One of the greatest things about working so many shows together is that you sort of become a family. You cling to a few people who become your brothers. You see them at most of the same shows. You travel together. You work out together. You spend your free time with them. When given the chance, you can put on some amazing matches too.
My tag team partner Scott Davis and I were booked to go up against the best tag team in our area, the Heartbreak Express(Phil and Sean Davis). The fans thought this was interesting because Scott and Phil are identical twins. The back story to this is that Sean and I were origionally a team called Rags to Riches. Our usual opponents were the Davis Brothers. To make a long story short, Sean recruited Phil and left me in the dust. I made amends with Scott in front of the fans. We then declared war on The Heartbreak Express.
One match in particular stands out. It was a double chain match where I was chained to Sean and the brothers were chained up. I always liked to wrestle Sean because he worked snug, like I did. I hated it when I did a move and someone thought it looked fake. The 4 of us put on a clinic of what this type of match should be. Sean would pull me all around the ring. We fought on a picnic table. We fought under the ring. We used any weapon we could grab. Since a match like this has to have some blood, Sean was nice enough to let me use a cheese grated on his head This is why I mention us 4 being brothers. I Know Sean trusted me enough to not severely hurt him. I gently placed it on his head with both of my hands, and he procedes to move my hands back and forth until he bled. Not to be outdone, I decided I needed to bleed too. Since my gimic was that of someone who enjoyed this kind of thing. I turned the cheese grater over and procede to slam it into my own head about 5 or 6 times. I bled harder than Sean did.
I an not too proud of the finish of the match, because I accidentally hurt my brother Sean. I had him in the corner. I placed a computer keypad over his crotch. I grabbed my 9 wood golf club, and instead of hitting tke keypad, I somehow hit Sean's knee. He was in tremendous pain. As I pinned him, I appologized. I had felt horrible that I hurt on of my running brothers in the sport. He trusted me to take care of him. I did not. It was an accident. I had done that very finish about 50 times. Each time was perfect. This time it was not. I have no excuse to this day why it went wrong. I am still saddened that I hurt someone. It was the only time I ever hurt anyone.
The good news is that He didn't miss a match. Today Sean and Phil are still the Heartbreak Express. They are one of the best tag teams around and I hope you fans get a chance to see them when they are in your area.
The sad news is that I don't talk to my brothers anymore. I do miss them and wish them well. I look foward to hanging out with them again. Maybe someday.
Until next time, America!!!
