Whoever the agent was essentially said ‘He’s too f**ked up to work,’ then it became who’s calling this?
It wasn’t my job, I was the Executive Producer of the television show, I technically had no authority whatsoever and no official role in the pay-per-view unless I was a talent or asked to input on creative.
I was just kind of standing there waiting for someone to make a decision, no decisions are being made and now Jeff’s making his way down to the ring.
There was no captain of the ship in Gorilla, it was my exchange with Dixie that was the catalyst for me to say ‘F**k it, nobody else is going to do anything. The bell is going to ring and it can’t go down like this.’ I don’t want to make this sound like I’m putting myself over or I cared so much about Sting, it was the show.
I was concerned about the show. I didn’t want Sting to go out there and try and have a match with a guy who was completely f**king wasted. I wasn’t worried about Sting getting hurt, but the match would’ve been the sh*ts and I didn’t want Sting to be in that position. Sting had no idea that Jeff was going to show up f**ked up.
I’m looking for a decision, looking for somebody to come up with an idea. We don’t have a lot of time, folks can’t call a meeting. Somebody has to call the ball, who’s going to call it? F**k it. I literally walked through the curtain not knowing what I was going to do.
There were two things that crossed my mind and they happened simultaneously. My first thought because it seemed like the most easiest, direct line between A and B, was for me and my heel character to go out and knock him out, just drop him and then have the referee call the match and disqualification.
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