Post by Davey on Feb 2, 2008 5:50:56 GMT -5
Hello again boys and girls, it’s your favourite Scottish legend here, back to tell you another story from this crazy world that we call wrestling. Now the origins of this story lie deep in the murky past of the business, back in a time when Weapon of Choice was running our business and I was a mere 19 years old.
A word about weapon of Choice if you will. WoC was originally a group of 3 young men, lead by one old man. The group comprised of RWF Champion Michael Montana (37), the veteran brawler who as we would find out was more than a little messed up in the head, RWF television champion Tony Cliffton, he as just 18 at the time and little did I know at the time how big a part he would have to play in my career. Making up the group we had the RWF tag team champions Thrillaz Inc, a team comprising of myself (19) and Shawn MacKay (17), so as you can see it was a lot of pressure for young shoulders to carry as we tried to take RWF to the forefront of the wrestling world.
So on this particular night where our story takes place, we had just finished up a show in Charlotte and were making a drive to Charleston, Mike as always was driving, and me , Tony and Shawn were dicking around as usual, it wasn’t long till we had a case of beer open and them suds were flowing freely.
Now this was one of our post match rituals that Mike could not stand, he prided himself on being old school, yet he never got into the hard drinking after the matches that seemed to happen around the time he was coming up, maybe he didn’t make enough friends that would take him out? Who knows, and when it comes to Mike, quiet frankly who cares?
Anyhow, back to the story at hand, now I mentioned Mike didn’t approve of our post match drinking, well one thin he approved even less of was our consumption of narcotics and special herbal remedies that seemed to follow us round with great frequency. Anyway, so we are in the car, drinking it up and having a good time, when Shawn, who is in the front passenger seat, decided to test Mike’s patience to the limits, by deciding to skin up a joint.
Mike glances over to see what Shawn is doing, and as predicted he is far from happy. He growls at Shawn in his deep throaty voice to get that shit out of the car, Shawn, being Shawn just looks at him with a goofy smile on his face and continues on rolling. Now Mike is getting hot.
He takes a swipe at Shawn, but Shawn simply slides down in his seat and Mike misses him, and at the same time sends the car swerving across the road. Now while all this is going on, Tony and myself are in the back of the car looking on at the pantomime playing out before us with some amusement.
After about 10 minutes of the two in the front bickering back and forth Shawn manages to get his joint lit. Just as he takes a few draws of it, Mike grabs the joint out Shawn’s mouth, opens the window and tosses it out into the cold night air. Shawn looks at Mike, who is now roaring with laughter, Shawn is clearly un-amused, we were waiting for him to explode, instead he casually reaches for the door handle, opens his door and throws himself out of the moving car. We watch with open mouths as we see Shawn roll, over and over and over before coming to rest in a ditch at the side of the road.
Mike slams on the breaks as we all look on in amazement. Shawn picks himself up, dusts himself off and picks up the joint that was thrown out the window, before relighting it and slowly making his way back to the car. As he gets in and sits down he must have become aware of us sitting staring at him open mouthed, cause he shrugs his shoulders and says “What? It was the last of my weed!” Mike says nothing, he just shakes his head as we move off again, with me and Tony almost wetting our pants with laughter in the back.
A word about weapon of Choice if you will. WoC was originally a group of 3 young men, lead by one old man. The group comprised of RWF Champion Michael Montana (37), the veteran brawler who as we would find out was more than a little messed up in the head, RWF television champion Tony Cliffton, he as just 18 at the time and little did I know at the time how big a part he would have to play in my career. Making up the group we had the RWF tag team champions Thrillaz Inc, a team comprising of myself (19) and Shawn MacKay (17), so as you can see it was a lot of pressure for young shoulders to carry as we tried to take RWF to the forefront of the wrestling world.
So on this particular night where our story takes place, we had just finished up a show in Charlotte and were making a drive to Charleston, Mike as always was driving, and me , Tony and Shawn were dicking around as usual, it wasn’t long till we had a case of beer open and them suds were flowing freely.
Now this was one of our post match rituals that Mike could not stand, he prided himself on being old school, yet he never got into the hard drinking after the matches that seemed to happen around the time he was coming up, maybe he didn’t make enough friends that would take him out? Who knows, and when it comes to Mike, quiet frankly who cares?
Anyhow, back to the story at hand, now I mentioned Mike didn’t approve of our post match drinking, well one thin he approved even less of was our consumption of narcotics and special herbal remedies that seemed to follow us round with great frequency. Anyway, so we are in the car, drinking it up and having a good time, when Shawn, who is in the front passenger seat, decided to test Mike’s patience to the limits, by deciding to skin up a joint.
Mike glances over to see what Shawn is doing, and as predicted he is far from happy. He growls at Shawn in his deep throaty voice to get that shit out of the car, Shawn, being Shawn just looks at him with a goofy smile on his face and continues on rolling. Now Mike is getting hot.
He takes a swipe at Shawn, but Shawn simply slides down in his seat and Mike misses him, and at the same time sends the car swerving across the road. Now while all this is going on, Tony and myself are in the back of the car looking on at the pantomime playing out before us with some amusement.
After about 10 minutes of the two in the front bickering back and forth Shawn manages to get his joint lit. Just as he takes a few draws of it, Mike grabs the joint out Shawn’s mouth, opens the window and tosses it out into the cold night air. Shawn looks at Mike, who is now roaring with laughter, Shawn is clearly un-amused, we were waiting for him to explode, instead he casually reaches for the door handle, opens his door and throws himself out of the moving car. We watch with open mouths as we see Shawn roll, over and over and over before coming to rest in a ditch at the side of the road.
Mike slams on the breaks as we all look on in amazement. Shawn picks himself up, dusts himself off and picks up the joint that was thrown out the window, before relighting it and slowly making his way back to the car. As he gets in and sits down he must have become aware of us sitting staring at him open mouthed, cause he shrugs his shoulders and says “What? It was the last of my weed!” Mike says nothing, he just shakes his head as we move off again, with me and Tony almost wetting our pants with laughter in the back.
