Briskout Posted April 5, 2018 Share Posted April 5, 2018 TABLE OF CONTENTS Introduction Good Night, Wrestling My Wife and I Need to Talk Time to go to sleep. Big Smack Scott is a Chode --- Good Night, Wrestling September 15, 2015 The last meeting with agents before the show began had ended without a hitch. It had been almost a year since "Black Wednesday," and while we were now the solid #2 company in the States, I had no doubt that I think there were about six different occasions in my SWF career where Richard Eisen kept me behind before the show began. My first Supreme Challenge, how Richard wanted me to deal with Cornell/Nemesis, the night we went back on the air after 9/11, when Sam Keith left and I took over, the Tuesday after Black Wednesday... and now this. "Under Control," Richard begins, with a sorrowful look on his face, "Under Control is not getting the reviews we wanted Peter. The buyrate is low. We are barely keeping up with USPW and now we're losing to TCW? This isn't good Peter..." "Well," I begin but Richard holds up his hand. No excuses today. The writing was on the wall. The stubborn bastard didn't even want to call Tommy Cornell to make amends. Want a ratings boost? Bring in your rival. Before USPW or 21st Century get him, you dumb stubborn old bastard... "Under Control really shows that I have lost control Peter." Eisen's eyebrows furrow. A look I have seen a hundred times. As VP of Talent Relations and as the Head Booker, I have been in the room when Eisen has fired people before. "I lost control of you, and lost control of my product. I took a hands off approach and it failed. Not a single good match on the card, you have Tom as World champion and it just seems... it seems like you're out of your league right now. Look at what's happened with TCW since Cornell sold. The new booking team revitalized them. Look at USPW since Strong sold, revitalized. I need to take over again Peter and, unfortunately this means I need you step down." Not even a tear. Before he lets me speak, he continues. "It also means, I need you to step down tonight. Step down from the booking committee, step down from the announce team. Head back to Vermont, pack your desk and move on. Jerry will be taking over, beginning tonight. We just think it's best you move on." "Can I say good bye?" I can't believe that was all I had to say. No expletives running through my head. No big moment, no ground breaking losing it moment... "No, we have security waiting for you." Richard sticks out his hand. "And don't forget, 90 days no compete clause, 180 days no television appearances, 1 year without being in production of any wrestling company." F*** you, old man. I brush by Eisen, notebook in hand. Jerry is standing there, looking for my notes perhaps. Just to spite him, I toss in the garbage can as hard as I can as I hear the footsteps of two men. Presumably security guards, I don't bother to look as I march to the car. The footsteps stop once I step into the garage confirming my thoughts. "Twenty years," I yell at the guards, "twenty years down the drain!" I get in my car, thanking God I never agreed to a company car. The phone rings. It reads "LOIS." Pre-show good luck phone call. I answer it. "I'll be home in three hours." Good night Hartford. Good night arena we couldn't sell out that minor league hockey has packed every night. Good night, wrestling... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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