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Meeting with an old friend, greeting the press
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Alcatraz Prison
Cell 2222B
San Fransisco Bay
3:00 PM
It's been 4 days since Tim Patrick made his way across the bay in an old row-boat and broke into Alcatraz Prison. It's been 6 days since he was on the phone with Sister Holy Crap when she shot herself. It's been a truly emotional week for the young man. With the tragedy that took place days ago, Tim has been doing his best to put those emotions to good use and them as fuel to get mentally ready to fight. It's been days since he's eaten or had water to drink. The Fight the World/No Limit Wrestling Federation ring crew has been downstairs starting work on putting the set together for the show. Everybody knows that Tim Patrick is in one of the cells upstairs but nobody has had the guts to try and talk to him. It's unknown whether Tim has even slept since he got to the cell. He just sits there, with dark circles under his eyes, still wearing his bloody wrestling gear from Majority Rules, still with dried blood on his face.
Tim Patrick: When most people, most young people, in America think of the Irish, they think of beer, shamrocks, and that tired old phrase, "The Luck of the Irish." Do I feel lucky? Do I look lucky? I've done nothing but think since I got here. All day and all night. Thinking about what I'm going to have to do in my life to change things for the better. Thinking about who I'm supposed to trust. Thinking of how things got this bad. Thinking about how I've changed from when I was a gorilla soldier for the IRA. Thinking about how I'm going to beat Corey Casey. There are no easy answers. And right now, everything seems backwards; white is black, black is white. What did Roddy Piper say in the 80s? "Just when they think they have all the answers, I change the questions." It seems like whenever I think I have the answers, the questions change, and take a step back instead of moving forward.
The only light in this part of the prison is coming through very small and narrow windows. Footsteps can be heard walking down the hallway. Tim Patrick has heard the workers downstairs for a few hours now, but nobody has come this close to his cell, until now. Tim looks out of his cell and can see a shadow of a tall man getting closer and closer until finally he's face to face with him. The man is wearing black combat boots, black pants, a long camouflaged Army jacket, and has a black hood covering his head, he's carrying a briefcase. He begins to speak with a thick Irish accent, and the look on Tim Patrick's face lets it be known that he recognizes this man's voice, and knows exactly who this is.
Man: Tim Patrick in a prison, just like old times. Don't you ever get tired of living like this?
Tim Patrick: You....how did you find me?
Man: Everybody knows you took off from the hospital against doctor's orders. It's all over the internet. You're a hero in Ireland, Tim. Every proud Irish nationalist is in mourning over the death of Sister Holy Crap, you know. And nobody is blaming you except..well, you.
Tim Patrick: How am I supposed to react to her death? She told me flat out she was embarrassed and fed up with me, then shot and killed herself while on the phone with me!
Man: She was weak-minded, Tim. That is very clear. Anybody that kills themself because somebody they know lost a fight isn't right in the head. I know she meant a lot to you. She meant a lot to me too.
Tim Patrick: I know she did. Why are you here? What do you want from me? It's been at least 4 years since I even heard from you.
Man: I've been watching you from back home. All of us have. Everyone in the old brigade, all the people from the pubs, everybody we were in jail with - we all have been following what you've been doing from your first match here.
Tim Patrick: So what do you want?
Man: While Sister Holy Crap was wrong about a lot of things when it came to you, she was right about one thing. You lost that killer instinct. We all know what you did to TJ Tilli, how you put him out of his misery. But what he really a threat to you in that match? No. Anybody in the locker room could have done what you did to him that night. The rest of your fights here have been pretty even. Back when I knew you, you ran the streets of Belfast. Nobody else had the balls to do what you did. On the 25th anniversary of the 1981 Hunger Strikes, you took on members of the British Army with your bare hands. It was amazing to watch. On the anniversary of Bobby Sands' death, you put 8 men in the hospital, and you didn't have a single scratch on you. You were a machine.
Tim Patrick: Well, it's different here.
Man: How? In Ireland you went after people who disgraced the Irish. You went after men bullied others. You went after men who hit or threatened women. All of those things describe Corey Casey, don't they? The only thing that's different here is that assholes around these parts don't wear the British Army uniform.
The man in the black hood hands Tim Patrick the briefcase through the cell bars.
Man: Here, take this.
Tim Patrick: What is this?
Man: Just open it...
Tim Patrick opens up the briefcase to find his old IRA uniform.
Man: I want you to put this on, and leave this cell. I want you to go downstairs and get some food and water from the ring crew. I want you to go in the basement, they still have the old gym down there. Go lift weights, use the punching bag. Get the events of this past week out of your head or if you need to, use to as energy, as fuel to open up a fury of violence that Corey Casey will never expect. I want you to be the same "Irish Car Bomb" that was a one man gang, a one man wrecking crew, that was so extreme and nuts that he was asked to stop all involvement with the IRA from squad leaders. I want you to fucking hurt the big Irish disgrace known as Corey Casey.
The hooded man reaches his arm in between the cell bar and he shakes hands with Tim Patrick.
Tim Patrick: When will I see you next?
Man: Next time you need a good dose of common sense crammed into your brain.
The hooded man salutes Tim Patrick, and walks off down the hall in the darkness. Tim Patrick sits on the cold iron bed in the cell and looks at the wall. Slowly, a smile develops over his face. A minute or two later he gets up, opens his cell door, and walks down the hall.
~~Scene Ends~~
Friday, January 21, 2011
Alcatraz Prison
Basement Gym
San Fransisco Bay
1:00PM
Tim has been wandering around the prison for the past three days. He's stopped and talked to members of the ring crew, he's been given food, he's worked out. Word came to him the night before that Curt Wall would be bringing some members of the press to the prison for a press conference. Tim has been asked to be ready to answer some questions. He had his first shower in days earlier in the morning, and was given a change of clothes from FTW management. It was his ring attire from his days as a backyard wrestler, ripped and torn. It fits Patrick's personality well.
A knock at the basement door can be heard.
KNOCK
KNOCK
KNOCK
KNOCK
Tim Patrick: Who is it?
Curt Wall: It's me, Tim. We're ready for you upstairs whenever you're ready.
Tim Patrick opens the door and follows Curt Wall upstairs. In one of the rooms near the entrance to the prison, FTW has set up a room with chairs, a table, and a podium with a microphone. There are about 50 members of the press sitting down waiting for the events to start, as Tim Patrick enters the room, a hush goes over the crowd. This is the first time the public has seen Tim since he was attacked at Majority Rules. Curt wall speaks first. Tim Patrick's entrance music plays.
Curt Wall: Ladies and Gentlemen of the press, welcome to Alcatraz Prison, and welcome to Global Takeover/Revolution 41. This will be one of the more unusual wrestling events in history as it's taking place here at Alcatraz, one of the most infamous prisons in the world. Some of the owners of the arena's we've performed in have been shocked and troubled by how violent and intense our product is, so we think it's only fitting to have our next event here. One of our newest and most exciting rivalries is between Corey Casey and Tim Patrick. Both men have gotten very personal with each other and what better way to capitalize on the hatred these two men have for each other than to put them in a Double Cage and let them fight it out on worldwide television? I can't think of any. Before we begin here today, the Fight the World Wrestling family would like to extend our deepest condolences to the friends and family of late FTW personality Sister Holy Crap. And on that note, I'd like to bring to the microphone a man who is hell bent on becoming our next XXX Champion, FTW's most exciting and brutal new star, "Irish Car Bomb" Tim Patrick!
Tim Patrick walks over and shakes Curt Wall's hand. With a somber look on his face he steps in-front of the microphone and begins to speak.
Tim Patrick: Thank you, Curt. Out of all the people in the FTW offices, you've been the most helpful to me. Thank you for your kind words about Sister Holy Crap. She was a friend, a mentor, a teacher and for a number of years was a mother figure in my life. She had a lot of personal demons and took her life, she died much too young. As many of you probably already know, she took her life while she was on the phone with me, and she partially blamed me for her actions. I spoke to an old friend the other day who reminded me about the poor mental health Sister Holy Crap has dealt with her entire life, and not to blame what happened on the fact that I lost a pro wrestling match. With that, I guess I'll start taking questions.
Reporter: Mr. Patrick, what are some of the things that Sister Holy Crap taught you?
Tim Patrick: Too many things to list, really. She was a main member of the Irish Republican Army's strategy team for decades. She was probably the smartest person I've ever met. She spent most of her young adult life in the church, so she had strong moral character. When she was tossed out, she learned to fight. She learned to pick her battles. When I went over to Northern Ireland after I finished high school in New Jersey, she was the only that took me under her wing. I was pretty out of control when I first got there. Fighting anything that moved just because I was angry at the world. When I joined up with the IRA they told me I was a loose cannon and to get control of myself. Sister Holy Crap taught me discipline, she taught me to always be alert, not to trust people that I didn't know, the art of war. The true art of fighting. In the last year or so, it feels like I have forgotten some of these things, and she knew that. That's why she tried to help me here in FTW.
Reporter: Do you hold any resentment towards her for blaming you for her suicide?
Tim Patrick: Maybe a little. It's hard to say, I haven't had a lot of time to think about it. It hasn't even been a month since it happened. I mean, as soon as it happened I left the hospital and came here. But do I think I will in the future? I'd be a hypocrite. There have been many times that I've considered killing myself too. I was not a happy person growing up. I was very lonely and at times I still am that same old lonely kid. I almost did it in 2010, but then I started training for fighting, for pro wrestling. Something I haven't done in years. It brought happiness back into my life. When I debuted here I was immediately taken in by the fans. I never had that feeling of being needed ever in my life before, and when I go out into that ring every week, I feel like I'm needed. As long as I have the people out there rooting for my success, I have a reason to stick around on this Earth.
Reporter: This "old friend" you mentioned that visited you here, who is this person?
Tim Patrick: I served in the IRA with him. You want a name? People like him don't even have names. They don't have a house. They don't have a birth certificate. The governments of this world likely don't even know he exists. He has lived in the shadows for years. He is however, the best of the best. When he talks, I listen.
Reporter: So you can't tell us who he is?
Tim Patrick: Even if I knew his name, which I don't, I wouldn't tell you or anybody else. That would put him and entire operation in jeopardy. I'm not a traitor.
Reporter: Do you have any plans on going back to Northern Ireland and rejoining the IRA?
Tim Patrick: No. I've done my share of service to Ireland. I did more for that army that any two men did during the time I was over there. My focus right now is on Fight the World Wrestling, or depending on what happens on the next show, No Limit Wrestling Federation. Whatever promotion is in charge after the show, I plan on being the XXX Champion.
Reporter: To become XXX Champion, you'll have to go through Corey Casey in a match that he's never lost, a Double Cage Horror Match. A lot of people think you're in over your head here, that you don't have a shot. How are you going to beat him?
Tim Patrick: Well assuming that I'm actually fighting him and he doesn't bitch out and send somebody else to do his dirty work for him, I plan on beating him like I would any other man. What Sabu was in the 1990s in ECW, I am in this decade to FTW/NLWF. I'm unpredictable, I'm violent, I'm fast, I'm dangerous. The speed that my Detonator kick hits is lightening quick. People don't duck it or move out of the way because nobody sees it coming. To top that off, we're fighting in a double cage. He likes to claim that he's very comfortable in that environment. Maybe he does, but he soon won't. I don't know who he's faced in the cage before, but it wasn't anybody like me. I'm going to beat him into such a bloody pulp that management will have to hire a plastic surgeon for him. One kick, and it's night-night for Corey Casey, and his belt comes home with me.
Reporter: Corey has claimed that you are trying to be some sort of champion to the gay community, that you're trying to make him look like a homophobe. How do you respond?
Tim Patrick: Well that's just silly isn't it? Typical response from somebody who gets called out on their bullshit. He knows what he said. I'm not going back into that whole thing. I do still think it was a total insult to Irish blooded people everywhere. To have our heritage used for bigotry of any kind. Maybe after he bleeds a little this week in the cage he'll change his tone. Probably not though, an idiot tends to stay an idiot - and Corey Casey, is a total fucking idiot.
Reporter: Corey Casey seems to have made himself some sort of victim. Claiming he was unable to fight at Majority Rules you because he was hurt. Do you think he was really hurt or was he doing this to get under your skin?
Tim Patrick: It was probably a little bit of both. The fight he had weeks ago that broke his jaw was brutal. That said, that was weeks ago. I've been stabbed and shot back when I was in Ireland, and as soon as I could walk I was out fighting again in the streets. Hell, at Majority Rules I nearly had my skull caved in and here I am, ready to fight again. No backing out. No tricks. It really was classic heel pro wrestler to pull out of a match the night it was supposed to happen. It's the oldest trick in the book. I should have seen it coming. There is no backing out this time though.
Reporter: It seems as if Corey paid off Knife to Know You to fight you instead.
Tim Patrick: I'll deal with him when the time comes.
Reporter: And Brenton Cyrus?
Tim Patrick: In the wrestling business they call attacking somebody who attacked you a receipt. Brenton Cyrus will have my receipt handed back to him at a time to be determined later.
Reporter: In his latest promo against you, Corey said that the fans "don't give a shit about you." That they like winners. What were your thoughts when you heard that?
Tim Patrick: Corey Casey is full of his own bullshit. When my music hits and I enter the arenas, the fans go crazy. I'm the only performer here to dedicates as much time to the fans as I do. Nobody else is as fan friendly and as accessible to the fans as I am. I don't see other performers here doing these in-depth press conferences. All of Ireland is crazy about me. I get fan mail delivered to my Philadelphia apartment on a daily basis. Corey couldn't be more hated by the fans here.
Reporter: Corey Casey promised to put you on the shelf, to injure you badly. How are you going to keep that from happening?
Tim Patrick: He might very well hurt me badly. Hell, he probably will. But I intend on hurting him just as bad. Nothing can keep the Irish Car Bomb down for long. I'll bleed, he'll bleed. We're both likely to leave the building under the care of paramedics. But I'll be the one with my hand raised after the match. It will be a pretty even fight. It won't be a one-sided victory like Corey is saying it will be. We'll both be very hurt, the only difference is that I'll be ready to fight the next time I'm booked, and Corey Casey will likely no-show because, well, that's what Corey Casey does.
That's all the time I have for questions today, I'll be happy to talk after the show.
A crazed look comes over Tim Patrick's face and he pulls the microphone off the podium and has one final thing to say to the press.
Tim Patrick: If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times. Corey, you have your XXX Championship and your ego. I have nothing. I have nothing left to lose. How are you going to beat a man who has nothing left to lose?! You're a disgrace to the Irish people, and they all, we all, hate you. Corey Casey, you'll NEVER beat the Irish.
Tim Patrick throws the microphone down and walks off
~~Scene Ends~~
Alcatraz Prison
Cell 2222B
San Fransisco Bay
3:00 PM
It's been 4 days since Tim Patrick made his way across the bay in an old row-boat and broke into Alcatraz Prison. It's been 6 days since he was on the phone with Sister Holy Crap when she shot herself. It's been a truly emotional week for the young man. With the tragedy that took place days ago, Tim has been doing his best to put those emotions to good use and them as fuel to get mentally ready to fight. It's been days since he's eaten or had water to drink. The Fight the World/No Limit Wrestling Federation ring crew has been downstairs starting work on putting the set together for the show. Everybody knows that Tim Patrick is in one of the cells upstairs but nobody has had the guts to try and talk to him. It's unknown whether Tim has even slept since he got to the cell. He just sits there, with dark circles under his eyes, still wearing his bloody wrestling gear from Majority Rules, still with dried blood on his face.
Tim Patrick: When most people, most young people, in America think of the Irish, they think of beer, shamrocks, and that tired old phrase, "The Luck of the Irish." Do I feel lucky? Do I look lucky? I've done nothing but think since I got here. All day and all night. Thinking about what I'm going to have to do in my life to change things for the better. Thinking about who I'm supposed to trust. Thinking of how things got this bad. Thinking about how I've changed from when I was a gorilla soldier for the IRA. Thinking about how I'm going to beat Corey Casey. There are no easy answers. And right now, everything seems backwards; white is black, black is white. What did Roddy Piper say in the 80s? "Just when they think they have all the answers, I change the questions." It seems like whenever I think I have the answers, the questions change, and take a step back instead of moving forward.
The only light in this part of the prison is coming through very small and narrow windows. Footsteps can be heard walking down the hallway. Tim Patrick has heard the workers downstairs for a few hours now, but nobody has come this close to his cell, until now. Tim looks out of his cell and can see a shadow of a tall man getting closer and closer until finally he's face to face with him. The man is wearing black combat boots, black pants, a long camouflaged Army jacket, and has a black hood covering his head, he's carrying a briefcase. He begins to speak with a thick Irish accent, and the look on Tim Patrick's face lets it be known that he recognizes this man's voice, and knows exactly who this is.
Man: Tim Patrick in a prison, just like old times. Don't you ever get tired of living like this?
Tim Patrick: You....how did you find me?
Man: Everybody knows you took off from the hospital against doctor's orders. It's all over the internet. You're a hero in Ireland, Tim. Every proud Irish nationalist is in mourning over the death of Sister Holy Crap, you know. And nobody is blaming you except..well, you.
Tim Patrick: How am I supposed to react to her death? She told me flat out she was embarrassed and fed up with me, then shot and killed herself while on the phone with me!
Man: She was weak-minded, Tim. That is very clear. Anybody that kills themself because somebody they know lost a fight isn't right in the head. I know she meant a lot to you. She meant a lot to me too.
Tim Patrick: I know she did. Why are you here? What do you want from me? It's been at least 4 years since I even heard from you.
Man: I've been watching you from back home. All of us have. Everyone in the old brigade, all the people from the pubs, everybody we were in jail with - we all have been following what you've been doing from your first match here.
Tim Patrick: So what do you want?
Man: While Sister Holy Crap was wrong about a lot of things when it came to you, she was right about one thing. You lost that killer instinct. We all know what you did to TJ Tilli, how you put him out of his misery. But what he really a threat to you in that match? No. Anybody in the locker room could have done what you did to him that night. The rest of your fights here have been pretty even. Back when I knew you, you ran the streets of Belfast. Nobody else had the balls to do what you did. On the 25th anniversary of the 1981 Hunger Strikes, you took on members of the British Army with your bare hands. It was amazing to watch. On the anniversary of Bobby Sands' death, you put 8 men in the hospital, and you didn't have a single scratch on you. You were a machine.
Tim Patrick: Well, it's different here.
Man: How? In Ireland you went after people who disgraced the Irish. You went after men bullied others. You went after men who hit or threatened women. All of those things describe Corey Casey, don't they? The only thing that's different here is that assholes around these parts don't wear the British Army uniform.
The man in the black hood hands Tim Patrick the briefcase through the cell bars.
Man: Here, take this.
Tim Patrick: What is this?
Man: Just open it...
Tim Patrick opens up the briefcase to find his old IRA uniform.
Man: I want you to put this on, and leave this cell. I want you to go downstairs and get some food and water from the ring crew. I want you to go in the basement, they still have the old gym down there. Go lift weights, use the punching bag. Get the events of this past week out of your head or if you need to, use to as energy, as fuel to open up a fury of violence that Corey Casey will never expect. I want you to be the same "Irish Car Bomb" that was a one man gang, a one man wrecking crew, that was so extreme and nuts that he was asked to stop all involvement with the IRA from squad leaders. I want you to fucking hurt the big Irish disgrace known as Corey Casey.
The hooded man reaches his arm in between the cell bar and he shakes hands with Tim Patrick.
Tim Patrick: When will I see you next?
Man: Next time you need a good dose of common sense crammed into your brain.
The hooded man salutes Tim Patrick, and walks off down the hall in the darkness. Tim Patrick sits on the cold iron bed in the cell and looks at the wall. Slowly, a smile develops over his face. A minute or two later he gets up, opens his cell door, and walks down the hall.
~~Scene Ends~~
Friday, January 21, 2011
Alcatraz Prison
Basement Gym
San Fransisco Bay
1:00PM
Tim has been wandering around the prison for the past three days. He's stopped and talked to members of the ring crew, he's been given food, he's worked out. Word came to him the night before that Curt Wall would be bringing some members of the press to the prison for a press conference. Tim has been asked to be ready to answer some questions. He had his first shower in days earlier in the morning, and was given a change of clothes from FTW management. It was his ring attire from his days as a backyard wrestler, ripped and torn. It fits Patrick's personality well.
A knock at the basement door can be heard.
KNOCK
KNOCK
KNOCK
KNOCK
Tim Patrick: Who is it?
Curt Wall: It's me, Tim. We're ready for you upstairs whenever you're ready.
Tim Patrick opens the door and follows Curt Wall upstairs. In one of the rooms near the entrance to the prison, FTW has set up a room with chairs, a table, and a podium with a microphone. There are about 50 members of the press sitting down waiting for the events to start, as Tim Patrick enters the room, a hush goes over the crowd. This is the first time the public has seen Tim since he was attacked at Majority Rules. Curt wall speaks first. Tim Patrick's entrance music plays.
Curt Wall: Ladies and Gentlemen of the press, welcome to Alcatraz Prison, and welcome to Global Takeover/Revolution 41. This will be one of the more unusual wrestling events in history as it's taking place here at Alcatraz, one of the most infamous prisons in the world. Some of the owners of the arena's we've performed in have been shocked and troubled by how violent and intense our product is, so we think it's only fitting to have our next event here. One of our newest and most exciting rivalries is between Corey Casey and Tim Patrick. Both men have gotten very personal with each other and what better way to capitalize on the hatred these two men have for each other than to put them in a Double Cage and let them fight it out on worldwide television? I can't think of any. Before we begin here today, the Fight the World Wrestling family would like to extend our deepest condolences to the friends and family of late FTW personality Sister Holy Crap. And on that note, I'd like to bring to the microphone a man who is hell bent on becoming our next XXX Champion, FTW's most exciting and brutal new star, "Irish Car Bomb" Tim Patrick!
Tim Patrick walks over and shakes Curt Wall's hand. With a somber look on his face he steps in-front of the microphone and begins to speak.
Tim Patrick: Thank you, Curt. Out of all the people in the FTW offices, you've been the most helpful to me. Thank you for your kind words about Sister Holy Crap. She was a friend, a mentor, a teacher and for a number of years was a mother figure in my life. She had a lot of personal demons and took her life, she died much too young. As many of you probably already know, she took her life while she was on the phone with me, and she partially blamed me for her actions. I spoke to an old friend the other day who reminded me about the poor mental health Sister Holy Crap has dealt with her entire life, and not to blame what happened on the fact that I lost a pro wrestling match. With that, I guess I'll start taking questions.
Reporter: Mr. Patrick, what are some of the things that Sister Holy Crap taught you?
Tim Patrick: Too many things to list, really. She was a main member of the Irish Republican Army's strategy team for decades. She was probably the smartest person I've ever met. She spent most of her young adult life in the church, so she had strong moral character. When she was tossed out, she learned to fight. She learned to pick her battles. When I went over to Northern Ireland after I finished high school in New Jersey, she was the only that took me under her wing. I was pretty out of control when I first got there. Fighting anything that moved just because I was angry at the world. When I joined up with the IRA they told me I was a loose cannon and to get control of myself. Sister Holy Crap taught me discipline, she taught me to always be alert, not to trust people that I didn't know, the art of war. The true art of fighting. In the last year or so, it feels like I have forgotten some of these things, and she knew that. That's why she tried to help me here in FTW.
Reporter: Do you hold any resentment towards her for blaming you for her suicide?
Tim Patrick: Maybe a little. It's hard to say, I haven't had a lot of time to think about it. It hasn't even been a month since it happened. I mean, as soon as it happened I left the hospital and came here. But do I think I will in the future? I'd be a hypocrite. There have been many times that I've considered killing myself too. I was not a happy person growing up. I was very lonely and at times I still am that same old lonely kid. I almost did it in 2010, but then I started training for fighting, for pro wrestling. Something I haven't done in years. It brought happiness back into my life. When I debuted here I was immediately taken in by the fans. I never had that feeling of being needed ever in my life before, and when I go out into that ring every week, I feel like I'm needed. As long as I have the people out there rooting for my success, I have a reason to stick around on this Earth.
Reporter: This "old friend" you mentioned that visited you here, who is this person?
Tim Patrick: I served in the IRA with him. You want a name? People like him don't even have names. They don't have a house. They don't have a birth certificate. The governments of this world likely don't even know he exists. He has lived in the shadows for years. He is however, the best of the best. When he talks, I listen.
Reporter: So you can't tell us who he is?
Tim Patrick: Even if I knew his name, which I don't, I wouldn't tell you or anybody else. That would put him and entire operation in jeopardy. I'm not a traitor.
Reporter: Do you have any plans on going back to Northern Ireland and rejoining the IRA?
Tim Patrick: No. I've done my share of service to Ireland. I did more for that army that any two men did during the time I was over there. My focus right now is on Fight the World Wrestling, or depending on what happens on the next show, No Limit Wrestling Federation. Whatever promotion is in charge after the show, I plan on being the XXX Champion.
Reporter: To become XXX Champion, you'll have to go through Corey Casey in a match that he's never lost, a Double Cage Horror Match. A lot of people think you're in over your head here, that you don't have a shot. How are you going to beat him?
Tim Patrick: Well assuming that I'm actually fighting him and he doesn't bitch out and send somebody else to do his dirty work for him, I plan on beating him like I would any other man. What Sabu was in the 1990s in ECW, I am in this decade to FTW/NLWF. I'm unpredictable, I'm violent, I'm fast, I'm dangerous. The speed that my Detonator kick hits is lightening quick. People don't duck it or move out of the way because nobody sees it coming. To top that off, we're fighting in a double cage. He likes to claim that he's very comfortable in that environment. Maybe he does, but he soon won't. I don't know who he's faced in the cage before, but it wasn't anybody like me. I'm going to beat him into such a bloody pulp that management will have to hire a plastic surgeon for him. One kick, and it's night-night for Corey Casey, and his belt comes home with me.
Reporter: Corey has claimed that you are trying to be some sort of champion to the gay community, that you're trying to make him look like a homophobe. How do you respond?
Tim Patrick: Well that's just silly isn't it? Typical response from somebody who gets called out on their bullshit. He knows what he said. I'm not going back into that whole thing. I do still think it was a total insult to Irish blooded people everywhere. To have our heritage used for bigotry of any kind. Maybe after he bleeds a little this week in the cage he'll change his tone. Probably not though, an idiot tends to stay an idiot - and Corey Casey, is a total fucking idiot.
Reporter: Corey Casey seems to have made himself some sort of victim. Claiming he was unable to fight at Majority Rules you because he was hurt. Do you think he was really hurt or was he doing this to get under your skin?
Tim Patrick: It was probably a little bit of both. The fight he had weeks ago that broke his jaw was brutal. That said, that was weeks ago. I've been stabbed and shot back when I was in Ireland, and as soon as I could walk I was out fighting again in the streets. Hell, at Majority Rules I nearly had my skull caved in and here I am, ready to fight again. No backing out. No tricks. It really was classic heel pro wrestler to pull out of a match the night it was supposed to happen. It's the oldest trick in the book. I should have seen it coming. There is no backing out this time though.
Reporter: It seems as if Corey paid off Knife to Know You to fight you instead.
Tim Patrick: I'll deal with him when the time comes.
Reporter: And Brenton Cyrus?
Tim Patrick: In the wrestling business they call attacking somebody who attacked you a receipt. Brenton Cyrus will have my receipt handed back to him at a time to be determined later.
Reporter: In his latest promo against you, Corey said that the fans "don't give a shit about you." That they like winners. What were your thoughts when you heard that?
Tim Patrick: Corey Casey is full of his own bullshit. When my music hits and I enter the arenas, the fans go crazy. I'm the only performer here to dedicates as much time to the fans as I do. Nobody else is as fan friendly and as accessible to the fans as I am. I don't see other performers here doing these in-depth press conferences. All of Ireland is crazy about me. I get fan mail delivered to my Philadelphia apartment on a daily basis. Corey couldn't be more hated by the fans here.
Reporter: Corey Casey promised to put you on the shelf, to injure you badly. How are you going to keep that from happening?
Tim Patrick: He might very well hurt me badly. Hell, he probably will. But I intend on hurting him just as bad. Nothing can keep the Irish Car Bomb down for long. I'll bleed, he'll bleed. We're both likely to leave the building under the care of paramedics. But I'll be the one with my hand raised after the match. It will be a pretty even fight. It won't be a one-sided victory like Corey is saying it will be. We'll both be very hurt, the only difference is that I'll be ready to fight the next time I'm booked, and Corey Casey will likely no-show because, well, that's what Corey Casey does.
That's all the time I have for questions today, I'll be happy to talk after the show.
A crazed look comes over Tim Patrick's face and he pulls the microphone off the podium and has one final thing to say to the press.
Tim Patrick: If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times. Corey, you have your XXX Championship and your ego. I have nothing. I have nothing left to lose. How are you going to beat a man who has nothing left to lose?! You're a disgrace to the Irish people, and they all, we all, hate you. Corey Casey, you'll NEVER beat the Irish.
Tim Patrick throws the microphone down and walks off
~~Scene Ends~~
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