Post by bookerman on Aug 24, 2017 0:25:52 GMT
The current time is 4:36 PM. It is July 26th, 2017. I am Madman Szalinski. Beginning recording.
If you are hearing this, I am dead. I told you I was going to die, so this shouldn't come as a surprise to you.
I admit that I am to blame for this. When you light dead plant matter on fire and inhale it directly into your longs for half of your life, you're eventually going to pay for it. I smoked cigarettes. I drank alcohol. I used the alcohol to wash down pills. Painkillers. Muscle relaxers. Nerve pills. Stuff nobody should ever be taking. And I took some other stuff too...stuff I don't want to talk about. There's a reason they tell you not to do drugs, kids. Drugs fuck you up.
I destroyed my body for a living. I didn't even contribute anything to society when I did it. I just jumped off a bunch of tall shit, and let really big guys take out their inner demons on me. I beat people with shit, and let them beat me with shit. I did this for half my life, too. I never did anything else. Never used my bachelor's degree in visual communications and specialized business. It was twenty five grand that I never saw again. I spent my entire professional career in a wrestling ring.
The worst thing I did was keep going after the heart attack in 2014. That should have been the wake up call. I should have quit wrestling and found something else to do. I should have went full time into promoting. If I had, maybe I'd still be alive.
Or maybe not. I might have got shot getting into some static with somebody at the bar or whatever.
The point is, I know I don't have much time.
I am going to spend what time and energy I have left to finally do something other than wrestling.
I'm doing this in hopes that I can give something back. I want to contribute something. This is my contribution to what I have spent the last two decades of my life doing.
I'm going to be making a series of audio recordings, just like this one. I'll be sending them out by certified mail, because it's the only way to make sure they get into the right hands.
I don't want to write a fuckin' autobiography of my career. Noody cares about that shit. I'll just tell you what you need to know. Then I'll tell you what you need to know.
I loved this business. Even though it has taken so many of my friends, and myself, I still love it. From my first televised match in 2002 against Triple X, to my last match against Gaia just a few months ago. Fifteen years I did this shit, plus four years training and go'fering, trying to learn my craft so I could be decent at it by the time I was old enough to legally compete. I won too many belts to count, and I don't care about them. I remember the people I've beaten, and what it meant to beat them.
I remember beating La Flama Blanca in WrestleUTA all those years ago, when everyone thought I didn't stand a chance. I remember going into CWC in a throw-together tag match with Thatcher Rex as my partner, and we upset their tag team champions...Liam and Jax, whatever they called themselves back then. Then there was the time I went to FRONTIER for a battle royal, declined the title shot if I happened to win...which I fuckin' did. I won the shit. Beat Chandler Scott in the middle of the ring, 1, 2, 3, and he still ain't gotten over it. He's hated me ever since, had this spell where he couldn't keep my name out his mouth, but he wouldn't stop being a cocktease and give me my one on one.
I remember winning matches I wasn't supposed to win. I remmber losing plenty of matches I was supposed to win, too. I did some good shit, I did some bad shit. I did a lot of drugs. I had a dog. I miss that dog. I hope when I get where I'm going, Peach manages to find me and we can figure out who sells weed in Heaven for the cheap.
But back to the point. Instead of talking about me in this final message, I want to talk to you.
Here's a list of people who should check their mail when they hear this message:
- Annie Zellor
- Artemis Kaiser
- Big Boss Hogg
- Blaise Fader
- Cameron Behringer
- Chandler Scott
- David Helms
- Fable Rowan
- Gaia Galanos
- Graham Clauson
- Griffin Hawkins
- Jacqui Monroe
- Laurel Anne Hardy
- Molly Cyrus
- Perry Wallace
- Sean Jackson
- Skylynn Reed
- Thatcher Rex
Don't cry because I'm gone. Smile because I was ever there to begin with.
And just for old time's sake...god damn, son.
If you are hearing this, I am dead. I told you I was going to die, so this shouldn't come as a surprise to you.
I admit that I am to blame for this. When you light dead plant matter on fire and inhale it directly into your longs for half of your life, you're eventually going to pay for it. I smoked cigarettes. I drank alcohol. I used the alcohol to wash down pills. Painkillers. Muscle relaxers. Nerve pills. Stuff nobody should ever be taking. And I took some other stuff too...stuff I don't want to talk about. There's a reason they tell you not to do drugs, kids. Drugs fuck you up.
I destroyed my body for a living. I didn't even contribute anything to society when I did it. I just jumped off a bunch of tall shit, and let really big guys take out their inner demons on me. I beat people with shit, and let them beat me with shit. I did this for half my life, too. I never did anything else. Never used my bachelor's degree in visual communications and specialized business. It was twenty five grand that I never saw again. I spent my entire professional career in a wrestling ring.
The worst thing I did was keep going after the heart attack in 2014. That should have been the wake up call. I should have quit wrestling and found something else to do. I should have went full time into promoting. If I had, maybe I'd still be alive.
Or maybe not. I might have got shot getting into some static with somebody at the bar or whatever.
The point is, I know I don't have much time.
I am going to spend what time and energy I have left to finally do something other than wrestling.
I'm doing this in hopes that I can give something back. I want to contribute something. This is my contribution to what I have spent the last two decades of my life doing.
I'm going to be making a series of audio recordings, just like this one. I'll be sending them out by certified mail, because it's the only way to make sure they get into the right hands.
I don't want to write a fuckin' autobiography of my career. Noody cares about that shit. I'll just tell you what you need to know. Then I'll tell you what you need to know.
I loved this business. Even though it has taken so many of my friends, and myself, I still love it. From my first televised match in 2002 against Triple X, to my last match against Gaia just a few months ago. Fifteen years I did this shit, plus four years training and go'fering, trying to learn my craft so I could be decent at it by the time I was old enough to legally compete. I won too many belts to count, and I don't care about them. I remember the people I've beaten, and what it meant to beat them.
I remember beating La Flama Blanca in WrestleUTA all those years ago, when everyone thought I didn't stand a chance. I remember going into CWC in a throw-together tag match with Thatcher Rex as my partner, and we upset their tag team champions...Liam and Jax, whatever they called themselves back then. Then there was the time I went to FRONTIER for a battle royal, declined the title shot if I happened to win...which I fuckin' did. I won the shit. Beat Chandler Scott in the middle of the ring, 1, 2, 3, and he still ain't gotten over it. He's hated me ever since, had this spell where he couldn't keep my name out his mouth, but he wouldn't stop being a cocktease and give me my one on one.
I remember winning matches I wasn't supposed to win. I remmber losing plenty of matches I was supposed to win, too. I did some good shit, I did some bad shit. I did a lot of drugs. I had a dog. I miss that dog. I hope when I get where I'm going, Peach manages to find me and we can figure out who sells weed in Heaven for the cheap.
But back to the point. Instead of talking about me in this final message, I want to talk to you.
Here's a list of people who should check their mail when they hear this message:
- Annie Zellor
- Artemis Kaiser
- Big Boss Hogg
- Blaise Fader
- Cameron Behringer
- Chandler Scott
- David Helms
- Fable Rowan
- Gaia Galanos
- Graham Clauson
- Griffin Hawkins
- Jacqui Monroe
- Laurel Anne Hardy
- Molly Cyrus
- Perry Wallace
- Sean Jackson
- Skylynn Reed
- Thatcher Rex
Don't cry because I'm gone. Smile because I was ever there to begin with.
And just for old time's sake...god damn, son.
