Memories of violence

Saturday, January 22, 2011
In a Tent Outside of Alcatraz Prison
San Fransisco Bay
2:45 AM

Tim Patrick has a tent and sleeping bag set up outside of the prison overlooking San Fransisco Bay. He's had trouble sleeping for most of the night, but now is soundly sleeping. He begins to dream and remembers an incident that took place during his second Fight the World Wrestling event.

FTW Global Takeover 2
11-18-2010
Berlin, Germany
Backstage

Ashley Matthews is seen backstage, talking with
Matt Biggars. She smiles, and continues on her way, walking through the
hallway, stopping only to say hi to TJ Tilli as she goes. She stops at
the vending machine and pulls a dollar from her purse. She’s about to
put the bill in, but a hand covers the slot, and Ashley turns to see
Corey Casey.

Corey Casey
Ashley.

Ashley Matthews
Corey.

Ashley pushes Corey’s arm off the machine, and tries
to put her money in, but Corey grabs her wrist, and pulls it away.

Corey Casey
I’m going to make this real simple for you. Stay away
from my match tonight.

Ashley Matthews
And
postpone mine and Nick’s reunion even more? Yeah, right.

Corey growls, and grabs Ashley by the face, and pins
her to the wall before getting in her face.

Corey Casey
You
listen to me, you stupid little cunt. You get within so much as fifty
feet of that ring tonight, and I’ll personally see to it that you spend
the rest of this year in a hospital bed. Won’t be able to pull Nicky’s
strings then, will you?

Ashley
is shaking, but doesn’t respond. Corey smiles, not releasing his grasp.

Corey Casey
Tonight, Nick and I are finally going to have our
historic encounter, one on one. I will not have this moment stolen from
me by some manipulative little bitch with an undying thirst for
attention. You stay out of my business, Matthews.

Ashley Matthews
Fuck you.

Corey releases her, and she tries to escape, but
Corey catches his arm into her stomach, and pushes her back against the
wall, putting his arms of either side of her so she can’t escape.

Corey Casey
What’s the matter? Not so bold without your “great
protector” around to save you? Let’s face the facts here, Ashley.
Without your precious lapdog, you’re nothing. You always have been
nothing, and without him, you will always be nothing.

Ashley avoids eye contact with Corey, but her eyes
are beginning to turn red.

Corey Casey
You
need him so you can stay in the spotlight. It’s in your blood. Matthews
need that constant attention, or they know they don’t mean anything. But
before, that was okay, wasn’t it Ashley? You got the spotlight you
can’t live without, and Nick was winning matches, and giving the credit
to you, where you just sucked it all up like the greedy little whore you
are.

Corey smiles as
Ashley’s eyes start to water.

Corey Casey
But
now it’s different, isn’t it? He’s gone an entire year without you, and
he can still get the job done. And you know that, don’t you? You know
fully well that you need him far, far more than he needs you. In
fact…all you really are is a parasite, sucking his success, and sharing
the spotlight you don’t deserve. You don’t love him at all, do you?

Ashley Matthews
SHUT UP!

Her voice cracks, and a tear rolls down her cheek.
Corey laughs.

Corey Casey
Aww, it’s crying! I guess it has
feelings after all! Of course, it’s only crying for itself...

Ashley Matthews
Shut up, Corey.

Her voice is weak. Corey smiles and leans in closer
to Ashley, getting in her face. Two pairs of arms grab Corey’s shoulders
and jerk him away from Ashley. Corey steps back and sees Rick Christian
and Johnny Electric.

Rick Christian
Typical Corey Casey. Girl tells him to stop, and he keeps
right on going.

Johnny Electric
There a
problem here Corey?

Corey looks at New OWN, and turns back to Ashley, to
see Tim Patrick standing next to her. Tim gets in Corey’s face, glaring
furiously at him. Corey takes a step back, and Ashley retreats, where
Matt Biggars and TJ Tilli stand and hug her to keep her safe. Corey
looks at the men surrounding him, all glaring at him, looking ready to
fight. Corey turns his attention back to Ashley, who avoids eye contact
with him. Corey sneers, looking at Ashley.

Corey Casey
Got
yourself a little army to save your skin? Little girl gets around,
don't you? You’re more like your pathetic father every day.

He shoves past Rick and Johnny, walking off down the
hall.

Tim Patrick
You okay, Ashley?

Saturday, January 22, 2011
In a Tent Outside of Alcatraz Prison
San Fransisco Bay
3:30 AM

Tim Patrick quickly wakes up from his dream and sits up. He rolls out of his sleeping bag, unzips the tent and gets out. He walks over to the edge of the island, looking to the stars. It's a clear night out, a beautiful sky with a great look at the San Fransisco skyline. The camera crew that has been assigned to follow his every move for FTW quickly gets their gear together and begins to film.

Tim Patrick: The human mind is fucking wild, isn't it? In one's sleep, it can replay entire scenes of your life. It can reach into your memory and pull it out as if it was happening all over again. There's a song that has the line "Dreams are lies, it's the dreaming that's real." Not in this case. It's all so clear to me. The reason why I never liked Corey Casey since I got here. It's not just because of the "I'm Irish so I don't like gay people" remark, it's because of what he did, what he tried to do to Ashley Matthews. Let me tell you all a few stories of my past.

Tim Patrick took a deep breath and began to speak.

Tim Patrick: When I was 9, I went to visit my sister Linda in North Carolina. She just moved from the family home in New Jersey and moved in with her boyfriend, Pete. My sister was the first one in my family to go to college, and she finished at the top of her class. Her boyfriend repaired cars for a living. And even though he grew up in New Jersey too, he was a total redneck. The kind of guy who listens to conservative talk radio while at work, has a fear and hatred towards other races and cultures, and drinks cans of beers until he is too drunk to walk. So one day, after Linda took me to the beach, she was making dinner while I was playing with my World Wrestling Federation action figures on the floor. The phone rings, and Linda goes into the other room, shuts the door, and answers it. She begins to yell and scream and cry. Hell, she used curse words I never heard at that point. I heard her slam the phone down and she rushed out. She grabbed me by the shoulders and said, "Tim, Pete is drunk. He's coming home. I've never heard him like this before, and I'm not sure what to do. I want you to go in my room and hide under the bed and don't come out until I say it's okay. Do you understand?" I nodded yes and went and hid under the bed. About 10 minutes later I heard the the crash of the door slamming open. My sister screamed. I had no idea what was going on, and my sister seemed shocked, totally surprised that the man she trusted enough to move in with and start a life together would be acting this way. He began threatening her. "Bitch, I'll fucking kill you!" I heard the sounds of lamps breaking, of glass shattering. I heard my sister scream back, "Pete! What are you doing?! What did I do?" Then there was more crashing. After a few seconds of silence, I could hear the sounds of slapping, of punching - of fists on flesh. He was beating her. She, a 5 foot 3 inch woman, was being punched and thrown around the room by a man who was six feet tall. Finally, there was a big crash, a huge one. Then the sounds of somebody running out the door, starting the engine of a pick-up truck, and speeding off into the night. As a nine year old, I was scared shitless. I laid there, screaming out to my sister. "Linda, Linda!? Are you okay?! What happened?!" I worked up the nerve to come out of my hiding spot and go check on my sister. What I saw will be forever stuck in my memory. As I turned the corner of the main hallway of my sister's single floor house, I could see her bloody body laying in a pile of wood and glass. Laying in what used to be her large coffee-table. She wasn't moving. Her eyes were shut. She was bleeding all over the place. I quickly ran over to the phone and called 9-1-1. Minutes later an ambulance came, along with the police. When they brought her to the hospital they did everything they could to save her life, and they did, for a short while. She lost so much blood that day, that she had severe brain damage. The doctors waited to tell me this until the next day, when my mother and father came from New Jersey. The doctor told us that she was basically a vegetable, completely brain dead, with no chance of ever communicating with anybody ever again, no chance of walking, or moving. She'd have to eat through a tube, have oxygen pumped into her lungs. Basically, she would be on life support forever. My parents changed that day, they changed forever. They used to be happy people, we had a nice life. We all got along. This incident changed all of that. They wanted to wait before making any decision on taking her off of life support. They wanted to give the police time to find Pete. They wanted to make sure Pete saw what he did to my sister, their daughter. They wanted justice. Well, we never got justice. Pete was never found, and Linda, she just laid there, never opening her eyes, never moving her fingers, she just laid there. A little over a year went by and on her 26th birthday, my parents, with myself, my brother, and my other sister by their side, took Linda off of life support. She died almost immediately.

A tear rolls down Tim Patrick's cheek from his right eye, and then from his left one. His fists clenched and he began to shake with anger.

Tim Patrick: That wasn't the only time I had to deal with a guy hurting a female. When I was a freshman in high school, I wasn't the biggest or toughest kid around. I wore glasses, was typically picked on by school yard bullies, watched the X-Files religiously, and listened to classic rock music. Basically, I was a geek, but not one of those geeks that does well in school.

Patrick laughs

Tim Patrick: One day, after 2nd period History class was over, I was walking through the halls of the school, walking towards 3rd period study hall, and I saw something I never wanted to see again - male on female violence. The kids at my high school in New Jersey were probably the biggest asshole kids in all of America. Most of the kids grew up in the hills surrounding the town and drove to school in fancy cars their fathers bought them and never had to work a day in their lives. Everybody in that hallway were walking by as if they didn't see anything. This guy, who I'm assuming was this girl's boyfriend, had this girl by her throat, and was pressing her up against a locker saying, "Bitch, I told you to stop flirting with other guys! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?! DO YOU!?" I could see her begin to cry from 30 feet away. "Mark, stop it! You're hurting me!" He didn't stop, he only grabbed her neck tighter. After seeing what happened to my sister, I knew I couldn't just hide this time. I dropped my books and ran over to help her out. Keep in mind that I was just a skinny freshman, and this guy was clearly a 12th grader that weight-lifted. I tapped him on the shoulder, and I got no response. It was as if he was too focus on trying to terrorize his girlfriend that he didn't even realize other people were around him. So instead of gently tapping his shoulder, I smack the back of his head with my hand. That got his attention. He let go of the girl, and began to turn around. All he was able to say was "Who in the hell.." before I stepped back two steps and unleashed lightening quick spinning heel kick. A kick that would win me street fights and wrestling matches all over the globe in the future, my Detonator kick. I don't know what inspired me to kick him like this. Maybe it was seeing Owen Hart to a similar kick hundreds of time on television, maybe it was because my arms weren't strong enough at the time to throw a hard enough punch to lay him out, but the kick worked. It worked so much better than I expected it to. I was expecting him to forget about the girl and beat the crap out of me. That didn't happen. It knocked him to the floor, and shattered his nose. He started to cry. It was the single most satisfying moment of my life at that point. Because my high school had security cameras in every hall way, the school administrators saw what happened and only suspended me for three days. They said I should have gotten a teacher to help the situation and that violence is never okay. Typical school bullshit, right? The jerk that I kicked to the floor was expelled from school all together and did not get to graduate with his class. It was good to see that violence against women has real consequences.

Tim Patrick takes a couple of deep breaths, clears his throat.

Tim Patrick: That leads me to the events on and surrounding November 18, 2010. Corey Casey brought back memories of my childhood. Very bad memories. Memories that cut through me like the blade of a razor. While he was gearing up to fight Nick Ridicule, he confronted his girlfriend Ashley Matthews backstage. He grabbed her, threatened to hurt her, and taunted her so badly that she began to cry. Now I know Ashley Matthews and she is one tough cookie. It takes a lot to really get to her like that. But Corey kept at it, and broke her spirit down, if only for a short few minutes. He made some remarks in promos before that night that caught the attention of a lot of the boys in the back. A lot of us thought they were empty threats, it turns out they weren't. I don't even want to imagine what would have happened, what Corey would have done to her if Rick Christian, Johnny Electric, and myself didn't step in. Thankfully, later on Nick Ridicule beat the holy hell out of Corey. They make a great couple, and good people. I consider Ashley a friend of mine, and she didn't deserve to feel the way she was made to feel that night by Corey Casey. Days and weeks went by, and in that time-frame Corey Casey said that he was a changed man. That he apologized to Ashley. That things were going to change for him for the better. That a brand-new nicer, better Corey Casey was born. Bullshit! Once a bully, always a bully. Once a woman-beater, always a woman beater.

Tim begins to talk louder and walk around the island as he speaks, the film crew follows him.

Tim Patrick: Corey, like most people who think the way he does, will try and act like the victim after hearing about what I said here tonight. "But men fight women all the time in FTW and you never say anything about that, do you huh?!" Well no, I don't Corey. Because typically when men wrestle women here, Corey, it's something that has been agreed upon by those involved. This week's Global Takeover Main event is Brandon Macdonald and Anna Macdonald vs. Nick Ridicule and Ashley Matthews, a mixed tag team match that has been signed by and agreed on by all four performers involved. It's not the same as grabbing a woman backstage, and holding her against her will as you threaten her and make her cry.

Tim Patrick keeps walking and finds an old rusty bench and sits down. Looking directly into the camera, he continues to speak.

Tim Patrick: But after Nick Ridicule beat your ass into the ground later that night, I didn't think of you as a real problem anymore. I figured I just focus on men like Gunther and TJ Tilli, that I should move on to other things. Then came the incident when you told me you were an anti-gay bigot because you were Irish. Again, when confronted, you backed off. "It was a joke! I don't really hate gays! I'm the most hated man in wrestling!" Blah blah blah blah fuckin' blah! When the "Irish Car Bomb" says something, Corey, I mean it. According to you, you don't mean anything you say. You say you didn't mean it when you threatened Ashley, and you say you didn't mean it when you used your hateful slurs against gay people. You keep bringing that up, as if the more you say it, the more people will believe your crap. You say that I'm trying to be a champion for the gay community. That I'm trying to be some sort of super hero or something. Let me make something very clear to you, Corey. There are very few things about me that I'm actually proud of. One is that fact that I'm Irish-American. That my people have an amazing culture of music, dance, love, triumphing over adversity, and fighting for their rights. Another thing I'm proud of is that I have always stood up to bullies of all kinds. Whether they are political bullies, out to deny other people basic rights, school-yard bullies out to hurt people who are smaller than they are, or bullies in and out of the ring, like you. So when I see people like you bully a woman, when I hear people like you use their wonderful heritage as an excuse to hate others for who they are, it really gets under my skin. Hell, it makes me furious!

Tim pulls out a flask of whiskey from his pocket and drinks the entire thing before throwing it into the bay.

Tim Patrick: I really wanted this done and settled at the Pay-Per-View, Corey. It should have been over at Majority Rules. It would have been so much better for the both of us. We'd beat the crap out of each other and it would be over. You had to take the easy way out. You had tell management that you were hurt, too hurt to fight me. You say you never agreed to fight me. You know damn well that you were booked and on the card to fight me. Since I've gotten here I have yet to be shown a match contract by anybody, but every time I've been on a card I traveled to that city and I've gotten in the ring to fight whoever I'm told to fight. This is the wrestling business, Corey, and in professional wrestling, when you are booked and advertised to fight somebody, you show up. You're like the modern day Ultimate Warrior, thinking your shit doesn't stink and that you're so above everybody else that you can decide that you don't want to show up to a match when you don't feel like it. You're lucky you still have a job, Corey. Typically when a performer in this business fucks the fans over like you did at Majority Rules, they get fired on the spot and any championship that might have gets taken away from them. In a way I'm glad you didn't have the balls to fight me at Majority Rules. Why? Because somebody in Fight the World Wrestling is sick and twisted enough to schedule a major event from Alcatraz Prison! A prison that nobody ever successfully escaped from. A prison that had a "silence rule" for much of the time it was in operation, where prisoners weren't allowed to speak with each other. They say this place is haunted, and after the time I've spent inside, I don't disagree. The fact that our match is also going to be in a Double Cage Horror match doesn't scare me one bit, Corey. I've looked down the barrel of a loaded gun several times back in Belfast, I've witnessed loved ones dying in front of my eyes, and I've been beaten to the point that it hurt to blink. An egotistical asshole who likes to call himself the "Most Hated Man in Wrestling" doesn't scare me one bit. I don't care that you've never lost in this match. I don't care that you've beaten true wrestling icons in this match. I don't care about anything except for hurting you, Corey. I know it's not going to be one-sided, I know it's going to be even. I know I'm going to get my ass beat, and possibly feel more physical pain than I've ever felt at one time in my life before. But for ever ounce of blood I lose, I'll make sure you lose an equal amount. For every time I'm slammed into the cage, I'll make sure you are slammed an equal amount. For every time I scream out in pain, I'll make sure you do too. In the end, you'll be the most surprised man on Earth. You have it in your head that you're just going to destroy me. That I'll be hurt so bad that I won't be able to fight for an extended period of time. I've even heard you hint that you might kill me. It will take a hell of a lot more than anything you'll ever be able to dish out on me to keep me down forever, Corey. You might even win the match and pin me for the 1-2-3, but the war is only over when I say it is, and I never surrender.

The camera fades to black as an Irish Republican Army flute and drum band begins to play the song "In Belfast".

~~Scene Ends~~

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