Post by Jack Tillman on Nov 26, 2017 20:58:58 GMT -5
-Breath in......breath out......let your heart get back to normal. That match took longer than expected but you got the win and that’s all that matters right now. Just breath Jack.
-This week long Japanese tour with Kamikaze is gruesome. Seven matches in seven days and I’m only on day four. My body is trampled with all the hard hitting matches I’ve been apart of as of late. These Japanese crowds love stiff matches, so I give them stiff matches. Every punch or kick I connect with my opponent, I make sure to add a little bit more stink to it because I know they’re doing the same. I push myself every night because the crowd and the guys paying the checks know when you’re phoning it in. I like the company and love wrestling in Japan....so I give it my all.
-I should be taking it easy. NGW is right around the corner and I have two matches in one night. By the time I get to Atlanta my body will be held together by super glue and paper clips. I need rest. Don’t remember the last time I had a day off. Ice baths, yoga, and massages can only do so much.
With sweat rolling down my face, I enter my locker room and sit on a steal chair. I immediately rip the tape off my wrist and toss them to the ground. Leaning in my chair I take some more breaths in before I notice I’m not alone. Looking across the room I notice that there’s a NGW camera crew set up in front of me. Not in the mood to talk, especially after a match.
Where the hell is Chris? I pay him to talk to these assholes.
.................
-Fuck it.
Jack Tillman: “I try not to hate people because hate is a cancer. It digs itself under your skin and starts to eat away at you flesh. It poisons your blood and kills away cells. Hate clouds your judgment and blinds you to your surroundings. It keeps you up at night as you plan out ways you’re going to humiliate your opponent and dissect them piece by piece in front of thousands of people.
So I stay away from hate because I’m a technician in that ring. I like to think five steps ahead of my opponents. I like to see what makes them tick and to use their weaknesses against them. For me to defeat my opponents, I need a clear head that’s away from all the distractions from outside of that ring. For if my mind is clouded or if I lose focus against my opponent.....
-I quickly snap my fingers as I lean towards the camera.
Jack Tillman: “I lose my match and or I lose my life. So I try my best not to hate. I tolerate people. I ignore people. I look down upon people. But hate is something I that doesn’t come along in my world to often because for me to hate someone....I need to have some sort of connection with that individual.
So why do I hate you Josh? Why do I want to rip your head off and put it on a spike? Why do I have this urge to body slam you onto a bed of thumb nails? Each and every night I have dreams of pulling your fingernails off your hand with pliers. Josh......why do I have such a hate for you?
It’s because of everything that you represent. I hate the way you talk. I hate the way you walk. I hate what you’ve done for this company and the wrestling industry. Instead of approaching me like a man and give me a right hook with those pillows that you call fist, you attack me from behind like a little coward. Instead of looking like a professional athlete, you flex those broom sticks you call arms and think that you’re tough shit. You enter that ring with about six months of training and you think you’re worthy of calling yourself a professional wrestler.
It makes me sick Josh to think that people think that we’re in the same league.....but we’re not. We’re not even in the same universe when it comes to professional wrestling because while you took short cuts to get where you’re at today, I had to take the long road to get where I’m at today. Hell Josh, you wouldn’t had been able to take the path I took to become what I am today. You wouldn’t even had lasted a day with my teachers.
Imagine Josh, if you will, having a father that trained you everyday to be a wrestler since you were in diapers. And having that same father figure stretch you until you cried for him to stop....then he’d stretch you some more because you cried. Try running the ropes at the age of 12 for an hour while that same old son of bitch watches you. You quit or slow down for an instant, he stretches you. You run those ropes until your back is black and blue and you start bleeding from your back because your skin is so raw from running the ropes non stop.
Then you think you got it easy when the old man dies from cancer.
No.....no it just gets tougher because then one of the old mans apprentices takes over where he left off and continues to train you to respect this industry. So he has you face off against two other students. Three students. Four students. And you’re in there for hours getting the crap beaten out of you by bigger and stronger kids. Oh and let’s not forget about those ten mile swims during the winter in Chicago. Builds character I was told as he just laughed at me struggling to catch what ever breath I could get.
Last laugh was mine as he was sent to rehab for drug use.
Still no luck for me as they shipped my ass to Japan to be a young lion at a Dojo. That’s where they make you a man. One Thousand squats a day. Push ups until the sun comes down and crunches until you can no longer feel your stomach. Then add getting hit with a Singapore cane for every time you mess up a wrist lock or a drop toe hold.
I went through hell to earn that title of professional wrestler. I bled. I was cut. I had body parts popped out of place. I lost teeth and had finger nails come peeling off my finger. I was put through all this pain and torture to get me ready for this very moment. To respect this industry. To weed out the week and the individuals who signed up for the wrong reasons.
So when I see someone like you Josh......some frail little man child who thinks he’s contender in this industry.......I can’t help but want to beat your ass and show you just what the rest of the professional wrestling world thinks of you. You didn’t come up the right way. You didn’t put the effort in. You don’t deserve to be in that ring Josh......and so with everyone watching our match.....I’ll do them proud, by doing what I do best......by beating your ass.....stretch you until your body parts dislocate......and after I’m done breaking you and pinning you for the win......I’m going to toss you out of the ring so that you will never step in a professional wrestling ring ever again.
All that confidence. All the smiles and jokes.....put them all aside Josh because as soon as that bell rings.....all the pleads and the cries of mercy will fall to death ears as The Dog Of War, Jack “The Ripper” Tillman, takes your life into his hands.....and extinguishes it for good.
May God have mercy on your soul Josh......because I will give you none.”
-This week long Japanese tour with Kamikaze is gruesome. Seven matches in seven days and I’m only on day four. My body is trampled with all the hard hitting matches I’ve been apart of as of late. These Japanese crowds love stiff matches, so I give them stiff matches. Every punch or kick I connect with my opponent, I make sure to add a little bit more stink to it because I know they’re doing the same. I push myself every night because the crowd and the guys paying the checks know when you’re phoning it in. I like the company and love wrestling in Japan....so I give it my all.
-I should be taking it easy. NGW is right around the corner and I have two matches in one night. By the time I get to Atlanta my body will be held together by super glue and paper clips. I need rest. Don’t remember the last time I had a day off. Ice baths, yoga, and massages can only do so much.
With sweat rolling down my face, I enter my locker room and sit on a steal chair. I immediately rip the tape off my wrist and toss them to the ground. Leaning in my chair I take some more breaths in before I notice I’m not alone. Looking across the room I notice that there’s a NGW camera crew set up in front of me. Not in the mood to talk, especially after a match.
Where the hell is Chris? I pay him to talk to these assholes.
.................
-Fuck it.
Jack Tillman: “I try not to hate people because hate is a cancer. It digs itself under your skin and starts to eat away at you flesh. It poisons your blood and kills away cells. Hate clouds your judgment and blinds you to your surroundings. It keeps you up at night as you plan out ways you’re going to humiliate your opponent and dissect them piece by piece in front of thousands of people.
So I stay away from hate because I’m a technician in that ring. I like to think five steps ahead of my opponents. I like to see what makes them tick and to use their weaknesses against them. For me to defeat my opponents, I need a clear head that’s away from all the distractions from outside of that ring. For if my mind is clouded or if I lose focus against my opponent.....
-I quickly snap my fingers as I lean towards the camera.
Jack Tillman: “I lose my match and or I lose my life. So I try my best not to hate. I tolerate people. I ignore people. I look down upon people. But hate is something I that doesn’t come along in my world to often because for me to hate someone....I need to have some sort of connection with that individual.
So why do I hate you Josh? Why do I want to rip your head off and put it on a spike? Why do I have this urge to body slam you onto a bed of thumb nails? Each and every night I have dreams of pulling your fingernails off your hand with pliers. Josh......why do I have such a hate for you?
It’s because of everything that you represent. I hate the way you talk. I hate the way you walk. I hate what you’ve done for this company and the wrestling industry. Instead of approaching me like a man and give me a right hook with those pillows that you call fist, you attack me from behind like a little coward. Instead of looking like a professional athlete, you flex those broom sticks you call arms and think that you’re tough shit. You enter that ring with about six months of training and you think you’re worthy of calling yourself a professional wrestler.
It makes me sick Josh to think that people think that we’re in the same league.....but we’re not. We’re not even in the same universe when it comes to professional wrestling because while you took short cuts to get where you’re at today, I had to take the long road to get where I’m at today. Hell Josh, you wouldn’t had been able to take the path I took to become what I am today. You wouldn’t even had lasted a day with my teachers.
Imagine Josh, if you will, having a father that trained you everyday to be a wrestler since you were in diapers. And having that same father figure stretch you until you cried for him to stop....then he’d stretch you some more because you cried. Try running the ropes at the age of 12 for an hour while that same old son of bitch watches you. You quit or slow down for an instant, he stretches you. You run those ropes until your back is black and blue and you start bleeding from your back because your skin is so raw from running the ropes non stop.
Then you think you got it easy when the old man dies from cancer.
No.....no it just gets tougher because then one of the old mans apprentices takes over where he left off and continues to train you to respect this industry. So he has you face off against two other students. Three students. Four students. And you’re in there for hours getting the crap beaten out of you by bigger and stronger kids. Oh and let’s not forget about those ten mile swims during the winter in Chicago. Builds character I was told as he just laughed at me struggling to catch what ever breath I could get.
Last laugh was mine as he was sent to rehab for drug use.
Still no luck for me as they shipped my ass to Japan to be a young lion at a Dojo. That’s where they make you a man. One Thousand squats a day. Push ups until the sun comes down and crunches until you can no longer feel your stomach. Then add getting hit with a Singapore cane for every time you mess up a wrist lock or a drop toe hold.
I went through hell to earn that title of professional wrestler. I bled. I was cut. I had body parts popped out of place. I lost teeth and had finger nails come peeling off my finger. I was put through all this pain and torture to get me ready for this very moment. To respect this industry. To weed out the week and the individuals who signed up for the wrong reasons.
So when I see someone like you Josh......some frail little man child who thinks he’s contender in this industry.......I can’t help but want to beat your ass and show you just what the rest of the professional wrestling world thinks of you. You didn’t come up the right way. You didn’t put the effort in. You don’t deserve to be in that ring Josh......and so with everyone watching our match.....I’ll do them proud, by doing what I do best......by beating your ass.....stretch you until your body parts dislocate......and after I’m done breaking you and pinning you for the win......I’m going to toss you out of the ring so that you will never step in a professional wrestling ring ever again.
All that confidence. All the smiles and jokes.....put them all aside Josh because as soon as that bell rings.....all the pleads and the cries of mercy will fall to death ears as The Dog Of War, Jack “The Ripper” Tillman, takes your life into his hands.....and extinguishes it for good.
May God have mercy on your soul Josh......because I will give you none.”
