across the head…
Beep…
Beep…
Beep…
The sounds of his alarm wake Nathan from the beautiful settings of his nightmares to his dark reality. A messy room, filled with an annoying odor he can’t seem to find the origin of. He slips out of bed and steps slipper less into the bathroom.
His feet tense for the chill of the tiles below. He stops as he passes the mirror and stares at his weathered face. The gruff on his chin for his lack of shaving. The thick blond hair tangled and uncombed. The baggage under his eyes enough for Delta Airlines to charge extra for. The tattoos covering his arms.
Yes this is real he thought, and suddenly with that realization he remembered everything he couldn’t in his dream. His life before today. Training to become a professional wrestler, hitting the circuit and meeting his friend and former tag team partner Tommy Victor.
He remembers signing with nCw with his partner and debuting against him as an opponent. He remembers defeating dirty deal and the buzz around the team of New Disease. He gins in the mirror but grimaces soon after as he continues down memory lane.
He remembers That night in the Springwood Inn. When he went off the handle and invented a new definition of going crazy. He remembers seeing the shattered glass on the ground and hearing about Tommy searching all night to try and find him. He remembers losing their tag match that week as a direct result of this night. Tommy was to tried out from trying to baby sit Nathan and Doe was one hinge away from full blown crazy.
Then he smashes the mirror with a thunders crack of his fist. The cracks in the looking glass now reflecting several angry Nathans staring back at him as blood begins to spill from the wounds on his fist. He remembers leaving without a word; to the nCw or to his partner. He went off the radar and while off of the grid he left behind his career and his friend. All in search of the path to sanity.
Such a path has not been found. Now he’s not only crazy but terrified and alone. Now all of these months later he is beginning to feel like he made a mistake. He has the itch…Well he is itchy…His skin begins to crawl. He twitches with pain. Cockroaches begins to crawl out of the wound on his fist. He screams and begins to tear his flesh away, as the bugs fall to the floor…
Hello there again to the followers of Internet Wrestling Observer. I have a doozy for you today. If you have read any of my previous articles for this website you would know that it is my job to seek out professional wrestlers willing to sit down for a little while be interviewed and talk shop.
This job isn’t difficult to get the wrestlers to do the interviews in fact the business is full of guys who want to sit down and run their mouths. Be it about how great they are, or how badly they are going to destroy their opponents. It’s so hard to get anything interesting to then feed to you our readers.
But today I am very excited to finally have a sit down with someone who is as genuinely interesting as a person, and not just as a “persona”. Yes tonight I am not talking with someone pushing a gimmick I am talking to someone whose just trying to live in peace. That man is returning professional wrestler “Nathan Doe”.
There are a lot of rumors about this man, hell if you go back and watch the tapes from his brief stint in the nCw, you know in your gut that most of them are probably true but sitting down with him was surprisingly pleasant. He is quite intimidating when he walks into the room wearing a studded leather jacket with a crimson ghost airbrushed onto the left chest pocket and back. But when he sat down I knew he was just having fun. Here are the highlights from that interview.
IWO: Hey there Doe, how are you doing today?
Doe: I feel like there’s six people in this room.
IWO: But I only see two.
Doe: You’re not inside my head though, trust me it’s crowded.
IWO: Was that a joke?
(He only grinned at me)
IWO: OK so more than a few months ago you debuted in the nCw, and things really looked good for you. But just a few months later you were AWOL, why didn’t it work out?
Doe: On the surface things looked good, but I feel that my run there was doomed form the start.
IWO: How so?
Doe: Well in my first match I debuted in a tag team match. When I signed with the company my friend Tommy and I fully intended on being in the tag division.
IWO: Right, New Disease.
Doe: Right we were going by New Disease, but in our first match we were actually put on the card against each other with to other schmucks as tag team partners. So I immediately thought that was kind of a bad omen.
IWO: But you guys got past it and the next week went on to defeat the tag champs Dirty Deal.
Doe: Yeah, like I said we went out there and were really planning on changing the tag division, and that win put us on the map.
IWO: But things didn’t stay that way did they?
Doe: No, I started having issues with my mental health, and those things didn’t just hurt me outside the ring, I had great difficulty focusing while in the ring. I just couldn’t prepare properly for our matches and we began losing.
IWO: How did Tommy feel about this?
Doe: He was very supportive. He was a blue chipper and just learning the business, I was still very young and stupid and couldn’t quite teach him what he wanted to know so we were learning the ins and outs of the business together and really had a strong bond. Which is hwy I had to leave.
IWO: What do you mean?
Doe: Well, It’s pretty simple. I was falling apart you know? Complete mental breakdowns and Tommy was suffering because he has always looking out for me. Like he tried his damndest to protect me so we could go out and wrestle. He needed me to be healthy and I just wasn’t. When we started losing it was my fault, and I was hurting his career. So I bailed.
IWO: How did the company feel about it?
Doe: Well honestly I never really talked to anyone after I left. It’s always rough for a company to be a man down but it’s not I was the world champion or anything.
IWO: But you made some sort of impression, you had to because here you are ready to go back. They are welcoming you back with open arms.
Doe: Yeah, yeah I am really grateful that they were cool enough to know I needed to leave. Mentally I wasn’t there in the ring and that could only lead to disaster. Who knows, I could have wound up dead and that would not have been good for the company, and worse an opponent of mine could have wound up dead which would have been worse for the company. So I left tried to figure things out and now I am ready to come back.
IWO: You just said you “Tried” to figure things out…How exactly did that turn out for you?
Doe: I am going to put it this way, The only thing I figured out was that I missed the business. Im sure you have heard it hundreds of times from all of your interviews but it’s your life. I had to leave for me to truly appreciate what wrestling was giving to me, and being without out makes you want it back. I Really feel lately like there is something under my skin, I have the itch and the only way to feel normal again is to get in the ring and beat some ass.
IWO: And indeed you now have that opportunity. You are booked in this weeks Suspense card in a four way match. Against, A Genius, a 2nd Generation wrestler and well your former tag partner Tommy Victor. How do you feel about that?
(He smiled, laughed and it frightened this reporter)
Doe: I am very excited to get into the ring because there are all of these elements just waiting to combust. Just look at the personalities in this match. You have someone trying to follow daddies footsteps and enter the ring. This guys going to go out there every night and be compared to his father. He is going to go out there and try to silence that and immediately try to put his name over instead of his fathers. Of course he probably feels privileged those multi generationers always do.
They literally think they have some sort of genetic doe that makes them better because they followed in their fathers or grandfathers footsteps. When really most of those tools didn’t bust their asses off half as much as the rest of us because on name alone they are catered into the ring. I mean here I am facing a second generation wrestler who is wrestling for the same company as his father.
I think there is something to that, and it’s not a good thing. I think there is some politics involved and maybe this match is a way to break this kid in but I am not a caged animal and I will attack and I will attack fierce. That bastard won’t know what hit him. I am not a stepping stone or some lapdog. I am a great white shark I am the meanest mother F*cker in the sea and I am just as hungry as anyone else. He is going to get a wake up call.
And don’t even get me started on this so called ‘Genius”.
IWO: You don’t think he is that smart?
Doe: He is far from smart and if his pre match research is any indication of his skills in the ring the ring than I think this will be more like a triple threat. He would probably be to distracted by the lights. Did you hear him trying to talk crap on us?
IWO: I did actually, he seemed pretty convinced Tommy Victor was the only competitor to worry about.
Doe: Tommy is great in many ways and I will get to him a in a minute but this guy apparently went back and studied tapes and has somehow convinced himself that Tommy is a returning veteran with something to prove. Not only that but he is positive that Tommy is the only wrestler returning. Some Genius huh? Really knows how to study and do his homework. He is so laughably wrong.
First of all there’s not just one returning wrestler there is two, Tommy and myself. Secondly Tommy is not some veteran with a scroll of accolades, he was a blue chipper rookie. So mr. Genius you are wrong again. So mr reporter man I have a question for you?
IWO: What’s that?
Doe: Why should I be afraid of this guy? What makes him so smart?
IWO: I don’t know.
Doe: This guy can’t even properly research to properly prepare for this match. I don’t know maybe there is a reason he Is on the roster. I don’t know maybe he was signed not as the Genius but as “Enhancement Talent” cause that’s exactly how he comes off when you listen to him speak.
Well Genius listen up because I have a lesson for you. Never underestimate Nathan Doe. I have seen things both real, mystical and ancient and you can throw mathematical statistics that prove you will win all you want. But no amount of erythematic can prepare you for the charismatic mad man Nathan Doe.
IWO: That leaves just one…
Doe: Tommy Victor. My Former tag team partner. If there’s only one thing anyone takes from this interview I hope it is this. I did not return to this company to be a tag team competitor. The reason New Disease died was because of my inability to look after myself. I have no interest in repeating what happened to New Disease.
I respect Tommy Victor and thankful that he was my friend when I had no one else but there will be no mercy. Not from me and not from him. If anything he is pretty pissed at what I did and how left him hanging. He’s probably got it in his head that he’s going to rough me up real bad.
I challenge that notion. I am certain that this match is going to be vicious, brutal and in your face. I have no doubt that each of us four competitors will be battered, bruised, and bleeding. And I have no doubt in my mind that I will walk away victorious.
IWO: Why’s that?
Doe: Cause I have nothing left to lose.
That concluded the interview, and I felt like there was more to be said. But then his words began to replay in my head. “Because I have nothing left to lose”. Maybe the Charismatic Mad Man is on to something with this. He has been gone from wrestling, he has soured his only friendship and lets face it, he is f*cking insane. Maybe just maybe being there is enough for the mad man. Or maybe, he goes out there and wins? You will have to do the same as I, Tune in to find out.
Beep…
Beep…
He suddenly became of the dark room. He lay asleep for hours. Motionless, silent, dreamless. Still he opens his eyes slowly. Expecting to see his dark bedroom lit by hellfire and brimstone. He is relieved to see only dark walls with the small streams of light climbing upward from the morning sun gleaming through the blinds. Still he is uneasy…
He turns the annoying alarm off and rests for a moment. Allowing it to sink in. How long has it been since an episode? Seems like forever. For the last year he has been almost normal. An entire year since he was haunted by the ghost of his father. An entire year since he spoke to a doppelganger version of himself. An entire year since the calm has been ruined by the ripples of a storm.
Yet for every calm day without yet another psychotic episode, mental breakdown he has lived in fear, haunted not by such episodes but by the possibility they may return. How soon before the pooka returns?
Slipping his feet into a pair of slippers he enters the bathroom. Before passing the mirror he stops. IS today the day he sees someone else through the looking glass? He pauses life like a video game and focuses. There will be nothing in the mirror except my reflection he thinks to himself (and only himself).
He opens his eyes and turns his head slowly, almost shaking with fear. He meets only his reflection. There is a sigh of relief before he finishes in the bathroom and gets dressed for work. A polo shirt and brown dress pants. Casual Friday at the old nine to five…
Something he never thought would occur ever in his lifetime. With all of the episodes he was never really that well adjusted. More so into adulthood is when he really ran into problems. Then he met…Oh what was his name? Strange, he said aloud. Why can’t I remember his name?
Nonetheless they met back when he was training for…What was that again? He spent months, years training to finally…He can’t remember strange as it may be to you, for him this is daily life. Once the episodes went away they took some of his memories with them. He just assumes he is better off without them.
He leaves the house unlocked and walks down his marble walk way to his Cadillac. As He unlocks the door he suddenly realizes something about his neighborhood. Every house built ranch style as far as he can see. Every house painted the same color white with the same light blue trim and matching window seals and roof tops. Strange…
And for each Identical house there is an identical walkway, leading to identical cars in identical driveways. These seem more than strange but perhaps this is how normal people live? Perhaps this is how things look outside of the padded room. He tried to remember the way things looked before, but gives up soon after.
As he goes to enter his car his watch alarm goes off. He checks for the time, and while doing so makes an interesting discovery…Strange he thought, as he stares at his bare arms. I could have sworn I had tattoos…
He looks around him once more and sees his neighbors, all leaving their identical houses and walking down their identical walkways into their identical driveways to their identical cars and it hits him with a fierce vertigo zoom. They’re all me…Each and every person entering their cars is Nathan himself. Waving to each other and greeting good morning and wishing well afternoons. Each and every other Nathan drives by giving him a smile and a wave.
He turns away frightened and sees his dead father standing before him, rotting, decaying, worms crawling through his nose and mouth. Maggots squirming in his wounds.
Father: Thought you could hide from us could you? Thought that leaving your life behind you and starting new was going to help? You little bastard, how dumb are you? You can play witness relocation with us you like. But we always come back…
His fathers arm morphs from a rotting fingerless arm into a mallet, he raises his arm high and swings. His hammer smashing Nathan across the head…
Beep…
Beep…
Beep…
The sounds of his alarm wake Nathan from the beautiful settings of his nightmares to his dark reality. A messy room, filled with an annoying odor he can’t seem to find the origin of. He slips out of bed and steps slipper less into the bathroom.
His feet tense for the chill of the tiles below. He stops as he passes the mirror and stares at his weathered face. The gruff on his chin for his lack of shaving. The thick blond hair tangled and uncombed. The baggage under his eyes enough for Delta Airlines to charge extra for. The tattoos covering his arms.
Yes this is real he thought, and suddenly with that realization he remembered everything he couldn’t in his dream. His life before today. Training to become a professional wrestler, hitting the circuit and meeting his friend and former tag team partner Tommy Victor.
He remembers signing with nCw with his partner and debuting against him as an opponent. He remembers defeating dirty deal and the buzz around the team of New Disease. He gins in the mirror but grimaces soon after as he continues down memory lane.
He remembers That night in the Springwood Inn. When he went off the handle and invented a new definition of going crazy. He remembers seeing the shattered glass on the ground and hearing about Tommy searching all night to try and find him. He remembers losing their tag match that week as a direct result of this night. Tommy was to tried out from trying to baby sit Nathan and Doe was one hinge away from full blown crazy.
Then he smashes the mirror with a thunders crack of his fist. The cracks in the looking glass now reflecting several angry Nathans staring back at him as blood begins to spill from the wounds on his fist. He remembers leaving without a word; to the nCw or to his partner. He went off the radar and while off of the grid he left behind his career and his friend. All in search of the path to sanity.
Such a path has not been found. Now he’s not only crazy but terrified and alone. Now all of these months later he is beginning to feel like he made a mistake. He has the itch…Well he is itchy…His skin begins to crawl. He twitches with pain. Cockroaches begins to crawl out of the wound on his fist. He screams and begins to tear his flesh away, as the bugs fall to the floor…
Hello there again to the followers of Internet Wrestling Observer. I have a doozy for you today. If you have read any of my previous articles for this website you would know that it is my job to seek out professional wrestlers willing to sit down for a little while be interviewed and talk shop.
This job isn’t difficult to get the wrestlers to do the interviews in fact the business is full of guys who want to sit down and run their mouths. Be it about how great they are, or how badly they are going to destroy their opponents. It’s so hard to get anything interesting to then feed to you our readers.
But today I am very excited to finally have a sit down with someone who is as genuinely interesting as a person, and not just as a “persona”. Yes tonight I am not talking with someone pushing a gimmick I am talking to someone whose just trying to live in peace. That man is returning professional wrestler “Nathan Doe”.
There are a lot of rumors about this man, hell if you go back and watch the tapes from his brief stint in the nCw, you know in your gut that most of them are probably true but sitting down with him was surprisingly pleasant. He is quite intimidating when he walks into the room wearing a studded leather jacket with a crimson ghost airbrushed onto the left chest pocket and back. But when he sat down I knew he was just having fun. Here are the highlights from that interview.
IWO: Hey there Doe, how are you doing today?
Doe: I feel like there’s six people in this room.
IWO: But I only see two.
Doe: You’re not inside my head though, trust me it’s crowded.
IWO: Was that a joke?
(He only grinned at me)
IWO: OK so more than a few months ago you debuted in the nCw, and things really looked good for you. But just a few months later you were AWOL, why didn’t it work out?
Doe: On the surface things looked good, but I feel that my run there was doomed form the start.
IWO: How so?
Doe: Well in my first match I debuted in a tag team match. When I signed with the company my friend Tommy and I fully intended on being in the tag division.
IWO: Right, New Disease.
Doe: Right we were going by New Disease, but in our first match we were actually put on the card against each other with to other schmucks as tag team partners. So I immediately thought that was kind of a bad omen.
IWO: But you guys got past it and the next week went on to defeat the tag champs Dirty Deal.
Doe: Yeah, like I said we went out there and were really planning on changing the tag division, and that win put us on the map.
IWO: But things didn’t stay that way did they?
Doe: No, I started having issues with my mental health, and those things didn’t just hurt me outside the ring, I had great difficulty focusing while in the ring. I just couldn’t prepare properly for our matches and we began losing.
IWO: How did Tommy feel about this?
Doe: He was very supportive. He was a blue chipper and just learning the business, I was still very young and stupid and couldn’t quite teach him what he wanted to know so we were learning the ins and outs of the business together and really had a strong bond. Which is hwy I had to leave.
IWO: What do you mean?
Doe: Well, It’s pretty simple. I was falling apart you know? Complete mental breakdowns and Tommy was suffering because he has always looking out for me. Like he tried his damndest to protect me so we could go out and wrestle. He needed me to be healthy and I just wasn’t. When we started losing it was my fault, and I was hurting his career. So I bailed.
IWO: How did the company feel about it?
Doe: Well honestly I never really talked to anyone after I left. It’s always rough for a company to be a man down but it’s not I was the world champion or anything.
IWO: But you made some sort of impression, you had to because here you are ready to go back. They are welcoming you back with open arms.
Doe: Yeah, yeah I am really grateful that they were cool enough to know I needed to leave. Mentally I wasn’t there in the ring and that could only lead to disaster. Who knows, I could have wound up dead and that would not have been good for the company, and worse an opponent of mine could have wound up dead which would have been worse for the company. So I left tried to figure things out and now I am ready to come back.
IWO: You just said you “Tried” to figure things out…How exactly did that turn out for you?
Doe: I am going to put it this way, The only thing I figured out was that I missed the business. Im sure you have heard it hundreds of times from all of your interviews but it’s your life. I had to leave for me to truly appreciate what wrestling was giving to me, and being without out makes you want it back. I Really feel lately like there is something under my skin, I have the itch and the only way to feel normal again is to get in the ring and beat some ass.
IWO: And indeed you now have that opportunity. You are booked in this weeks Suspense card in a four way match. Against, A Genius, a 2nd Generation wrestler and well your former tag partner Tommy Victor. How do you feel about that?
(He smiled, laughed and it frightened this reporter)
Doe: I am very excited to get into the ring because there are all of these elements just waiting to combust. Just look at the personalities in this match. You have someone trying to follow daddies footsteps and enter the ring. This guys going to go out there every night and be compared to his father. He is going to go out there and try to silence that and immediately try to put his name over instead of his fathers. Of course he probably feels privileged those multi generationers always do.
They literally think they have some sort of genetic doe that makes them better because they followed in their fathers or grandfathers footsteps. When really most of those tools didn’t bust their asses off half as much as the rest of us because on name alone they are catered into the ring. I mean here I am facing a second generation wrestler who is wrestling for the same company as his father.
I think there is something to that, and it’s not a good thing. I think there is some politics involved and maybe this match is a way to break this kid in but I am not a caged animal and I will attack and I will attack fierce. That bastard won’t know what hit him. I am not a stepping stone or some lapdog. I am a great white shark I am the meanest mother F*cker in the sea and I am just as hungry as anyone else. He is going to get a wake up call.
And don’t even get me started on this so called ‘Genius”.
IWO: You don’t think he is that smart?
Doe: He is far from smart and if his pre match research is any indication of his skills in the ring the ring than I think this will be more like a triple threat. He would probably be to distracted by the lights. Did you hear him trying to talk crap on us?
IWO: I did actually, he seemed pretty convinced Tommy Victor was the only competitor to worry about.
Doe: Tommy is great in many ways and I will get to him a in a minute but this guy apparently went back and studied tapes and has somehow convinced himself that Tommy is a returning veteran with something to prove. Not only that but he is positive that Tommy is the only wrestler returning. Some Genius huh? Really knows how to study and do his homework. He is so laughably wrong.
First of all there’s not just one returning wrestler there is two, Tommy and myself. Secondly Tommy is not some veteran with a scroll of accolades, he was a blue chipper rookie. So mr. Genius you are wrong again. So mr reporter man I have a question for you?
IWO: What’s that?
Doe: Why should I be afraid of this guy? What makes him so smart?
IWO: I don’t know.
Doe: This guy can’t even properly research to properly prepare for this match. I don’t know maybe there is a reason he Is on the roster. I don’t know maybe he was signed not as the Genius but as “Enhancement Talent” cause that’s exactly how he comes off when you listen to him speak.
Well Genius listen up because I have a lesson for you. Never underestimate Nathan Doe. I have seen things both real, mystical and ancient and you can throw mathematical statistics that prove you will win all you want. But no amount of erythematic can prepare you for the charismatic mad man Nathan Doe.
IWO: That leaves just one…
Doe: Tommy Victor. My Former tag team partner. If there’s only one thing anyone takes from this interview I hope it is this. I did not return to this company to be a tag team competitor. The reason New Disease died was because of my inability to look after myself. I have no interest in repeating what happened to New Disease.
I respect Tommy Victor and thankful that he was my friend when I had no one else but there will be no mercy. Not from me and not from him. If anything he is pretty pissed at what I did and how left him hanging. He’s probably got it in his head that he’s going to rough me up real bad.
I challenge that notion. I am certain that this match is going to be vicious, brutal and in your face. I have no doubt that each of us four competitors will be battered, bruised, and bleeding. And I have no doubt in my mind that I will walk away victorious.
IWO: Why’s that?
Doe: Cause I have nothing left to lose.
That concluded the interview, and I felt like there was more to be said. But then his words began to replay in my head. “Because I have nothing left to lose”. Maybe the Charismatic Mad Man is on to something with this. He has been gone from wrestling, he has soured his only friendship and lets face it, he is f*cking insane. Maybe just maybe being there is enough for the mad man. Or maybe, he goes out there and wins? You will have to do the same as I, Tune in to find out.