Post by fellalibby on Jun 21, 2021 22:18:44 GMT -5
-The world around me is crumbling. On one hand, the woman I love so much who I crave every single day… is wanted by a federal agency. Meanwhile on the other hand my former friend who I grew up with is a part of this agency and wants to set me free from this hell that I have endured over the past year. I do not know what to do. One thing I am sure of however, I have to teach that boy a life lesson. He's already over there in Ireland waiting for me, I just hope he is ready because we will need him, we'll need every single body for what is coming. I arrived at JFK Airport booked my flight to Ireland then a familiar voice was heard behind my back-
?: Well I'll be damned is it you O’Rourke?
- I turned around and to my dismay it was an old face from the orphanage Trevor Hoff. He was a royal pain in the ass back there, He appears to have been living a proper life he was adopted by another wealthy family. I can safely say when he was adopted the orphanage life became better for me and Eric. He never had to earn in his life and he looks like he is reaping the rewards.-
Eoin: Oh hey Trevor been a long time mate.
Trevor: Oh cut the “mate” crap O’Rourke, you live in America you say “pal’ “dude’ or ''bro”. none of this mate, lad, shit like that.
Eoin: Believe me I hear it enough as it is. What are you doing here?
Trevor: Well if you believe it I work here.
Eoin: No I don't but I guess the airline needs janitors huh?
Trevor: Wrong, I'm a flight attendant I'm a captain and it's not Trevor it's Andrew Wills now
Eoin: I'll just call you ginger douchebag.
- He has always had pale skin, red hair and he still has freckles. After I said that his face turned real red-
Trevor: Whatever immigrant.
Eoin: Why are you using that name? And how did you ever become a captain? Last time I saw you, you were going with a rich Italian family.
Trevor: Don't you read the news?
Eoin: No I do not read it I watch it I'm in the 21st century.
Trevor: Keep yanking my chain Irish fellow I'll have you kicked out here in a heartbeat. My adopted family is incarcerated.
Eoin: How the fuck did that happen?
Trevor: I turned them in and got a new lease on life. They had connections with the Italian mafia in Boston. The federal government agent approached me. Told me if I spilled the beans that my record would be clean I would have a new name and they would train me to do whatever I wanted and that is why I'm Andrew Wills.
Eoin: … Do you know who approached you?
Trevor: They're feds. I don't know them personally. The only guy I would recognize was some black kid that was from the orphanage.
-I could not believe it. The fact the same government agency approached this guy and he turned in his own adopted family stunned the life out of me. I knew he had no morality in him but this family saved him from the orphanage and he turned them in.-
Trevor: I got real lucky O'Rourke if you ever bump into them or they give you this opportunity no matter what it is you should take it.
Eoin: You know something Hoff… I’ll consider it.
-Just as I finish saying that my flight was called. I turned around and headed towards my plane hoping to God he was not my captain, I didn't need to see his face any more. He was a cancer back then just as much as he is now and yet he seems fulfilled. He looks like he could have whatever he wants. Maybe that's what awaits me. Just before I go forward to my flight I text Eric to meet me at Dublin Airport six hours from now. The flight was relatively calm, aside from a few turbulence bumps here and there it is all well and children running around saying that they can't have their internet. As I grabbed my bags, I entered the entrance way to find that Eric was not there. proving once again but he is unreliable just wait till Liz hears about this. About an hour had passed before a black car call pulled up and a short-haired Irish-American with a blunt in his mouth got out. Yeah it was Eric alright. With dreary eyes that looked like he had only slept for a half hour. What a sorry sight-
Eric: Hey bro how you doing?
Eoin: Don't “hey bro” me little lad where the hell have you been? I've been waiting for you for an hour.
Eric: Oh yeah uh... My hotel is all the way down a couple towns from here man.
Eoin: Where exactly?
Eric: Bro I don't know uh...I think it's called Ass?
- I could say nothing of his drugged attitude he was on another planet it's amazing he didn't create any car wrecks on the way here.-
Eoin: Just get in the car I'm driving.
Eric: Really thanks man... Can I catch some sleep?
-As I put my suitcase in the backseat Eric had already entered the passenger side it was already getting comfortable in the seat. I sighed and just took the wheel driving towards the last known spot of her. The trip was boring, very boring, a couple of toll booths here and there but aside from Eric's incessant snoring there was nothing on the road, nothing to sightsee. I have been here too many times already. Ireland is a beautiful island in itself but… There's so much pain here, so much blood, so much history. It hurts to be here and I feel like I can hear her voice. Why would she marry my father? What spell did my father cast upon my mother to convince her that he was the right man for her? These are questions I will never know the answer to. I still need to show Eric that we are more than half brothers… But whole brothers.-
Eoin: Hey.
- Eric replied with a snore. So I smacked him across the head that woke him up-
Eric: Ow! Hey, what was that for?
Eoin: You have been asleep the past three and a half hours, almost four hours and we're very close to where we are going.
Eric: What? Ohh… Where the heck are we?
Eoin: We are a little outside of Doolin.
Eric: Where is anything there's nothing around here and be careful I think there are cliffs bro!!!
-Put my foot on the brakes the last possible second. Eric sat next to me as if life flashed before his eyes. I hadn't seen him like that in a while. He was definitely not high anymore.-
Eoin: Come on.
-I got out of the car to take a look out to the Atlantic Ocean wondering if this is how she felt before she jumped. Eric joined me shortly after-
Eric: So what are we doing here dude? Are we cliff diving?
-I took a deep breath close my eyes I held my breath for a moment wondering what was it like-
Eoin: Twenty-six years ago my mother stood right where I am standing, Eric. She stood here and she, as you aptly put it cliff dived. Her body was discovered two weeks after she left home. Her colleagues in the IRA, local friends and the police searched all over Galway. They found her here.
-Eric’s face went white, his attitude disappeared, as if the world just exploded in front of his face-
Eoin: She jumped because of our father. He was going to take away everything from her by bringing me and her to America. And we were running because of both of their connections to the IRA. Still my mother didn't want to leave, because she wanted to keep fighting. Our father did not. He had a get-out-of-jail-free card from his brother-in-law in the United States and that is how he was going to get out and try to take my mother with him and me but she didn't want to.
-I sat him down on the grass beside the car. I took a deep sigh-
Eoin: I read that my mom met him in Belfast. The details are sketchy but, from what I gather they were going to blow up an automotive dealership. Our dad had a knack of escaping and my mom's explosive temper. it was almost a match made in heaven. except it was our dad. After I was born I was told that everything began to fall apart. IRA was in disarray. It was looking for everybody, it could. Dad wanted to get out, she wanted to keep fighting. And I swear if she had me with her she would have jumped with me and I wouldn't be here right now. Do you see Eric? Do you see what our father had done? Not only did he take your mother from you he caused my mother to die.
-He began to cry uncontrollably. I couldn't blame him. Even in his drug-induced mind he still loved his father, our father. But he had to understand that dad wasn't as good as Eric thinks he was. And this was the harsh reality-
Eric: Why would he do this? Why would he cause your mother to die?
Eoin: Because it was his nature it was who he was. When he left for the states, he met your mom and decided he wanted to start a new family, try it again. That’s where you came in. You are a bastard son from a bastard father. The father of whom killed your mother too. I know the report said that she committed suicide but the truth is she died of drug overdose. The asylum neglected her, she couldn’t cope without the drugs, somehow she got ahold of them. She was starving herself and the staff of that hell hole just let her waste away. He had her committed to The Danvers State Hospital, Which is known as the insane asylum. When she died in their care, they just put her in the plot with a nameless tombstone. She could be anywhere on their grounds. I couldn’t even find a hint where they buried her. As for you? DHHS saved you. You were young so you don't remember but the DHHS files said the house was a garbage dump there were cigarette butts on the floor, beer cans and even needles. Roaches infested the whole place. You were starving, dirty and were medically ill. When you were born Eric, they had to detox you straight from the womb. You were born addicted to drugs. How they thought it was a good idea to give you back to either of them is beyond me.
-I helped him to his feet, patting his shoulder, comforting him. He sniffed and wiped his eyes and nose. He stopped and started digging through his pocket, pulled out a box that looked like a cigarette pack and then threw it off the cliff-
Eoin: What was that Eric?
Eric: A picture of Dad. My only picture of dad with me. My last memory of him… I hope he rots in hell.
-I took a look down at the cliff, seeing a little red box just floating above the water, remembering that our dad smoked Marlboro Red’s. I wondered how long he had that cigarette box with him. Eric didn’t smoke cigarettes so this is the first time I've ever seen his keepsake. After a few seconds I turned around he was already getting into the seat-
Eric: I want to go home bro.
- I got into the driver's seat and started to pull away-
Eoin: How do you feel Eric?
Eric: Honestly I feel like my life has started over. I feel like I could do whatever I need to do. I want to see that lady and confront her for what she did to me weeks ago. I want to prove to her she could never break me. And I will do it alone.
Eoin: Really you want to see Liz? I can’t promise you that you'll walk out of there with all your teeth intact.
Eric: Don't worry about me big bro I can handle her you showed me that I can now.
-I'm not sure I believe that but if he wants to see her he has certainly grown some balls. Once again the trip was uneventful but we talked about how different our mothers were one was a fighter and one was a drug abuser. One was prideful, one more weak. One was a patriot and one was taken by substance. But it always came down to one thing in common... Our father used and abused their weaknesses for his advantages so he could get ahead in life. It was beginning to get dark as we arrived to the Dublin Airport. I gave him the money to take the trip back home alone.-
Eoin: Are you sure about this Eric? Seeing Liz all by yourself? It is courageous but I cannot promise that you will be safe.
Eric: I'm sure I don't think she could do worse to me than she already has. Besides, it'll finally be good to get out of here and see that eyesore of a van outside the hotel. There was even a repair van just across the street back home. I'll see you next week stay safe out here bro.
Eoin: A repair van? What…
-Eric waved to me saying goodbye before boarding his plane. I stood in silence wondering why there were repair vans near him. Curious. Do the time I figured I could do something promoting work. Being a native of Ireland I took a drive down to a nearby radio station Newstalk 107.2. It was around 9:30 at night when I got there and I asked if they would like an interview with me which they most kindly accepted.-
Aoife: So, Eoin first of all it is a pleasure to have you on the show. You have built up a bit of a reputation around here for breaking out into the North American wrestling scene. There just isn’t enough Irish men going far in that scene and I know I speak for my listeners when I say I hope you are able to break out of that slump. So do you want to continue with pleasantries or do you want to go right into the meat and potatoes of this interview?
Eoin: Let's get right into it Aoife, I’m glad to be here. I came here at first to conduct family business with me brother Eric. Now that that is finished, I’d give me home crowd some of my voice while I’m here. Ask me anything. I hold nothing back.
Aoife: Then let’s talk about the white elephant. You have been linked to the woman better known to the business as Apathy. Elizabeth is no stranger to us here in the Isles. Her reputation precedes her. Very few ever have anything nice or flattering to say about working with her, but we want to know how has it been for you, working with her?
Eoin: To put it simply the lass is a bitch. In the best way possible, she’s rough, she’s mean, she damn can run over the entire company if anybody's got in her bad way. But I'll tell you what she fuck’s like no other, shes downright gorgeous, on top of that that she has the most brilliant mind I've ever met... almost too brilliant. It's likely what has caused her to have so many enemies in her life but that is something I admire her about. Just got bigger balls than most people who think they even have them. Needless to say, she's just perfect.
Aoife: You make her sound like she truly is larger than life, a living legend. I can respect that. I also admire your honesty. Now that I think about the term “legend” and after a quick check on the internet to see who you are facing this week, it appears as though you get to go head to head with a man who has repeatedly stated on his social media that he has you in his sights. No doubt he is a bit miffed about the whole clown show he was forced into last week. Devin Stone. Forgive me if I keep glancing down at my phone or computer screen as this was an impromptu interview so I have to grab my source material while we’re chatting. Anyways. Devin is a man who seems very high on himself. A backstage source in OPW went on a Reddt saying he was pitching a hissy fit backstage declaring himself to be this big legend. No doubt because of Apathy’s antics of having him knocked out, actually the rumor mill says she had them chloroform him pre-match and then the shenanigans ensued, he’s looking at you as a prime target to prove he is everything he says he is and that he isn’t to be made a fool of.
What do you have to say to Mr. Stone? Give us a good show and use this time to speak to him directly. No restrictions, just have at him.
Eoin: Stone a living legend that is comical that's hilarious in fact it is making me ask why so serious? Why oh why does he take himself so seriously when he is nothing more than a mere man? When I present Apathy as larger than life as you say I mean that because she truly is smarter than most. She is bigger than she appears to be. Stone meanwhile it's just a biker who has muscles, a goatee, a nice bike that looks better than he does. But what has he accomplished? A little less than me in this company. I understand that many people like to harp on the past accomplishments on how big and great they used to be outside of OPW. You want to hear about my outside accomplishments, I will tell you I was a high school first starter linebacker. I'm also a bare-knuckle champion in the streets of Boston, New York and Philadelphia. That I've had a few scraps here in Ireland and walked away with a couple of trophies. But what does any of that translate to as a living legend or meaning in OPW? I'll tell you what it means absolutely nothing. And that is exactly who Devin Stone is. A man who built a legacy of pain, who blows smoke up his own ass, talks about the good old days and goes on and on about how big of a name he is. He takes himself so seriously that begs the question why so serious?
The one who painted the clown makeup on his face was me. I did that to him. Why? Because he is a clown. A clown that thinks that the entire world owes him everything but has earned nothing. He’s basing his whole being in OPW on shit that nobody remembers. He’s back at the bottom and has his head too far up his own ass to see it. He’s a joke. I heard the staff laughing their arses off at his stomping his feet and throwing toys out of his pram. He shows up in OPW expectin’ to be hailed as some kind of God and the stupid git took offense when everyone asked “who?” He has his sights set on me? Good. Maybe being painted up like the fuckin’ clown he is made him realize he’s small fish now.
Aoife: Cut to the quick. I like it. So Eoin, are you aware about Devins supposed shady past? I ask because in the grand scheme of things, controversy creates cash and ratings and Mr. Stone is not without skeletons in his own closet. It’s late night, let’s go down a darker path. So for years the dirt sheets and those within the business have all at some point mentioned that his last girlfriend disappeared. On the surface, it doesn’t seem TOO unusual. Many fellas in your line of work try to keep their private life, just that, private. It seems plausible that they just split and went their separate ways and he chose not to mention her. Except, she’s never turned up again. She had no family to really get involved to report her missing so it has led to speculation that Devin offed her. I hate to bring up Liz again, but it is now common knowledge that she got away with murder. What is YOUR take on those rumors that Devin possibly deep sixed his ex? You have already established what you think of his character and what he's made of, now let's get dirty about it. Do you think the murmurings about him taking her out are true?
Eoin: Honestly, if you ask me? He didn’t do anything to her. She off’d herself. He talks big game like he can kill anyone or anything that meets his crosshairs. But in true Stone fashion it's nothing more than shit. He doesn’t have the wits nor the balls to actually kill anyone. That’s not to say I wouldn’t find him responsible for her death. Being a partner for that clown has got to feel like death. And I think he would’ve driven her mad. So mad that she just killed herself.
Aoife: That’s a hot fuckin’ take mate. But it sounds just like his m.o. She get’s tired of his bullshit, maybe she was a junkie because let’s be honest he doesn’t look like the type of fella that could get any self-respecting woman to willingly be with him. He looks like a manipulator. The toxic masculinity type, yeah? I think you may be on to something. I think she killed herself to get away from him and he flipped the script and started bragging that he killed her. He has to be the tough guy. Chest puffed out and all that, right?
Eoin: That’s right. He’d create some massive bullshit, try to convince everyone that only certain women are capable of being his love interest, and that they should bow to his every whim, and if they don’t they die. Like come the fuck on, that’s middle school shite. No one in their right mind is going to deal with that and no one wants to deal with this sad deprived biker who thinks himself as a “Living Legend”. He’s a walking cliche. Calling out people that are out of his league, thinking that they're scared of him, and that the champions won’t defend against him because he’s the legend… Let me tell ya, they are afraid. Yeah. They're afraid that they're wasting their energy on a living walking jobber. Don’t get me started on the fact that so far the highlight of his presence in the company has been mentioning people who aren’t even IN the business anymore. It’s been said before and I feel like it needs to be said again, the past is all he fuckin’ has. The fuckin donkey thinks that who he used to be carries some fuckin’ weight yeah? And it don’t lass! He’s a nobody.
Aoife: Name Dropping for clout is not a new thing. It’s timeless but it is only truly effective when the names you are dropping still have merit, that they still matter. Do you think that is an epidemic in your business? Old guards throwing out names of people either nobody cares about anymore or who have long since retired? Could you say the same thing for some of the new blood that comes in, for example, dropping the name of someone well known who is well out of their league? You know the types yeah? The ones who say “oh, I know so and so, we worked together.” and the truth is that they may have shared a urinal in The Jacks somewhere, never shared a word and they think that is networking? Is Devin Stone a fame chaser? A stolen glory hound? Whaddya say mate?
Eoin: He’s a fame chaser alright. He’ll chase it and chase it, till it dies like that girl. Honest to god, is this Hollywood where people can say one thing and it's all paparazzi? No! Nobody cares who ya know, or who you had a match with. Ya think people give a shit, that you worked for so and so in the past? Or how long you held a championship in the past because the fed head kissed your ass for all your life? Nobody cares! And if anybody thinks I care because I mention it here on this show, it's because I need to speak fact! And the fact is, he’s a relic of the past who only won gold because he stuck around. Loyalty can win a lot of things, but it means nothing if you were the only one around.
Aoife: You sound like you have seen his work before. I know you made your professional debut in OPW, but I think there’s something you are purposely dodging. Working in bingo hall set up is not something to be proud of, but we all get a start somewhere yeah? Being an all around fighter such as yourself I can imagine you knew a guy who knew a guy who could get you booked when certain small time setups came to town OR you were in a town with some shoddy shifty company at the same time. It’s no secret that sometimes to make a quick buck they will plop unknown indy guys like you in to sell the product to the locals. Am I close? Did you work under an old name and that’s how you know about him so well? Cmon now lad, come clean with us. Give us the juicy inside info eh? You’ve made it now, you’ve arrived for the most part, what’s wrong with going down for a stroll on memory lane, eh? Eh?
Eoin: I never liked talking about my old life but, back in the States as I grew up, times were hard. I did work under another name, my American given name. I don’t really want to share the name, to save me from the embarrassment that was back then but yea I used to wrestle for money here and there, just to get by. And at some shows, the living legend himself, Devin Stone came around. Holy shite he was unbareable then as he is now. He used to demand extra pay to even do the job, that he even still didn’t do. AND he got the money first each time. Every bloody time. Money first to him, then to the rest of us. He’s truly a scumbag. A total tosser. And I’ll show the good ol folk of Ireland how bad he is. I ain’t a kid anymore.
Aoife: What a class act. I hear in his prime he would bury anyone who even looked at him the wrong way. Many have said working with him was a punishment. He worked stiff, was stuck in the old ways of things and thinks that they are the best way. I also hear there were certain company owners, bookers, road agents who hailed him as Christ himself. Caved in and gave him anything he wanted. Can you confirm? Was he really a primadonna?
Eoin: He absolutely was then. And since he joined OPW, he tried that same shit with us too, and what we, The Cure, did was the right thing to do… show him to the world that he is a clown. I did the honors of course. At this next event, I’ll show that it wasn’t all paint. You can count on that.
Aoife: I think that really about soundly covers everything. Devon Stone is a gobshite who believes his own brand of hype, is a dinosaur from a dead era and makes actual bikers seethe with blind rage of how he uses their subculture to sell himself as a wrestler. He’s a total fuckin’ poser, yeah? Eoin I thank you for taking time out of your hectic schedule to hang out here in the studio and shoot the shit with us. I think I speak for everyone when I say he may have you in his sights, but he’s so old his bifocals has him aiming to the left. Make a proper good example out of him, one personal request? Trash his fucking trike.
Eoin: Ya got it lass. And your welcome. Maybe I'll do this again sometime in the future.
?: Well I'll be damned is it you O’Rourke?
- I turned around and to my dismay it was an old face from the orphanage Trevor Hoff. He was a royal pain in the ass back there, He appears to have been living a proper life he was adopted by another wealthy family. I can safely say when he was adopted the orphanage life became better for me and Eric. He never had to earn in his life and he looks like he is reaping the rewards.-
Eoin: Oh hey Trevor been a long time mate.
Trevor: Oh cut the “mate” crap O’Rourke, you live in America you say “pal’ “dude’ or ''bro”. none of this mate, lad, shit like that.
Eoin: Believe me I hear it enough as it is. What are you doing here?
Trevor: Well if you believe it I work here.
Eoin: No I don't but I guess the airline needs janitors huh?
Trevor: Wrong, I'm a flight attendant I'm a captain and it's not Trevor it's Andrew Wills now
Eoin: I'll just call you ginger douchebag.
- He has always had pale skin, red hair and he still has freckles. After I said that his face turned real red-
Trevor: Whatever immigrant.
Eoin: Why are you using that name? And how did you ever become a captain? Last time I saw you, you were going with a rich Italian family.
Trevor: Don't you read the news?
Eoin: No I do not read it I watch it I'm in the 21st century.
Trevor: Keep yanking my chain Irish fellow I'll have you kicked out here in a heartbeat. My adopted family is incarcerated.
Eoin: How the fuck did that happen?
Trevor: I turned them in and got a new lease on life. They had connections with the Italian mafia in Boston. The federal government agent approached me. Told me if I spilled the beans that my record would be clean I would have a new name and they would train me to do whatever I wanted and that is why I'm Andrew Wills.
Eoin: … Do you know who approached you?
Trevor: They're feds. I don't know them personally. The only guy I would recognize was some black kid that was from the orphanage.
-I could not believe it. The fact the same government agency approached this guy and he turned in his own adopted family stunned the life out of me. I knew he had no morality in him but this family saved him from the orphanage and he turned them in.-
Trevor: I got real lucky O'Rourke if you ever bump into them or they give you this opportunity no matter what it is you should take it.
Eoin: You know something Hoff… I’ll consider it.
-Just as I finish saying that my flight was called. I turned around and headed towards my plane hoping to God he was not my captain, I didn't need to see his face any more. He was a cancer back then just as much as he is now and yet he seems fulfilled. He looks like he could have whatever he wants. Maybe that's what awaits me. Just before I go forward to my flight I text Eric to meet me at Dublin Airport six hours from now. The flight was relatively calm, aside from a few turbulence bumps here and there it is all well and children running around saying that they can't have their internet. As I grabbed my bags, I entered the entrance way to find that Eric was not there. proving once again but he is unreliable just wait till Liz hears about this. About an hour had passed before a black car call pulled up and a short-haired Irish-American with a blunt in his mouth got out. Yeah it was Eric alright. With dreary eyes that looked like he had only slept for a half hour. What a sorry sight-
Eric: Hey bro how you doing?
Eoin: Don't “hey bro” me little lad where the hell have you been? I've been waiting for you for an hour.
Eric: Oh yeah uh... My hotel is all the way down a couple towns from here man.
Eoin: Where exactly?
Eric: Bro I don't know uh...I think it's called Ass?
- I could say nothing of his drugged attitude he was on another planet it's amazing he didn't create any car wrecks on the way here.-
Eoin: Just get in the car I'm driving.
Eric: Really thanks man... Can I catch some sleep?
-As I put my suitcase in the backseat Eric had already entered the passenger side it was already getting comfortable in the seat. I sighed and just took the wheel driving towards the last known spot of her. The trip was boring, very boring, a couple of toll booths here and there but aside from Eric's incessant snoring there was nothing on the road, nothing to sightsee. I have been here too many times already. Ireland is a beautiful island in itself but… There's so much pain here, so much blood, so much history. It hurts to be here and I feel like I can hear her voice. Why would she marry my father? What spell did my father cast upon my mother to convince her that he was the right man for her? These are questions I will never know the answer to. I still need to show Eric that we are more than half brothers… But whole brothers.-
Eoin: Hey.
- Eric replied with a snore. So I smacked him across the head that woke him up-
Eric: Ow! Hey, what was that for?
Eoin: You have been asleep the past three and a half hours, almost four hours and we're very close to where we are going.
Eric: What? Ohh… Where the heck are we?
Eoin: We are a little outside of Doolin.
Eric: Where is anything there's nothing around here and be careful I think there are cliffs bro!!!
-Put my foot on the brakes the last possible second. Eric sat next to me as if life flashed before his eyes. I hadn't seen him like that in a while. He was definitely not high anymore.-
Eoin: Come on.
-I got out of the car to take a look out to the Atlantic Ocean wondering if this is how she felt before she jumped. Eric joined me shortly after-
Eric: So what are we doing here dude? Are we cliff diving?
-I took a deep breath close my eyes I held my breath for a moment wondering what was it like-
Eoin: Twenty-six years ago my mother stood right where I am standing, Eric. She stood here and she, as you aptly put it cliff dived. Her body was discovered two weeks after she left home. Her colleagues in the IRA, local friends and the police searched all over Galway. They found her here.
-Eric’s face went white, his attitude disappeared, as if the world just exploded in front of his face-
Eoin: She jumped because of our father. He was going to take away everything from her by bringing me and her to America. And we were running because of both of their connections to the IRA. Still my mother didn't want to leave, because she wanted to keep fighting. Our father did not. He had a get-out-of-jail-free card from his brother-in-law in the United States and that is how he was going to get out and try to take my mother with him and me but she didn't want to.
-I sat him down on the grass beside the car. I took a deep sigh-
Eoin: I read that my mom met him in Belfast. The details are sketchy but, from what I gather they were going to blow up an automotive dealership. Our dad had a knack of escaping and my mom's explosive temper. it was almost a match made in heaven. except it was our dad. After I was born I was told that everything began to fall apart. IRA was in disarray. It was looking for everybody, it could. Dad wanted to get out, she wanted to keep fighting. And I swear if she had me with her she would have jumped with me and I wouldn't be here right now. Do you see Eric? Do you see what our father had done? Not only did he take your mother from you he caused my mother to die.
-He began to cry uncontrollably. I couldn't blame him. Even in his drug-induced mind he still loved his father, our father. But he had to understand that dad wasn't as good as Eric thinks he was. And this was the harsh reality-
Eric: Why would he do this? Why would he cause your mother to die?
Eoin: Because it was his nature it was who he was. When he left for the states, he met your mom and decided he wanted to start a new family, try it again. That’s where you came in. You are a bastard son from a bastard father. The father of whom killed your mother too. I know the report said that she committed suicide but the truth is she died of drug overdose. The asylum neglected her, she couldn’t cope without the drugs, somehow she got ahold of them. She was starving herself and the staff of that hell hole just let her waste away. He had her committed to The Danvers State Hospital, Which is known as the insane asylum. When she died in their care, they just put her in the plot with a nameless tombstone. She could be anywhere on their grounds. I couldn’t even find a hint where they buried her. As for you? DHHS saved you. You were young so you don't remember but the DHHS files said the house was a garbage dump there were cigarette butts on the floor, beer cans and even needles. Roaches infested the whole place. You were starving, dirty and were medically ill. When you were born Eric, they had to detox you straight from the womb. You were born addicted to drugs. How they thought it was a good idea to give you back to either of them is beyond me.
-I helped him to his feet, patting his shoulder, comforting him. He sniffed and wiped his eyes and nose. He stopped and started digging through his pocket, pulled out a box that looked like a cigarette pack and then threw it off the cliff-
Eoin: What was that Eric?
Eric: A picture of Dad. My only picture of dad with me. My last memory of him… I hope he rots in hell.
-I took a look down at the cliff, seeing a little red box just floating above the water, remembering that our dad smoked Marlboro Red’s. I wondered how long he had that cigarette box with him. Eric didn’t smoke cigarettes so this is the first time I've ever seen his keepsake. After a few seconds I turned around he was already getting into the seat-
Eric: I want to go home bro.
- I got into the driver's seat and started to pull away-
Eoin: How do you feel Eric?
Eric: Honestly I feel like my life has started over. I feel like I could do whatever I need to do. I want to see that lady and confront her for what she did to me weeks ago. I want to prove to her she could never break me. And I will do it alone.
Eoin: Really you want to see Liz? I can’t promise you that you'll walk out of there with all your teeth intact.
Eric: Don't worry about me big bro I can handle her you showed me that I can now.
-I'm not sure I believe that but if he wants to see her he has certainly grown some balls. Once again the trip was uneventful but we talked about how different our mothers were one was a fighter and one was a drug abuser. One was prideful, one more weak. One was a patriot and one was taken by substance. But it always came down to one thing in common... Our father used and abused their weaknesses for his advantages so he could get ahead in life. It was beginning to get dark as we arrived to the Dublin Airport. I gave him the money to take the trip back home alone.-
Eoin: Are you sure about this Eric? Seeing Liz all by yourself? It is courageous but I cannot promise that you will be safe.
Eric: I'm sure I don't think she could do worse to me than she already has. Besides, it'll finally be good to get out of here and see that eyesore of a van outside the hotel. There was even a repair van just across the street back home. I'll see you next week stay safe out here bro.
Eoin: A repair van? What…
-Eric waved to me saying goodbye before boarding his plane. I stood in silence wondering why there were repair vans near him. Curious. Do the time I figured I could do something promoting work. Being a native of Ireland I took a drive down to a nearby radio station Newstalk 107.2. It was around 9:30 at night when I got there and I asked if they would like an interview with me which they most kindly accepted.-
Aoife: So, Eoin first of all it is a pleasure to have you on the show. You have built up a bit of a reputation around here for breaking out into the North American wrestling scene. There just isn’t enough Irish men going far in that scene and I know I speak for my listeners when I say I hope you are able to break out of that slump. So do you want to continue with pleasantries or do you want to go right into the meat and potatoes of this interview?
Eoin: Let's get right into it Aoife, I’m glad to be here. I came here at first to conduct family business with me brother Eric. Now that that is finished, I’d give me home crowd some of my voice while I’m here. Ask me anything. I hold nothing back.
Aoife: Then let’s talk about the white elephant. You have been linked to the woman better known to the business as Apathy. Elizabeth is no stranger to us here in the Isles. Her reputation precedes her. Very few ever have anything nice or flattering to say about working with her, but we want to know how has it been for you, working with her?
Eoin: To put it simply the lass is a bitch. In the best way possible, she’s rough, she’s mean, she damn can run over the entire company if anybody's got in her bad way. But I'll tell you what she fuck’s like no other, shes downright gorgeous, on top of that that she has the most brilliant mind I've ever met... almost too brilliant. It's likely what has caused her to have so many enemies in her life but that is something I admire her about. Just got bigger balls than most people who think they even have them. Needless to say, she's just perfect.
Aoife: You make her sound like she truly is larger than life, a living legend. I can respect that. I also admire your honesty. Now that I think about the term “legend” and after a quick check on the internet to see who you are facing this week, it appears as though you get to go head to head with a man who has repeatedly stated on his social media that he has you in his sights. No doubt he is a bit miffed about the whole clown show he was forced into last week. Devin Stone. Forgive me if I keep glancing down at my phone or computer screen as this was an impromptu interview so I have to grab my source material while we’re chatting. Anyways. Devin is a man who seems very high on himself. A backstage source in OPW went on a Reddt saying he was pitching a hissy fit backstage declaring himself to be this big legend. No doubt because of Apathy’s antics of having him knocked out, actually the rumor mill says she had them chloroform him pre-match and then the shenanigans ensued, he’s looking at you as a prime target to prove he is everything he says he is and that he isn’t to be made a fool of.
What do you have to say to Mr. Stone? Give us a good show and use this time to speak to him directly. No restrictions, just have at him.
Eoin: Stone a living legend that is comical that's hilarious in fact it is making me ask why so serious? Why oh why does he take himself so seriously when he is nothing more than a mere man? When I present Apathy as larger than life as you say I mean that because she truly is smarter than most. She is bigger than she appears to be. Stone meanwhile it's just a biker who has muscles, a goatee, a nice bike that looks better than he does. But what has he accomplished? A little less than me in this company. I understand that many people like to harp on the past accomplishments on how big and great they used to be outside of OPW. You want to hear about my outside accomplishments, I will tell you I was a high school first starter linebacker. I'm also a bare-knuckle champion in the streets of Boston, New York and Philadelphia. That I've had a few scraps here in Ireland and walked away with a couple of trophies. But what does any of that translate to as a living legend or meaning in OPW? I'll tell you what it means absolutely nothing. And that is exactly who Devin Stone is. A man who built a legacy of pain, who blows smoke up his own ass, talks about the good old days and goes on and on about how big of a name he is. He takes himself so seriously that begs the question why so serious?
The one who painted the clown makeup on his face was me. I did that to him. Why? Because he is a clown. A clown that thinks that the entire world owes him everything but has earned nothing. He’s basing his whole being in OPW on shit that nobody remembers. He’s back at the bottom and has his head too far up his own ass to see it. He’s a joke. I heard the staff laughing their arses off at his stomping his feet and throwing toys out of his pram. He shows up in OPW expectin’ to be hailed as some kind of God and the stupid git took offense when everyone asked “who?” He has his sights set on me? Good. Maybe being painted up like the fuckin’ clown he is made him realize he’s small fish now.
Aoife: Cut to the quick. I like it. So Eoin, are you aware about Devins supposed shady past? I ask because in the grand scheme of things, controversy creates cash and ratings and Mr. Stone is not without skeletons in his own closet. It’s late night, let’s go down a darker path. So for years the dirt sheets and those within the business have all at some point mentioned that his last girlfriend disappeared. On the surface, it doesn’t seem TOO unusual. Many fellas in your line of work try to keep their private life, just that, private. It seems plausible that they just split and went their separate ways and he chose not to mention her. Except, she’s never turned up again. She had no family to really get involved to report her missing so it has led to speculation that Devin offed her. I hate to bring up Liz again, but it is now common knowledge that she got away with murder. What is YOUR take on those rumors that Devin possibly deep sixed his ex? You have already established what you think of his character and what he's made of, now let's get dirty about it. Do you think the murmurings about him taking her out are true?
Eoin: Honestly, if you ask me? He didn’t do anything to her. She off’d herself. He talks big game like he can kill anyone or anything that meets his crosshairs. But in true Stone fashion it's nothing more than shit. He doesn’t have the wits nor the balls to actually kill anyone. That’s not to say I wouldn’t find him responsible for her death. Being a partner for that clown has got to feel like death. And I think he would’ve driven her mad. So mad that she just killed herself.
Aoife: That’s a hot fuckin’ take mate. But it sounds just like his m.o. She get’s tired of his bullshit, maybe she was a junkie because let’s be honest he doesn’t look like the type of fella that could get any self-respecting woman to willingly be with him. He looks like a manipulator. The toxic masculinity type, yeah? I think you may be on to something. I think she killed herself to get away from him and he flipped the script and started bragging that he killed her. He has to be the tough guy. Chest puffed out and all that, right?
Eoin: That’s right. He’d create some massive bullshit, try to convince everyone that only certain women are capable of being his love interest, and that they should bow to his every whim, and if they don’t they die. Like come the fuck on, that’s middle school shite. No one in their right mind is going to deal with that and no one wants to deal with this sad deprived biker who thinks himself as a “Living Legend”. He’s a walking cliche. Calling out people that are out of his league, thinking that they're scared of him, and that the champions won’t defend against him because he’s the legend… Let me tell ya, they are afraid. Yeah. They're afraid that they're wasting their energy on a living walking jobber. Don’t get me started on the fact that so far the highlight of his presence in the company has been mentioning people who aren’t even IN the business anymore. It’s been said before and I feel like it needs to be said again, the past is all he fuckin’ has. The fuckin donkey thinks that who he used to be carries some fuckin’ weight yeah? And it don’t lass! He’s a nobody.
Aoife: Name Dropping for clout is not a new thing. It’s timeless but it is only truly effective when the names you are dropping still have merit, that they still matter. Do you think that is an epidemic in your business? Old guards throwing out names of people either nobody cares about anymore or who have long since retired? Could you say the same thing for some of the new blood that comes in, for example, dropping the name of someone well known who is well out of their league? You know the types yeah? The ones who say “oh, I know so and so, we worked together.” and the truth is that they may have shared a urinal in The Jacks somewhere, never shared a word and they think that is networking? Is Devin Stone a fame chaser? A stolen glory hound? Whaddya say mate?
Eoin: He’s a fame chaser alright. He’ll chase it and chase it, till it dies like that girl. Honest to god, is this Hollywood where people can say one thing and it's all paparazzi? No! Nobody cares who ya know, or who you had a match with. Ya think people give a shit, that you worked for so and so in the past? Or how long you held a championship in the past because the fed head kissed your ass for all your life? Nobody cares! And if anybody thinks I care because I mention it here on this show, it's because I need to speak fact! And the fact is, he’s a relic of the past who only won gold because he stuck around. Loyalty can win a lot of things, but it means nothing if you were the only one around.
Aoife: You sound like you have seen his work before. I know you made your professional debut in OPW, but I think there’s something you are purposely dodging. Working in bingo hall set up is not something to be proud of, but we all get a start somewhere yeah? Being an all around fighter such as yourself I can imagine you knew a guy who knew a guy who could get you booked when certain small time setups came to town OR you were in a town with some shoddy shifty company at the same time. It’s no secret that sometimes to make a quick buck they will plop unknown indy guys like you in to sell the product to the locals. Am I close? Did you work under an old name and that’s how you know about him so well? Cmon now lad, come clean with us. Give us the juicy inside info eh? You’ve made it now, you’ve arrived for the most part, what’s wrong with going down for a stroll on memory lane, eh? Eh?
Eoin: I never liked talking about my old life but, back in the States as I grew up, times were hard. I did work under another name, my American given name. I don’t really want to share the name, to save me from the embarrassment that was back then but yea I used to wrestle for money here and there, just to get by. And at some shows, the living legend himself, Devin Stone came around. Holy shite he was unbareable then as he is now. He used to demand extra pay to even do the job, that he even still didn’t do. AND he got the money first each time. Every bloody time. Money first to him, then to the rest of us. He’s truly a scumbag. A total tosser. And I’ll show the good ol folk of Ireland how bad he is. I ain’t a kid anymore.
Aoife: What a class act. I hear in his prime he would bury anyone who even looked at him the wrong way. Many have said working with him was a punishment. He worked stiff, was stuck in the old ways of things and thinks that they are the best way. I also hear there were certain company owners, bookers, road agents who hailed him as Christ himself. Caved in and gave him anything he wanted. Can you confirm? Was he really a primadonna?
Eoin: He absolutely was then. And since he joined OPW, he tried that same shit with us too, and what we, The Cure, did was the right thing to do… show him to the world that he is a clown. I did the honors of course. At this next event, I’ll show that it wasn’t all paint. You can count on that.
Aoife: I think that really about soundly covers everything. Devon Stone is a gobshite who believes his own brand of hype, is a dinosaur from a dead era and makes actual bikers seethe with blind rage of how he uses their subculture to sell himself as a wrestler. He’s a total fuckin’ poser, yeah? Eoin I thank you for taking time out of your hectic schedule to hang out here in the studio and shoot the shit with us. I think I speak for everyone when I say he may have you in his sights, but he’s so old his bifocals has him aiming to the left. Make a proper good example out of him, one personal request? Trash his fucking trike.
Eoin: Ya got it lass. And your welcome. Maybe I'll do this again sometime in the future.