Post by Jack Tillman on Sept 11, 2018 21:09:32 GMT -5
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The sound of hammers fill the beach front as the boat for Thunder Redds funeral at sea is almost complete. It’s a miserable foggy day as I hammer away at a nail. The others that are helping me out is Darryl Walker, Kora, Caleb Houston, Norah, and some other folks that I don’t remember. All close friends of Redd at some point in his life. Not a fan of any of them, but I’ll bite my tongue and play nice since today is a day that none of us wanted to see come.
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This industry sees people die all the time. Age, injuries, drugs, or accidents. You think I’d be use to seeing people die, especially in this business, but it still affects you. Especially when you knew that person well. All the traveling, being stuck in a plane or a car together, and sharing a room.....you get to know one another. You talk about life. Old stories. About your past and what you want for you future.
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Redd and I started off our friendship when he called me out on twitter. Said that he was a better Junior Heavyweight Wrestler than I was. Redd was close, or over, 400 pounds. But I was the current CWC Junior Heavyweight Champion and he wanted a piece of me. So we fought. It was a no contest because we both flew off the top of a ring post and onto a table. Respect was soon had between the two of us and shortly after a friendship.
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We teamed up together on multiple occasions. Traveled from the states to Japan. I was the one to bring him into the Dogs Of War. And unfortunately....I was the last one to team up with him.
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It was strange to get that phone call the next day. One minute he was here....the next.....gone. It was one of those moments where you just couldn’t believe it. I mean I was teaming with him the day before. I had a conversation with him the night before. I apologized for us losing. He said it was alright....that there were plenty of matches left.
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What a shitty friend I am.
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He should of got that win.
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He should of walked out as a winner.
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I should of been there when he died.
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FUCK
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Looking down I see that I’ve broken the board that I had been working on. I had hammered the nail in and I just kept on hitting. I would had noticed it but I was in my own head and talking to my misery. Noticing what I had done, I look around and see everyone else staring at me. Thankfully they understand and go back to working on the boat.
I’m known for not letting my emotions get the best of me. In the ring, I’m calm. Collective. A ring general. Always thinking five steps ahead. Out of the ring I’m quiet. I like to keep to myself. I don’t do a whole lot of twitter banter. The less info know about me, the less other wrestlers can use to get into my head. But after Redds death, well that’s info that people can use against me and have an upper hand advantage. You’d think people wouldn’t pull such a stunt, using someone’s death to get into someone’s head, but there are people out there that’ll pull a stunt like that without blinking.
But that’s wrestling in a nutshell. It doesn’t matter if you’re a professional wrestler or a sports entertainer. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been in the industry for over 20 years or 1 year. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been trained by the best or by the worst. You want that pay day? You want that recognition? You want that fame? Just win....by any means necessary.
I’ve got a lot of matches coming up. Hybrid. Portland Pro. Oceanic Wrestling. Seattle Pro. And then a couple of events here and there. But I have one date circled on my calendar and that’s October 2nd. Main Event. Lynx verses Jack Tillman for the Max Junior Heavyweight Title. Redd and I fought to see who the best Junior Heavyweight was....now I’ll go win him a title. Hopefully he’ll be watching....where ever he’s at these days.
The sound of hammers fill the beach front as the boat for Thunder Redds funeral at sea is almost complete. It’s a miserable foggy day as I hammer away at a nail. The others that are helping me out is Darryl Walker, Kora, Caleb Houston, Norah, and some other folks that I don’t remember. All close friends of Redd at some point in his life. Not a fan of any of them, but I’ll bite my tongue and play nice since today is a day that none of us wanted to see come.
Tap Tap Tap
This industry sees people die all the time. Age, injuries, drugs, or accidents. You think I’d be use to seeing people die, especially in this business, but it still affects you. Especially when you knew that person well. All the traveling, being stuck in a plane or a car together, and sharing a room.....you get to know one another. You talk about life. Old stories. About your past and what you want for you future.
Tap Tap Tap
Redd and I started off our friendship when he called me out on twitter. Said that he was a better Junior Heavyweight Wrestler than I was. Redd was close, or over, 400 pounds. But I was the current CWC Junior Heavyweight Champion and he wanted a piece of me. So we fought. It was a no contest because we both flew off the top of a ring post and onto a table. Respect was soon had between the two of us and shortly after a friendship.
Tap Tap Tap
We teamed up together on multiple occasions. Traveled from the states to Japan. I was the one to bring him into the Dogs Of War. And unfortunately....I was the last one to team up with him.
Tap Tap Tap
It was strange to get that phone call the next day. One minute he was here....the next.....gone. It was one of those moments where you just couldn’t believe it. I mean I was teaming with him the day before. I had a conversation with him the night before. I apologized for us losing. He said it was alright....that there were plenty of matches left.
Tap Tap Tap
What a shitty friend I am.
Tap Tap Tap
He should of got that win.
Tap Tap Tap
He should of walked out as a winner.
Tap Tap TAP
I should of been there when he died.
Tap TAP TAP
FUCK
TAP TAP TASSSSNAP
Looking down I see that I’ve broken the board that I had been working on. I had hammered the nail in and I just kept on hitting. I would had noticed it but I was in my own head and talking to my misery. Noticing what I had done, I look around and see everyone else staring at me. Thankfully they understand and go back to working on the boat.
I’m known for not letting my emotions get the best of me. In the ring, I’m calm. Collective. A ring general. Always thinking five steps ahead. Out of the ring I’m quiet. I like to keep to myself. I don’t do a whole lot of twitter banter. The less info know about me, the less other wrestlers can use to get into my head. But after Redds death, well that’s info that people can use against me and have an upper hand advantage. You’d think people wouldn’t pull such a stunt, using someone’s death to get into someone’s head, but there are people out there that’ll pull a stunt like that without blinking.
But that’s wrestling in a nutshell. It doesn’t matter if you’re a professional wrestler or a sports entertainer. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been in the industry for over 20 years or 1 year. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been trained by the best or by the worst. You want that pay day? You want that recognition? You want that fame? Just win....by any means necessary.
I’ve got a lot of matches coming up. Hybrid. Portland Pro. Oceanic Wrestling. Seattle Pro. And then a couple of events here and there. But I have one date circled on my calendar and that’s October 2nd. Main Event. Lynx verses Jack Tillman for the Max Junior Heavyweight Title. Redd and I fought to see who the best Junior Heavyweight was....now I’ll go win him a title. Hopefully he’ll be watching....where ever he’s at these days.