A man is born, he lives and then he dies. That’s the story and everything else is in the details.
Except sometimes the most unremarkable details can change the most remarkable stories. And before you know it the story becomes…
A man is born, he lives.
The devil is in the details. So please, allow me to introduce myself…
I am the only son of cult icons. A Universal backlots B-movie reel actress, and a man who might have been remembered as one of the forbearers of that heady pre-Golden era wrestling world of the 70's, if not for his extensive substance abuse.
So, because of the profession that I chose, I am the son of 'Flyboy' Brian Sheffield. If only I were Brian's son.
I am the golden child of the early 90's indy scene. Dark matches in the fWo and CWL. Big matches in ACW. Teaming with a Superstar, who was set in his own mind as how he'd always want them to see him. I, however, couldn't make the disconnect from the dangers I put myself in, in the ring... and the ones I put myself in, out of it.
So, I decided I had earned much more then I actually did. 'The Tin Angel' Chris Phoenix, a lot of people won't remember me for that, maybe that should make me happy. I know I'll be happy that they'll forever connect me with Vince Jacobs. And maybe that's enough.
I am a father of a beautiful baby girl, who I never allowed myself to see grow-up. Why? I was too busy playing the big bad. No, not a big bad in the ring, the tough man with the gun. Working for a tough Italian bastard, as I watched for the Irish, the Russians, the families who would fight for there piece. The gangland world of sex, money and murder? Still, just a game.
So, when a man for WWRPG picked me out of the fight and gave me a chance to change the rules… at least for a little while… I took that chance. I signed that contract. I put myself on the map. I remade myself in ACW as the man, as opposed to the child.
I am the man. Who finally lived up to his promise, by being someone more, someone much different then what others were expecting him to be. The Original Pulp Hero. The one to save ACW from Ethan Winters. Then ‘Superstar’ Vince Jacobs. Best of Seven series? ACW World Champion. Then the Champion of the Squared Circle, the next day. I met my baby girl, sweet little Issabelle. I signed with the fWo. I was… I was the Spirit of 2004.
So, why did I throw it all away? Mainly, a flood of alcohol, and a steady stream of painkillers. I made bad contract decisions, to get off the road. After three years performing with ACW, tSC, fWo and NFW The road, it caught up with me, with my body and my mindset. LoC seemed like the right idea, immediate exposure, big pay day and no touring. And yet, in less then a year… I had been unceremoniously retired from pro wrestling. Pushed to the fringe through a mixture of internal struggle and political turmoil, once more.
I am dead. Not death, but I have met the man. Even lost my last match in the fWo, to the him, or at least the latest in a long line of men with his name. I have cheated death. Fought through it, fell into the Asylum and it’s system. It’s hidden world. Worked for an honest man, doing completely dishonest, and otherwise, horrible things in the names of drugs and money. It was only the beginning of my path towards, and then quickly away from, The Man. Clearing my name, cursing myself with the Black title. Finally giving myself a chance for a second chance…
So, I live. The son of the West Wind, Whiskey Jack. Or at least, that would seem to be the Anglicized bastardization of my name. Which is all right, because it actually does fit me just fine. And I wonder if I should tell you more about the story of Whiskey Jack, or let you question if this is trick or truth. And if it is truth…
I am… back. All thanks to the Hawk and the Wolf. It seems the definition of friends, from my own experiences, are the people you can most readily depend on in a crisis. And faster then you can imagine, Karina Wolfenden has brought me back into the fold in the fWo. She might be the person I trust most with my life and for all of our own reasons. She pointed me towards the Dual Halo, in Moscow, and last within it's walls for an hour and a half. I leave my body behind, in mother Russia, in PRIME, it seems. She's Starbuck and I'm a machine within a man, it seems. The philosopher within the monster. We’re the voice of nothing but ourselves, and each other, after all. Aaron Jones, SilverHAWK, on the other hand… I can be his cornerstone, the heart and soul, if not the spirit of what is All-Star Championship Wrestling. We were supposed to be back for one night, people thought, and then I got the call to rally the crowd... to let them know, we, all of us, aren't going anywhere. The Hawk and the Wolf hold with them my proudest moments and the greatest potential for personal redemption. I am redeemable.
Inevitably, people see you as the person that they want to see you as. As the person they need, the person they hate, the person they love, the person they fear. It can only really be a single piece of who you really are.
Though, if you choice for it to be so, that's exactly what you'll become... an Alias.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.
'Man In Black' by Johnny Cash
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