Birth

I was born in Phoenix, Arizona on November 8, 1978 at Arizona State Hospital. The hospital is actually the state's "insane asylum." Weird story about that... My mom was about ready to deliver and the car broke down on the way to the regular hospital she went to. So, being the closest place, there was no other option.


Family D.O.B's and Names

  • Mother -- Mary Phillips -- April 17, 1956
  • Father -- Jon Phillips -- August 3, 1955
  • Brother -- Jimmy Phillips -- July 26, 1975
  • Sister -- Stacy Phillips -- December 10, 1987

  • Going Home

    After I was born, we stayed in a special area of the hospital away from the insane people. After three days, we left the hospital and went home. I don't really remember a whole lot from my earlier years (Like most people).

    Taking The Beatings

    The first thing I really remember is when I went to school for the first time, I had a good day, I went to Constitution Elementary School. I went home after school and my father punched me in the back. When Jimmy got home, he began to pick on me. He always picked on me before then, but then it wasn't a torturing type of "picking" like this was.

    After this day, I looked to Mary for help, but she just told me to deal with it. I was only five... You don't tell a five year old to "deal with it!" But I decided to just do as she said and "deal with it" I just took it. Everyday, from the time I got home until the time I went to sleep. And sometimes, even then, my brother would just keep on.

    Soon, I began to take it out on kids at school. I would see someone in the halls and I would attack them for no reason, but after getting suspended for it, I decided that it was just hurting me more by making me be around my "family" more. So I quickly quit doing that.

    Ending The Pain?

    So, when I turned seven, I began to think about fighting back, but how? I was three years younger than Jimmy and a lot smaller than Jon.

    So, on December 1, 1985, everyone had went to sleep but me. I grabbed my baseball bat and a roll of duct tape that I got out of the garage earlier that day.

    I went into my Jimmy's room and slapped a big piece of tape on his mouth. I took that aluminum bat and hit him in the head a good ten times. He stopped moving after I connected about the fifth tiime, but I wanted to make sure. My parents' room was clear across the house from our rooms, so they didn't hear.

    Next, I snuck across the house to my parents room. I slapped the duct tape on Jon's face and hit him to times before he grabbed the bat and hit me with it. Not such a great idea I guess, but I was angry.

    After that, I was taken out of my parents' home because it was unsafe for me to be there. So, I went from foster home to foster home. I tried to be a good person, but I got into trouble at school a lot for doing all kinds of different things. I never left the state of Arizona while going from home to home either. But on September 24, 1988, I attacked a group of kids at school. It was a small group, three kids. However, they were all a year or two older than I was. I didn't care. I just went up to them and pulled out a knife. I stabbed one of them, but then a teacher stopped me. I was sent to Juvenile Hall for doing this.

    Juvi

    I was in Juvenile Hall for seven years. I don't remember a whole lot, prison psychologists have told me since then that "I have selective memory about this time in my life." I do remember that I made a few friends and we didn't have fun in juvi which is pretty obvious because they send you there to punish you not to have fun.

    Post-Juvi

    After I got out of Juvenile Hall, I got emancipated. I got a job working for a lawyer around his house and office. If he needed his yard or something mowed, raked, or anything else, I did that. I changed tires on his vehicles, whatever he needed. And in turn, he let me stay in a smaller house that he owned.

    I promised myself that I wouldn't go to prison because all I remembered about Juvi really, was that it sucked and prison could only be worse. I worked hard for my landlord and I also had a job as a janitor at a local hospital. Also, I had not spoken to my "family" since getting out either.

    I broke my promise to myself on January 23, 1996. I came home from the hospital to see my landlord and some fat ass movers moving all of my stuff out of the house. I asked him what was going on and he said I had sex with his wife. I hadn't been near his wife! I argued with him for a few minutes, and realized that I wasn't getting anywhere.

    I ran into the house and grabbed a baseball bat, my old weapon of choice. This however was obviously a more valuable bat as I had been to a sports memoribilia show and got it signed by none other than Pete Rose. I ran back out of the house and nailed him with it. He went down like a sack of potatoes. The movers began to "run" -- More like power walk-- towards me. I turned around and in one motion nailed the mover in front. He went back into the other mover and the other mover let him fall. I nailed him as well.

    Someone had called the cops and they showed up. I dropped to my knees as they told me to drop my weapon and put my hands behind my head. They cuffed me and before I knew it, I was back in prison. The court sentenced me to ten years in jail with the possibility of parole after five years.

    Prison

    I got to prison and I was just angry, not scared. I was angry at myself for getting put back into this type of a situation. I went to my cell and my cell mate's name was Paul Johnson. He was obsessed with professional wrestling. He had a couple of posters and magazines as well.

    After a few months in prison, Paul got me hooked on wresting as well. I finally realized what I was missing! I found my calling in life... I decided that I was going to become a pro wrestler. I didn't know how I was going to do it but I knew that I was going to.

    I spent the rest of my time in prison lifting weights and getting ready for my entry in the world of professional wrestling. I lifted as often as I could, it wasn't a maximum security prison, so we got more "free time". As I left, Paul told me not to forget him. I didn't and now, we are pretty good friends. In fact, he lives in one of my homes in Denver. He is a wrestler now as well, but he isn't at all up to my level!

    Getting Started

    At first, when I started at the wrestling school I went to in Phoenix, I started to get a little agitated because I wasn't catching on completely, but after a couple of extra hours in the gym for a week, I caught on and became the best in my class. They say that in this business you have to have a good personality to make it to the top. I didn't have much of a problem with that part.

    I got my wrestling license, but in the process, I met who would soon become my wife. Her name was Tara. I met her on her first day. She was just coming in as I became a main eventer at our weekly shows. She noticed me and as I was coming out of the locker room, she began to talk to me. At first I thought she was just a fan, but then she told me she had just started there and she liked how I wrestled and my mic skills as well. She followed me out to my car. (At the time my car wasn't completely impressive it was just a beat up old Mustang I got from a junk dealer and fixed up well enough to use.)

    She asked what I was doing and I told her I was gonna grab something to eat and asked if she wanted to come along. She said yes and we had our first "date"; if you can call it that since we just went out for a hamburger. After a while, she moved into my apartment and I helped her after the regular wrestling "school" let people out at night and eventually for the winter. I got my license and she didn't have her's yet. I told her I'd come back and get her if she wanted me to because I was going to go to a federation that was looking for new talent called the EIW.

    The EIW

    I joined the EIW, my first "real federation". They were a Canadian company, so I went from one extreme to the next moving from Phoenix. I met the president. He called himself (as everyone else did) Prez Extreme. He gave me my first match which was a Fatal 4-way elimination. It was to be XCon vs. C-Force vs. ..

    We were in Toronto for the event which was Hardcore Halloween. It was the October Pay-Per-View for the federation. It was

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