Old Man and the Sea.....

....For a time in between the FWE and Full Metal Wrestling I went down into Baja, Mexico and wrestled for an independent fed to keep my skills sharp. This flash back if you will, is a little snap shot of what it was like South of the Border for Uncle Axel....

.....After one particuarly rough night some of the locals and I set up shop in a small cantina, some to celebrate hard fought wins, some to drown bitter defeats, and others to wash away memories.....I was definitely part of the third category. I thought coming to Mexico would help me mourn the loss of my wife and child in a horrible car wreck back in Cali not even a year earlier. But the lonliness, being so far from everything I knew, only made the pain that much worse. There were nights I woke up in a cold sweat calling out for them, screaming at the top of my lungs.....A couple of the Cantina Rats as we called the local hookers came up trying to get my business.....

Mexican Ho: Hola Senor Osbourne, you look like you need a friend baby. Why you so sad??

AVO: You really don't care do you sugar? You just want my pesos in you purse and my dick in your honey pot am I right??

Ho #2: Papi, that is cold, you know we love us some gringo wrestler lovin, but you look like a lil lost Chiuaua. You haven't even touched that bottle of Gold, normally it would be gone faster than I have ever seen.....

AVO: I lost my wife and baby girl back in California hun, and I thought coming down here and doing my thing would clear my head but its made it even worse....I don't know what to do any more....

Ho #1 How about we take you upstairs and tuck you in baby, no charge....This is the last thing you need tonight....

....She started to put the bottle back behind the bar, but I grabbed her wrist roughly and smacked her ass. The girls went upstairs in front of me as I took long pulls on the Tequila weaving behind them.....

....Needless to say, the two ladies and I made a go of things fro quite some time. After awhile we all fell asleep in a heap from sheer exhaustion. A few hours later as the first rays of morning were streaming in through the wodden slats of the shutters I stumbled out from the jumble of arms and legs grabbing the half empty bottle. I stumbled to the desk, scrawling out a note of remorse and regret.....

" I just can't do this any more, drowning the pain in booze only does so much. Nights of sweaty uninhibited sex like the shit from last night only give me a moments relief.....I am going to the water and end my pain once and for all. I will be with those I miss if it is the last thing I do on this Earth....."

....I know no one would read the words, but I had to get them out and down on paper. It was a beginning of the release, so to speak. I stubled down the winding stair case with the bottle in my hand to the bar below. I walked out the door and on to the wide Avenue. It was early but many of the vendors were already setting up for a hard day of selling their hand made wares and some horribly cheap knock offs and pirated movies. They all yelled that theirs was the best place to send my pesos. I ignored all of them, tears streaming down my face, taking long pulls from the Tequila as I made my way toward the pier...I finally made it to the end of the pier and wobbily looked down at the deep murky water below. If I jumped in here as drunk as I was, I would just sink right down to the bottom. The few fishermen paid me no mind thinking I was just looking out across the ocean. I looked up to heaven, teling my little one I was coming home to her and jumped in....

....I hit the water with a loud splash, not struggling against the current I felt my lungs slowly fill up with the warm briny sea water, heavier and heavier I became sinking down slowly....Just when I was reaching the point of no return, that point where the bright light was at the end of the hall way and all my family was ushering me home, a pair of hands hooked me under my arms and yanked me to the surface....I felt myself being roughly pulled to the shore and dragged against the rough cool sand. The light was still as bright as ever, or maybe it was the sun as my vision was returning to the really, real world as an older black man was giving me CPR. I sputtered up a mouth of sea water as my vision came back into focus...I began to croak with a hoarse voice....

AVO: Who the....fuck are you old man....

Old Black Guy: ....Who the fuck am I?? Huh?? No thanks fro savin my life nigga. No nothin' huh? Just who the fuck are you.... I ma Philmont Bragg, the old nigga who just saved your life. I was fishing up on that pier mindin' my own and you tried that foolishness.

AVO: Bro, my life is shit, did you ever figure I didn't want savin'?

Philmont: Your life has just begun son, I am here to make sure of that my man. We got people to do and places to see. I am THE most pimpin man Mehico has ever seen and you and I gonna be fast friends. I will make sure you live your life to the fullest. You will never forget what ever had you so down I am sure. But it doesn't have to rule you. This is comin' from a nigga who knows. Now come on, I saw you in that Lucha Libra shit last night and we gots to get you back to work.....

...The old black man yanked me to my fet and helped me walk back up the beach. From that day on that crabby old nigger didn't leave my side and we became the best of friends.....