Promos
"More than anyone else in that ECW dressing room, Tommy Dreamer, maybe more than anyone else in the wrestling industry, you are willing to pay the price. To sweat, to bleed, to suffer. You're willing to bear that cross and I say, Tommy, DON'T DO IT! Because, you see, in order to sacrifice and bear that cross for them... it means I've got to suffer too. And I'm telling you from the voice of experience that they're not worth it, Tommy. THEY'RE NOT WORTH IT! You see, you got the choice – NOT ME! I made my bed of nails, and now, I've got no other choice but to be powerbombed on it. But you see, Tommy, the world is smiling at you. The wrestling business is smiling at you. AND DON'T YOU FROWN BACK ON IT!
I'm going to take you back to a very deciding point in my life, a time when I believed in something. A time when I thought that my face and my name made a difference. Do you remember the night, Tommy Dreamer? Because it's embedded in my skull, it's embedded in my heart, and it's embedded in every NIGHTMARE that I will ever have again. As Terry Funk took a bottle and began slicing and dicing Cactus Jack, the pain was so much, Tommy, that I'll be honest with you, I wanted to say "I quit, Terry Funk, I give. I wave the flag, and I'm a coward - please don't cut me anymore!" When I saw my saving grace. You see, Tommy, I looked out into that audience, my adoring crowd, and I saw two simple words that changed my life. "Cane. Dewey." Somebody had taken the time, and the effort, and the thought, to make a sign that said "Cane Dewey." And I saw other people around, as every moment in my life stopped and focused in on that sign, and the pain that shot through my body became a distant memory replaced by the pain that will be embedded in my skull to my dying day! "Cane Dewey." (Mirthless chuckle) "Cane Dewey." Dewey Foley... is a three-year-old boy, YOU SICK SONS OF BITCHES!
You ripped out my heart, you took everything I believed in, and you flushed it down the damn toilet! You flushed my heart, you flushed my soul, and now it sickens me to sit back and see other people making the same mistake. (Starts beating his own face) You see, Tommy Dreamer, I gotta listen to my little boy, every day of my life, say "Daddy, I miss Atlanta," and I say "It's too bad, son. Because your dad traded in a Victorian house for a sweatbox in Long Island! Your dad traded in a hundred... (breaks off as he's choked up with emotion) thousand dollar contract... guaranteed money... insurance... respect... and the name on the dotted line of the greatest man in the world—to work for a scumbag who operates out of a little piss-ant pawn shop in Philadelphia." You don't expect me to be bitter?
Tommy, when you open up your heart, when you open up your soul, and it gets shit on, it tends to make Jack a very mean boy. And so, I'm saying to you – before I take these aggressions out on you – to look at your future and realize that the hardcore life is a lie, that these letters behind me are a blatant lie, that those fans who sit there and say "He's Hardcore! He's Hardcore! He's Hardcore!", wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire, you selfish son of a bitch!
But I want you to understand, Tommy... I know he's hurt you time and time again, deep in his heart, Raven wants you to understand... that the hatred I have in here is not for you. No, no – far removed. You see, Tommy, I'm not doing this because I hate you – I love you, man! I only want the best for you, but when I hear that WCW called up your number and you said, "No, thank you." – Well, it makes my blood run cold. As cold as that night in the ECW arena.
And so, I have got a moral obligation. You see Tommy, I'm on the path of righteousness, and righteous men wield a lot of power. So if I've got to drag you by your face to that telephone call and dial collect and say, "Hello...Eric, it's me, Cactus, and though I know I've burnt my bridge, and I'll never be taken back with open arms – I've got a wrestler here who would gladly trade in his ECW shirt... for a pair of green suspenders." And Tommy, just think of that sound in your ear when Uncle Eric says, "Welcome home, Tommy Dreamer. Welcome home." I love being right.
I'm going to take you back to a very deciding point in my life, a time when I believed in something. A time when I thought that my face and my name made a difference. Do you remember the night, Tommy Dreamer? Because it's embedded in my skull, it's embedded in my heart, and it's embedded in every NIGHTMARE that I will ever have again. As Terry Funk took a bottle and began slicing and dicing Cactus Jack, the pain was so much, Tommy, that I'll be honest with you, I wanted to say "I quit, Terry Funk, I give. I wave the flag, and I'm a coward - please don't cut me anymore!" When I saw my saving grace. You see, Tommy, I looked out into that audience, my adoring crowd, and I saw two simple words that changed my life. "Cane. Dewey." Somebody had taken the time, and the effort, and the thought, to make a sign that said "Cane Dewey." And I saw other people around, as every moment in my life stopped and focused in on that sign, and the pain that shot through my body became a distant memory replaced by the pain that will be embedded in my skull to my dying day! "Cane Dewey." (Mirthless chuckle) "Cane Dewey." Dewey Foley... is a three-year-old boy, YOU SICK SONS OF BITCHES!
You ripped out my heart, you took everything I believed in, and you flushed it down the damn toilet! You flushed my heart, you flushed my soul, and now it sickens me to sit back and see other people making the same mistake. (Starts beating his own face) You see, Tommy Dreamer, I gotta listen to my little boy, every day of my life, say "Daddy, I miss Atlanta," and I say "It's too bad, son. Because your dad traded in a Victorian house for a sweatbox in Long Island! Your dad traded in a hundred... (breaks off as he's choked up with emotion) thousand dollar contract... guaranteed money... insurance... respect... and the name on the dotted line of the greatest man in the world—to work for a scumbag who operates out of a little piss-ant pawn shop in Philadelphia." You don't expect me to be bitter?
Tommy, when you open up your heart, when you open up your soul, and it gets shit on, it tends to make Jack a very mean boy. And so, I'm saying to you – before I take these aggressions out on you – to look at your future and realize that the hardcore life is a lie, that these letters behind me are a blatant lie, that those fans who sit there and say "He's Hardcore! He's Hardcore! He's Hardcore!", wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire, you selfish son of a bitch!
But I want you to understand, Tommy... I know he's hurt you time and time again, deep in his heart, Raven wants you to understand... that the hatred I have in here is not for you. No, no – far removed. You see, Tommy, I'm not doing this because I hate you – I love you, man! I only want the best for you, but when I hear that WCW called up your number and you said, "No, thank you." – Well, it makes my blood run cold. As cold as that night in the ECW arena.
And so, I have got a moral obligation. You see Tommy, I'm on the path of righteousness, and righteous men wield a lot of power. So if I've got to drag you by your face to that telephone call and dial collect and say, "Hello...Eric, it's me, Cactus, and though I know I've burnt my bridge, and I'll never be taken back with open arms – I've got a wrestler here who would gladly trade in his ECW shirt... for a pair of green suspenders." And Tommy, just think of that sound in your ear when Uncle Eric says, "Welcome home, Tommy Dreamer. Welcome home." I love being right.
— "Cane Dewey" promo, ECW Hardcore TV #126
Other
"The wicked man traveleth with pain in all his days, and the number of years is hidden to the oppressor. A dreadful sound is in his ears: in prosperity the destroyer shall come upon him. He believeth not that he shall return out of darkness, and he is waited for of the sword. He wandereth abroad for bread, saying, 'Where is it?'"
—Job 15:20-23, as quoted to describe Mick Foley in "There will never be another show like Monday Night RAW"
In a world full of butterflies, it took balls to be a caterpillar. I love that quote from Luna, and in a way I can't help but hope that this life was but a chrysalis of sorts for her; that for a woman who never seemed completely comfortable in her own skin, this life was just a prelude to becoming the beautiful butterfly god always meant for her to be.
But that would be too easy and so anti-Luna. There are enough beautiful butterflies out there already. Maybe we should be able to appreciate the beauty of the caterpillar without needing or wanting it to change for our viewing pleasure. Maybe Luna was perfect just as she was. Maybe she was exactly who she was supposed to be.
— On the life and death of Luna Vachon.
"I had made a million dollars in wrestling, but that was a total of my first twelve years combined. When you average it out, it comes to $80,000 a year. I have a friend who makes that much punching tickets on the Long Island Railway — and he still has both his ears."
— Passage from Have a Nice Day!
