The Trade Page #3

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Holy sh*t, holy sh*t!

Holy sh*t, holy sh*t, holy sh*t,

holy sh*t, holy sh*t, holy sh*t,

holy sh*t, holy sh*t, holy sh*t,

holy sh*t, holy sh*t, holy sh*t,

holy sh*t!

Watching him come off the roof

and fall through the tables was one of the

scariest things I've ever seen.

It was probably one of

the most difficult things

I've ever experienced with Matthew.

No one wants to watch their son

do risky things that will injure them

and possibly for the rest of their life.

Around that time, I

really thought this is just

going too far, like he's

going down a bad road

that he's gonna end up

getting killed or maimed

or paralyzed, you know?

And he's so young in his career,

and he's so young in his life.

You know he's on the

ground, people are chanting

holy sh*t, holy sh*t.

And suddenly he starts

moving, and I'm like, okay,

he's moving, good, good, good.

Next thing you know, he gets to his feet

and he walks back to the

ring and finishes the match.

Obviously I felt relief, but I felt like

how can he keep doing this to himself?

You can call me a lot of things,

but don't call me a hero.

And do not envy me.

I've never seen a battlefield.

I've never saved anybody.

My scars were planned.

I didn't earn them.

Age 23

and my youth gone.

I'm the prodigal son.

My inheritance, squandered.

My strength,

the best of me, the last of it,

bleeding out in the parking lot

of a bar in Delaware.

And yet, I was still hungry.

I opened my eyes,

and I saw a fire

that could never be quenched.

The only way to escape

is to turn your back

and walk away.

To disappear.

Truthfully,

when I walked away from wrestling,

I eventually had a bit

of an identity crisis.

You come to realize...

I came to realize that maybe I was more

taking on the persona that

I had created in the ring

than my actual persona.

And if you remove something

like that, that's such a

substantial part of your life,

questions start to arise of

do I even like myself?

Am I even comfortable with myself?

I understood how important that was.

And I also understood how important it was

that I not return to wrestling.

Because I was like, I

want to figure this out.

I am a shell, tossed in

the waves of the ocean.

The only thing I want is stillness.

I can steady my hand.

But inside, I'm shaking.

I exhale.

Empty my lungs.

But I still taste the pollution.

The residue.

I become a vapor.

A ghost, drifting.

Until I find

even spirits can't hide.

Because eventually the demons will come.

And they never ever forget.

Perseverance is nothing

but stubbornness refined.

So you really, really need to watch

what you say and what you do

around stubborn people.

Pounds,

Little Mondo!

Aw!

You wanna talk about an emotional scene,

an emotional moment for this young man,

just think about all he's worked towards,

all he's ever wanted and dreamed about,

he's here under those bright lights.

It's an opportunity

that's 18 years

in the making for this kid.

Whoa, holy sh*t, nothing

little about that.

And a spring board, nice move!

Shades of his idol, shades of his idol.

Kodak moment for Little Mondo.

This kid's gonna take that

memory with him wherever he goes.

And of course it made

me kind of smile at first,

and it was fun to see.

But a couple years into

it, he started mimicking

the violent stuff that I had done.

And I started really seeing him take some

serious damage to his body.

And it made me uncomfortable

to the extent that eventually

I told him, like Rory,

please just don't send me these videos.

I don't wanna see 'em.

Look at that table

full of sliced aluminum cans.

This is the new era

of ultra violence.

The most disgusting

match I've seen all year.

Look at these guys, oh my God.

Ripping at his face!

Bulldozer says

I'm gonna break that table

if it kills him.

M. Bison between the, oh, no!

Oh, Little Mondo

says merry mother f***ing Christmas!

This is why I attempted to join CZW

is for the ultra-violent tournament style.

I was here since the first

Tournament of Death as a fan

watching, watching my hero Sick Nick Mondo

win this tournament himself.

Now it's my dream to do it myself.

So for once, someone's gonna

try to bury Rory Mondo that's not mean

during one of his matches.

And I forget that he lost.

He lost against Ron Mathis.

Wow, Rory Mondo, where is

Rory finding the energy?

Now looking for this cut throat driver.

Right on his head, right

on the top of his head.

Right into the coffin!

Well he's got five seconds.

This is where he got

me with the double stomp.

Here, and he got me pretty

good in the back, too.

Barbed wire, light tubes, tack strips.

Last but not least,

this is where he got me

with the light tube right in my head.

He stuck one good right in there.

Please don't make me do this.

Please don't make me do this.

Japan is a really good place to hide.

Especially Tokyo.

It's a city of 12 million

people, but ironically,

it's one of the loneliest

places I've ever been.

People generally just keep to themselves.

They mind their own business.

But it's a really good place to go

if you basically just want

to get lost in the noise.

Or if you're trying to forget something.

It's like it's 2002

all over again.

Are we really

asking for 2002 back?

I certainly am.

I said it once, I'll say it again.

Whether I'm in the United States, Japan,

f***ing Antarctica wants

to bring out barbed wire,

let's do this sh*t.

Because I'm not little,

and it's getting violent.

Little Mondo,

fighting for his jugular.

Oh, my God!

Staggering, the man,

oh, no, oh, no, oh, no!

The unsuspecting Rory Mondo

never even saw it coming.

The hopes and dreams of Little Mondo,

following in the footsteps

of Sick Nick Mondo

in Tournament of Death

has just been shattered

along with that glass.

Little Mondo

a bloody mess right now.

His ribs, he wants to

complain about his chest?

I'm f***ing hurting Danny

Havoc, but I didn't complain.

You almost died tonight.

Mondo, Mondo, Mondo,

Mondo, Mondo, Mondo!

Oh God, Mondo is in

not a good spot right now.

Mondo climbing up top.

Oh, my God!

Stay awake.

Stay awake.

A bloody mess.

Just a faucet of blood coming out

of that man's head right now.

I'll tell you what, Little Mondo

is doing his hero proud right now.

No, no.

He's right in

the shrapnel, oh, my God!

And the trial of blood left from the body.

No, no, no.

Please don't make me do this.

Please don't make me do this.

Oh, my God.

This f***ing sh*t.

What the f***?

Don't do this to me, don't do this to me.

It's not the same this time.

It's not gonna be the

same, it can't be the same.

I don't listen to you anymore,

I don't listen to you.

I bring you back, but it's

not gonna be the same.

You listen to me this

time, do you hear me?

Understand?

I can't go back.

I can't go back to that place.

I can't go through this again, I can't.

It's not going to be like

before, please, please, please.

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