Tim Patrick
Posts : 375
Join date : 2011-03-01
Age : 39
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IWF Record: 0-0-0
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 |  Subject: It begins again - RP vs Duke 1  Thu Mar 31, 2011 11:01 pm | |
| Sunday, March 27, 2011
Consol Energy Center
Demolition Day PPV
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
11:30 PM
The PPV is over, and the arena is mostly empty. The Insurgency Wrestling Federation ring/stage crew is taking down the equipment used for the event. The camera pans around the inside of the arena and zooms into the last row in the upper level where Tim Patrick is sitting alone. Jack Smith, from Pro Wrestling Illustrated Magazine spots him from the lower level and quickly runs up to talk to him. Patrick is wearing all black and is silently sitting alone, thinking. Smith walks up to him, pulls out a note pad and pen, and begins to speak.
Jack Smith: Mr. Patrick, it's great to see you back. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?
Tim Patrick: I don't mind. What do you need to know?
Jack Smith: What brings you to IWF?
Tim Patrick: I was sitting at home for a month and I began to feel useless. I sat around drinking and wondering what my future was going to be like. I had come so close to breaking through as a Main Eventer in NLWF only to have it taken from me. Then, the promotion died. And thank God it did.
Jack Smith: Why do you say that? I mean, you got your first shot at the big time in NLWF. Don't you think you owe Nick Ridicule?
Tim Patrick: I don't owe Nick anything. Yes, he signed me to NLWF. But he did it with a contract saying "I Own You". Nobody owns the Irish Car Bomb. Nobody. But I went along with his bullshit, because it was the only promotion I know of that went world-wide, with such a high level of competition. But every time I wanted a week off, Nick basically said "Tough Shit" and booked me anyway. I needed time after I was put in the hospital. I needed time when my manager and long time friend, Sister Holy Crap killed herself. Both times, I was immediately booked to fight days later. That's not how you treat people who make you money. I became a huge fan favorite really quick, and sold a lot of merchandise and a lot of tickets. I was the only active wrestlers who volunteered to have press conferences before all of my matches with local and world media to help spread the word of our events. Nick didn't see or notice any of this, but I bet he noticed his wallet getting bigger each week off the blood and sacrifice of his wrestlers. People fucking died under his watch, women were kidnapped and assaulted. It wasn't a healthy place to work. And what he did with Brandon McDonnald was disgusting. Here's a guy that went off to fight in a war and the disrespect shown to him and his girlfriend Anna was offensive.
Jack Smith: It seems like you have a lot of respect for Brandon McDonald. But in your recent promos and your actions tonight show that you are set to go after the Right Honourable Gentlemen, Brandon's group.
Tim Patrick: Jack, war is hell. It makes you do crazy shit. I don't know fully what happened to Brandon in the middle east, but something went wrong in his mind. He has been the best wrestler in the world for at least a year. He doesn't need anybody watching his back.
Jack Smith: Going back to how you came to be in IWF. How did you find out about this promotion and how do you think it'll be different than NLWF?
Tim Patrick: On the day No Limit Wrestling Federation folded, I got an e-mail from Corey Casey of all people telling me that NLWF's best were forming a new promotion. I waited for a few weeks just to think. I think I made the right choice. This place is run very openly. Not a lot of secrets here. I haven't seen any signs of management screwing over their workers. That, and the contract I signed was the biggest and best I've ever signed.
Jack Smith: What is your issue with the Right Honourable Gentlemen? Is it just because they're British?
Tim Patrick: No, Jack. I have no issue with British people as a whole. There is a part of their culture though that I find vile. That rich elitist asshole type. That pretty much describes that entire stable. People who ride horses, live in mansions, think Margret Thatcher, Churchill, and the Queen are all the best things since sliced bread...I just don't have any tolerance for that shit. If you make an honest living and have worked most of your life, that's one thing. But if you were born with a silver spoon and were handed everything you ever wanted, you are the enemy to anybody who has ever had to fight to survive. With all the money I'm making now, I'm still donating most of it to political and social causes. Both in Ireland and in America. I paid the rent in my small apartment in Philadelphia off for the next 5 years. I need to live among real people. I need to hear their stories. I can afford a big house in the country and maids and 20 cars, but I'll never do that. When you do that sort of shit, you lose touch with reality. You begin to think you're more important than you actually are just because of the money you have. Screw that.
Jack Smith: I've said you eventually want to get to all of the members of the "Gentlemen". Any reason why you are going after Duke Reginald Churchill first?
Tim Patrick: He's one of those guys that upon seeing him, you have a strong desire to break his face. You know what I mean? And he was one of the guys who took out Knife to Know You, a man who I desperately wanted to put in a wheelchair. They got to him first.
Jack Smith: Was it your plan all along to make your IWF debut in your city, Philadelphia?
Tim Patrick: Yes, I having fought in Philly for years, and when I did it was at the old ECW Arena bingo hall for small indy shows. This is at the Wells Fargo Center, the big time. I bought tickets for everybody in my South Philly neighborhood.
Jack Smith: What exactly is a Philadelphia Street Fight?
Tim Patrick: It's a match I've never lost. I won my first indy wrestling championships ever with this match. It's your average hardcore match, with a twist. Falls count anywhere in the city of Philadelphia. We may end up across the street at Citizens Bank Park, interrupting the Astros/Phillies game. We may end up in the subway fighting in puddles of urine. We may end up in Independence Hall. I may throw his British ass off the Ben Franklin Bridge. No matter what happens, I'll have my hand raised in victory, and I'll celebrate with the people of Philadelphia.
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