Post by genocide on Feb 18, 2006 17:56:40 GMT -5
Last Sunday, I was at my apartment, drowning my sorrows like a little girl in a bowl of rocky road ice cream. Now, you may be thinking that any real man would be pounding away a few brews, but that’s just not my style.
The reason that I was so sad was because my boss was threatening my career. If you keep up with my articles, you know that I have my "Flavor of the Week" and top prospect articles. Well, lately, my picks just ain't panning out. Two days before (on Friday) my latest golden boy pick had retired from wrestling at a pathetic 2-9 record. My boss ripped me. Was I turning into Mel Kiper Jr. from '98, saying Leaf was better than Manning? God, I hoped not. I spent all of Friday getting yelled at.
"Sid, you stupid son of a bitch, what happened?"
"I don’t know. He showed promise."
"Well that’s the 8th pick in a row that’s blown. You’ve got 1 more chance or your ass is fired!"
There was a McMahon emphasis on fired, which really did scare the piss out of me. I went home that night and watched Friday Night Fights. What was I doing? The most important article of my life was due in less than a week, I hadn’t started, and I was watching a mediocre boxing show with a bunch of no names on ESPN 2? I was pathetic.
Saturday rolled on, and I was able to do some heavy research, looking at about 1 web page (That’s sarcastic.) Then there was Sunday.
Sunday was probably the day that saved my life. While the day was actually no help, the night was what did it. A reminder popped up for WCF Slam, and I reluctantly had enough energy to turn it. Right off the bat, my savior.
Genocide ruined people's careers and made a huge impact in that ring. From the time he eliminated "The Pretty Boy", I had moved from lying on the couch, to jumping off the couch. I'd never heard of this guy. After the match I immediately went online and looked at the WCF website, seeing only him and his manager. "Dangerous" Darryl Black. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t quite get it.
I called my boss, and mockingly told him I had my "Next Big Thing". He sighed, and told me it may be my last big thing. I hadn’t told him who it was yet.
I then went on searches, trying to find any hint as of where I knew Black from. Then, on an indy fed website, I realized that he was the man who had brought a 7'5 monster from Sudan to the US. He was the man who brought a quick little fuck from "Hell" and made him into a hardcore champion and cruiserweight champ. But before that, he was the man who made a shitload on the stock market. Even before that he went to the same law school and lived in the same apartment building as me (Law school lasted a good 2 months).
I remember him because he was always the one who would wear the obnoxious clothes, and have all the ladies with him, for some reason. He could talk a dog off of a meat wagon. I called the man up.
"Hello?"
"Darryl, its Sid Finnerty, from law school? We had the same apartment, went to a few parties together? I also write for the Pro Wrestling Weekly."
"Oh Sid….right. What's up?"
"Well I saw you the other night, and was wondering if I could do an article on your man, Genocide."
"No problem. Meet at Vinchenzo's in Wichita on Tuesday. Can you do it?"
"I can make it at one."
So it was set. Step one in the plan to get my job back in security. I packed my bags and headed to Kansas, a place I'd never been to before.
When I arrived there Tuesday at around 10 am their time, I went to the nearest hotel. I unpacked, had a smoke, and then turned on the TV. Before I knew it, it was 12:30 pm, and I didn’t have a clue as to where this Vinchenzo's was.
I called a cab, and quickly got there, although it did take a good 45 minutes.
When I arrived, Black had his obnoxious clothes on again, and Genocide looked very well groomed. Although he was visibly pissed that I was there, he played nice for a guy his size.
Now if you watched last week you know that he is a big man. But when you get up close and personal with him, you understand just how big a man he is. He is huge. His muscles are the size of my head.
We had a few drinks, and then sorted the whole thing out. I was going to spend a day with the man, "Genocide".
"Dangerous" Darryl Black:
Black was born and raised in New York City. He's not one who has an unremarkable physique, or has even step foot into the ring. Black was the kid who wouldn’t play dodgeball, instead take bets and hustle kids out of their milk money.
When he graduated from college, Black was interested in Law. He went to Law school, but quickly decided it just wasn’t for him.
"Law school wasn’t for me. I had to remember way too much stuff. Too much work."
Instead, Black decided to work as an intern in a stock market company and was hired as a full time consultant in 1989. He was promoted after the companies boss recognized that he had a knack for finding cheap stocks that would equal big money. Yet in 1999, Black was ruined.
"I invested all of my money, and was pitching heavily for the company to spend lots of money on Gigapets. As you can see, they flamed out. I was fired. Stocks were the only thing I knew how to do. Then, I got an idea."
The idea was to be a manager. He knew how to make deals, find hidden talent, the only thing was to manage what? That’s when he started wrestling.
"It was great, watching classic wrestling with Bobby Heenan and Jimmy Hart. I knew I could be those guys."
His first client was a man named "The African Beast" Hakeem Bol. Hakeem was 7'5 341 pounds. He came from Sudan.
"I lured him away, and managed him in various organizations. Then one day, I lost him."
Lost him? Yea, lost him. Black thought he was kidnapped, but it turned out Hakeem had taken all of his money, and went back home. Tough luck.
"I wasn’t too mad. I did everything for him, and made enough."
He then found a man who could take anything you had in mind. He was a lifelong wrestler, and his name was Syko.
"I guided him for about a year, taking him to the top of the cruiserweight division and hardcore division. Then, we decided to go our separate ways."
After many other stints, Black had officially retired from managing people. He walked away with a few new suits, and lots of stories to tell. He decided to settle down in a small town. He traveled through Kansas, hoping to find a place.
"That’s when my life changed."
Black was invited to a wrestling show, and met Genocide. The beast who no man could spend 3 minutes in the ring with. Black decided that he could take this monster to the top of a wrestling organization. It was 2 months before they got a deal.
"Genocide and I were happy to sign a contract in the WCF. We couldn’t wait to begin."
Genocide: The Mass Murder
A while ago, Genocide went by the name Dave White. He was a personal trainer at a local gym, and participated in World's Strongest Man competitions. He reached the finals of a southern competition, before quitting.
"I decided to focus more on my job. I would try again in a few years."
Then, his life changed as well.
Dave was recruited by a local wrestling federation to become a security guard. Soon, he was promoted to wrestler. Nobody could stop him, and he quickly became the most dominant man in Wichita wrestling history. That’s when Black met him.
"Darryl did a lot for me. People tell me he's just along for the ride. But without him, there would be no ride."
Dave claims that his tires where flat and Black was the man who came to pump them up.
"He was very persistent trying to sign me. He showed me what I could do. I signed, and soon signed another contract."
Genocide has impressed the front office of the WCF, already earning a shot for the number 1 contendership of a title. This week, he faces 3 other men, "The Lone Wolf", Big Country, and Wreck.
The Day
I arrived at Genocide's apartment at around 5:30. He took me to his local gym, and pumped iron for almost 4 hours. I was tired just watching him. The focus, energy, drive of this guy is enough to make me want to put money on him making it big. He benches an impressive 400 pounds, squats 1000, and can run for days. The gym is his sanctuary.
After the gym, he took me back to his manager's house, who had a cheap, but appetizing nonetheless, hooker. We hung out and shot the shit for a while. He decided to take me too lunch.
At lunch, he told me how he was going to dismantle the 3 other men on Sunday. I wouldn’t doubt it.
If you think that the day was short, you're right. He took me back home after that. I don’t know what he did himself.
Thoughts:
After spending a day with a man who makes Big Country look like Little House on the Prairie, I realized that this man could one day become a force in the top of wrestling.
With the guidance of a mastermind, look out world, this man is here to break bones, careers, and records. Committing mass beatings like Hitler, Genocide's just not his name, it's his game.
Sid Finnerty is a senior writer for Pro Wrestling Weekly.
The reason that I was so sad was because my boss was threatening my career. If you keep up with my articles, you know that I have my "Flavor of the Week" and top prospect articles. Well, lately, my picks just ain't panning out. Two days before (on Friday) my latest golden boy pick had retired from wrestling at a pathetic 2-9 record. My boss ripped me. Was I turning into Mel Kiper Jr. from '98, saying Leaf was better than Manning? God, I hoped not. I spent all of Friday getting yelled at.
"Sid, you stupid son of a bitch, what happened?"
"I don’t know. He showed promise."
"Well that’s the 8th pick in a row that’s blown. You’ve got 1 more chance or your ass is fired!"
There was a McMahon emphasis on fired, which really did scare the piss out of me. I went home that night and watched Friday Night Fights. What was I doing? The most important article of my life was due in less than a week, I hadn’t started, and I was watching a mediocre boxing show with a bunch of no names on ESPN 2? I was pathetic.
Saturday rolled on, and I was able to do some heavy research, looking at about 1 web page (That’s sarcastic.) Then there was Sunday.
Sunday was probably the day that saved my life. While the day was actually no help, the night was what did it. A reminder popped up for WCF Slam, and I reluctantly had enough energy to turn it. Right off the bat, my savior.
Genocide ruined people's careers and made a huge impact in that ring. From the time he eliminated "The Pretty Boy", I had moved from lying on the couch, to jumping off the couch. I'd never heard of this guy. After the match I immediately went online and looked at the WCF website, seeing only him and his manager. "Dangerous" Darryl Black. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t quite get it.
I called my boss, and mockingly told him I had my "Next Big Thing". He sighed, and told me it may be my last big thing. I hadn’t told him who it was yet.
I then went on searches, trying to find any hint as of where I knew Black from. Then, on an indy fed website, I realized that he was the man who had brought a 7'5 monster from Sudan to the US. He was the man who brought a quick little fuck from "Hell" and made him into a hardcore champion and cruiserweight champ. But before that, he was the man who made a shitload on the stock market. Even before that he went to the same law school and lived in the same apartment building as me (Law school lasted a good 2 months).
I remember him because he was always the one who would wear the obnoxious clothes, and have all the ladies with him, for some reason. He could talk a dog off of a meat wagon. I called the man up.
"Hello?"
"Darryl, its Sid Finnerty, from law school? We had the same apartment, went to a few parties together? I also write for the Pro Wrestling Weekly."
"Oh Sid….right. What's up?"
"Well I saw you the other night, and was wondering if I could do an article on your man, Genocide."
"No problem. Meet at Vinchenzo's in Wichita on Tuesday. Can you do it?"
"I can make it at one."
So it was set. Step one in the plan to get my job back in security. I packed my bags and headed to Kansas, a place I'd never been to before.
When I arrived there Tuesday at around 10 am their time, I went to the nearest hotel. I unpacked, had a smoke, and then turned on the TV. Before I knew it, it was 12:30 pm, and I didn’t have a clue as to where this Vinchenzo's was.
I called a cab, and quickly got there, although it did take a good 45 minutes.
When I arrived, Black had his obnoxious clothes on again, and Genocide looked very well groomed. Although he was visibly pissed that I was there, he played nice for a guy his size.
Now if you watched last week you know that he is a big man. But when you get up close and personal with him, you understand just how big a man he is. He is huge. His muscles are the size of my head.
We had a few drinks, and then sorted the whole thing out. I was going to spend a day with the man, "Genocide".
"Dangerous" Darryl Black:
Black was born and raised in New York City. He's not one who has an unremarkable physique, or has even step foot into the ring. Black was the kid who wouldn’t play dodgeball, instead take bets and hustle kids out of their milk money.
When he graduated from college, Black was interested in Law. He went to Law school, but quickly decided it just wasn’t for him.
"Law school wasn’t for me. I had to remember way too much stuff. Too much work."
Instead, Black decided to work as an intern in a stock market company and was hired as a full time consultant in 1989. He was promoted after the companies boss recognized that he had a knack for finding cheap stocks that would equal big money. Yet in 1999, Black was ruined.
"I invested all of my money, and was pitching heavily for the company to spend lots of money on Gigapets. As you can see, they flamed out. I was fired. Stocks were the only thing I knew how to do. Then, I got an idea."
The idea was to be a manager. He knew how to make deals, find hidden talent, the only thing was to manage what? That’s when he started wrestling.
"It was great, watching classic wrestling with Bobby Heenan and Jimmy Hart. I knew I could be those guys."
His first client was a man named "The African Beast" Hakeem Bol. Hakeem was 7'5 341 pounds. He came from Sudan.
"I lured him away, and managed him in various organizations. Then one day, I lost him."
Lost him? Yea, lost him. Black thought he was kidnapped, but it turned out Hakeem had taken all of his money, and went back home. Tough luck.
"I wasn’t too mad. I did everything for him, and made enough."
He then found a man who could take anything you had in mind. He was a lifelong wrestler, and his name was Syko.
"I guided him for about a year, taking him to the top of the cruiserweight division and hardcore division. Then, we decided to go our separate ways."
After many other stints, Black had officially retired from managing people. He walked away with a few new suits, and lots of stories to tell. He decided to settle down in a small town. He traveled through Kansas, hoping to find a place.
"That’s when my life changed."
Black was invited to a wrestling show, and met Genocide. The beast who no man could spend 3 minutes in the ring with. Black decided that he could take this monster to the top of a wrestling organization. It was 2 months before they got a deal.
"Genocide and I were happy to sign a contract in the WCF. We couldn’t wait to begin."
Genocide: The Mass Murder
A while ago, Genocide went by the name Dave White. He was a personal trainer at a local gym, and participated in World's Strongest Man competitions. He reached the finals of a southern competition, before quitting.
"I decided to focus more on my job. I would try again in a few years."
Then, his life changed as well.
Dave was recruited by a local wrestling federation to become a security guard. Soon, he was promoted to wrestler. Nobody could stop him, and he quickly became the most dominant man in Wichita wrestling history. That’s when Black met him.
"Darryl did a lot for me. People tell me he's just along for the ride. But without him, there would be no ride."
Dave claims that his tires where flat and Black was the man who came to pump them up.
"He was very persistent trying to sign me. He showed me what I could do. I signed, and soon signed another contract."
Genocide has impressed the front office of the WCF, already earning a shot for the number 1 contendership of a title. This week, he faces 3 other men, "The Lone Wolf", Big Country, and Wreck.
The Day
I arrived at Genocide's apartment at around 5:30. He took me to his local gym, and pumped iron for almost 4 hours. I was tired just watching him. The focus, energy, drive of this guy is enough to make me want to put money on him making it big. He benches an impressive 400 pounds, squats 1000, and can run for days. The gym is his sanctuary.
After the gym, he took me back to his manager's house, who had a cheap, but appetizing nonetheless, hooker. We hung out and shot the shit for a while. He decided to take me too lunch.
At lunch, he told me how he was going to dismantle the 3 other men on Sunday. I wouldn’t doubt it.
If you think that the day was short, you're right. He took me back home after that. I don’t know what he did himself.
Thoughts:
After spending a day with a man who makes Big Country look like Little House on the Prairie, I realized that this man could one day become a force in the top of wrestling.
With the guidance of a mastermind, look out world, this man is here to break bones, careers, and records. Committing mass beatings like Hitler, Genocide's just not his name, it's his game.
Sid Finnerty is a senior writer for Pro Wrestling Weekly.
