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-Go! -No!

XPW was known for being crazy.

That's what it was, it was Extreme Pro Wrestling.

When we did death matches, that'd be a license to kill for me.

I was a porn star living the dream of a wrestler.

If we could degrade and entertain, let's fucking do it.

In 1999, adult film entrepreneur Rob Black combined his passion

for violent death matches

and the spirit of his provocative adult films...

Show your tits!

...to realize his dream promotion, Extreme Pro Wrestling.

XPW was a labor of love for Rob.

-He wanted it to work. -Oh, no!

In order to become America's top hardcore wrestling outfit,

XPW celebrated those who performed dangerous stunts.

You want to come out and put a gun into my mouth

and blow the back of his brains out. I outdid you.

But that's what it would take.

Rob Black had no appreciation

because he had no clue about wrestling.

Rob always thought of himself as like a mafia guy.

No one leaves the family.

When the violence in the ring bleeds out into real life,

Rob Black's command over a legion of young wrestlers begins to crumble

as legal bills force his wrestling and porn empires to implode.

I don't remember the pain because I was going into shock.

-It got real dark after that. -Dumbasses.

Like, what were we thinking? Just, we weren't.

Rob knew just how to push. He said, "How far can I go?"

We're known for all the taboo stuff

that everyone said you can't do, and we do it.

And he just pushed a little too far.

ROB BLACK OF XPW & EXTREME ASSOCIATES

Tongue my sweaty balls.

They're big. They're not hairy.

They're smooth and shaved. But they're sweaty.

Are you surprised Rob doesn't want to be a part of this episode?

Honestly, I think it's a no-win situation for him. I really do.

It's probably better that he doesn't say anything.

But he wouldn't want to be part

of somebody else's production and project.

If you can't hold court and just sit and get asked questions,

that's just not Rob.

So for people who don't know, who is Rob Black?

Okay, I'm ready.

I'm Jessica Darlin. I was part of XPW for about two years.

Look at that!

And I was also Extreme Associates' contract girl for almost four.

Rob Black is someone, you love him, or you hate him.

I can do whatever I want!

I own this fucking company! And you don't!

Rob Block is, in wrestling terms, the ultimate heel.

He is a wrestling owner, promoter.

He had been in the adult film business his whole life.

Arms back so your fuckin' tits... I'm gonna go in with the camera.

He was doing stuff... Like today would be the norm.

Gaping buttholes and pissing and puking and really wild sex.

He was doing it when no one did.

That's who we were. We wanted to be the bad boys.

I do what I want because I'm the owner's wife.

Lizzy was a adult film actress, came to Extreme, started dating Rob.

-What are you doing? -Cut. You don't say nothing.

-You just... -Said ask you what you're...

-I'm gonna ask you what you're doing. -Sorry.

She became his girlfriend, and she didn't perform.

Like, she directed and produced.

She was part of porn, but on the other side of it.

Kiss me.

In addition to his penchant for subversive pornography,

Rob Black is enamored with the underworld of hardcore wrestling

and eventually strikes a relationship

with Extreme Championship Wrestling's

revolutionary founder, Paul Heyman.

-ECW was the big party. -New Jack serenading Angel.

We had fun, got high, did drugs. We fucking had a fucking ball.

I am New Jack, the original gangster.

What Paul E. brought to the table was a group of guys that did our thing,

-and we had a good time doing it. -The challenger!

What I remember about Rob Black Paul Heyman relationship

was Rob wanted to bring ECW to the West Coast.

And there was arrangements to do that.

I'm David Marquez, the producer and director of XPW television show.

Welcome to another edition of XPW TV.

But when ECW got their network deal, it was, "Why do we need Rob?"

That all went out the window.

Rob was extremely upset about that,

and to spite ECW, that's how you get XPW.

Me and WCW have a common hatred for that son of a bitch Paul Heyman,

back on the East Coast.

That's what set Rob Black off where, gonna make this better than ECW,

gonna do this in spite of you.

I'm Joey Kaos, the rock superstar of XPW.

And the owner of Santino Brothers Wrestling in Los Angeles, California.

Kaos!

I wasn't a huge wrestling fan growing up.

I was a huge fan of my uncle, Supreme.

He is like a godfather of death match wrestling, and that is his legacy.

-Who am I?! -Supreme!

He's the one that loved professional wrestling.

I just tagged along 'cause I loved my uncle.

I remember my uncle Supreme telling me,

"Hey, so you know that there's this porno wrestling happening."

"Porno wrestling? Is it wrestling or porn? What is it?"

I walked in the office, and I believe Rob just looked at me

and said, "I own a wrestling company, and you're now going to valet."

So it was a crazy dynamic.

Girls having sex in the office, doing scenes.

We also had the ring in the back.

So guys going around, they'd be wrestling,

with girls with no clothes on with cum all over them.

An eye-opener working there.

Sylvia Munoz, and on the wrestling circuit, I'm Jezebel Romo.

But at XPW I was the merch girl or the extreme bitch.

Was a joy to see people in clothes.

That was more of a turn on than all the tits, ass, dicks...

You had one of the porn guys sitting there,

talking to you, like, "Hey, so how's your wrestling scene?"

I'm like, "What are you doing?"

He's like, "Getting ready for a scene, gotta stay hard."

It was just that casual.

I remember going to training.

Chick was in the pool eating chicken while the guy was peeing on her

and they're filming it. I'm like, "What is this shit?"

I guess people wanted to see it 'cause it was funding XPW.

I remember leaving my desk...

going into the cafeteria, and there being a woman dressed up

as the Statue of Liberty, three guys with presidential masks on...

partaking in the filming of a scene on the lunch table.

My name is Mike Hartsfield and I'm a former live event producer

for Extreme Pro Wrestling.

A lot of us would work our nine-hour day

and then stay another six or seven or eight hours.

There were nights I slept in the ring.

In order to get paid for wrestling, I had to edit porn.

Not that I was against it. It's just that...

the subject matter was so offensive at times.

Here I am, an Emmy Award-winning news guy... editing Fossil Fuckers.

I think a lot of the Extreme girls saw me as like a...

I hate to use this analogy, but as a new puppy or something.

And it was awesome. It was awesome.

My name is William Welch. In XPW, my gimmick was The Messiah.

First Battle Royale I was part of

White Trash Johnny Webb gave me the chair shot.

I took it in the head, didn't put hands up.

I was told that Rob liked the fact that I didn't put my hands up.

I mean, it looked like an ECW chair shot.

And as he walks by me, he goes, "What's up, Jesus?" I went, "What?"

I was gonna be called The Savior or The Messiah.

Between the two, I could care less 'cause I think they both stink.

But it's way better than Jesus.

The Messiah has returned.

At the time, I was working at a steakhouse.

I'd show up to work with gig marks on my head from bleeding.

And they would send me home.

"You can't be around customers like that."

Like something out of a horror movie!

Messiah was the big dog in XPW.

He held two belts at one time, you know?

So now I've got my guardian angel...

-Messiah, baby! -Mr. X-P-W.

I think it was drinking the Kool-Aid that Rob was serving.

Whether it's brainwashing or whatever the case is and we were brainwashed.

I mean, there wasn't one guy on that roster

who didn't bust their ass for that company.

Some of the things I've seen,

I don't know why they would do it, but they did it.

In the long run, it was really, really fucking stupid

to do those dumb things we did.

My name is Luke Hawx. In XPW, I went by Altar Boy Luke.

I did a 450 off the balcony through a table with thumbtacks

-with Supreme on it. -450 flash!

The thumb tacks had broke off into my hand

and I had to use pliers to pull the thumb tacks out.

It was always, "Okay, what can you do next? How can you top it?"

We want to do this fire spot

so we sent a ring crew guy to get some lighter fluid.

It turns out he got charcoal fluid, which is oil-based.

Regular lighter fluid, alcohol based, burns quick.

It starts pooling up on this table, and they put the flame and it just...

And it goes out.

We know what it should look like and it's not happening.

So she keeps doing it, and then we get this good flame.

They go for the spot.

Since there was so much fluid, his shirt got soaked.

It was horrible. It was absolutely horrible.

He was running around the ring, screaming. I don't blame him.

And I saw Kaos pinning Supreme and lifting up,

and part of Supreme's skin is on Kaos and...

It was just, it was pretty traumatic.

I went straight to the hospital.

I remember going to go see my uncle Supreme, all wrapped up.

And I remember him saying, "Damn, that was a good match.

That spot fucked it up." Like, that was like his response.

Roster's willingness to sacrifice themselves on a nightly basis

along with tantalizing appearances of crossover porn stars,

made XPW an instant hit with local fans.

In response, ECW stages their first ever live show in Los Angeles.

Heatwave 2000!

Rob Black always had this "I'm a mafia" mentality.

So in his mind, ECW's coming into our territory.

'Cause you're in our backyard. Why? Why, Paul Heyman?

They're coming to shut us up.

In retaliation, Rob Black orders his ring crew

to distribute XPW flyers at the event

and has his top talent sit ringside to cause a disrupting presence.

Rob Black can get you to go to war for him, 100 percent.

Had that ability to get you to say, "We're gonna die for you.

We'll die right here at Heatwave for you.

Like, let's do it. Die for the cause."

Sitting in the front row, and then the main event comes on.

So I turn to the hard cam and I throw the "X" symbol, like, this is it.

Security mobs us, grabbed my neck, like, with their gorilla paws.

We're getting thrown out of this building.

They close the doors. And it's quiet.

There's all this ruckus, and it's just quiet.

Like, "Where is everybody?"

Meanwhile, on the other side of the arena,

the XPW ring crew is not so lucky.

And we beat the fuck out of them.

I had just had surgery on my leg

so I hit somebody in the face with a crutch.

A guy's like, "We don't want trouble."

I was like, fuck that, whop!

You don't go after Supreme, after Messiah, after Kid Kaos.

You go after the 140-pound ring crew guys? That's what you do?

'Cause your company and you are a piece of (bleep).

And us at XPW are gonna flush you, the piece of (bleep),

right down the toilet.

I straight up told Joey, this was stupid.

And I'm also thinking, Rob Black was supposed to be here.

Where, where is he?

In April 2001, financial ruin forces ECW to fold,

allowing rival promoter, Rob Black, to welcome their top talent

into XPW's growing empire of extreme.

Everything that Rob Black said happened, to be honest.

To his credit, "I'm gonna bring in Sabu, bring in Shane Douglas."

We're like, "Right," and he'd bring this guy.

We'd be like, Jesus, this is real.

We got Terry Funk. I mean, we were big.

-Terry Funk got... -We made it.

Do you remember how he explained his vision for XPW?

It was gonna be ECW on steroids.

That's what he said.

I laughed and said, "Let's do it."

I'm Sabu. After I left ECW, Rob Black called me up.

I go and find out it's half a porn company.

Sabu is here, in XPW, ladies and gentlemen! It's Sabu!

And then he got like Candido, Kronus, and... New Jack.

What you consider a wrestling ring, I consider a killing field.

A few other guys. So it started to look like a reject ECW.

Did Paul E. or any other ECW guys

give you shit for doing this XPW stuff?

What they gonna say to me?

I ain't give a fuck about Paul E. or no fucking body.

I didn't give a fuck about them. I was making money.

I got to eat.

And get some porn.

What we have here is our warehouse,

which houses all of our dirty, filthy pornography.

He was like, "Jack, get whatever you want."

I was driving the forklift around, going to get my porn.

And I was shaking boxes out.

I swear to God, I had over 1000 DVDs.

Despite the demise of his main competitor,

Rob continues to escalate the violence in XPW

to disturbing new extremes.

There was a show where I was wrestling Supreme and Angel...

Down goes Supreme!

My hand up, the chair smacks me. It looks brutal.

He kills me with the chair.

Soon as we get to the back,

Rob Black's in the back, going, "This is fucking XPW!

We don't put our fucking hands up! We don't."

And like, he's like, yelling at me.

And I'm going, "Wait, did I do something wrong?"

Because I was always taught to put my hand up for a chair shot.

Don't stick your neck out.

Jerry Lynn pulls me aside, "Don't listen to a thing he says.

Has no clue. You did it right, protected yourself. Looked great."

I didn't know, behind the scenes, that Rob, the next show,

was gonna have me handcuffed and crucified,

chained up like this with my arms out...

And he told Supreme that, as payback,

he had to hit me several times across the head, unprotected, with a chair.

And I had no idea it was coming.

My goodness, you can hear the impact.

Luke's got nowhere go, nowhere to go!

Next thing you know, one shot turns to two, two shots to three.

Oh, my goodness!

Probably cracking my skull. I didn't have health insurance,

but I have a big indention from those chair shots.

They were like, "You're very bad concussed.

You can't go to sleep. You gotta sit up."

Sitting in a hotel room, miserable, head pounding, throwing up.

No idea where I'm at, wondering if I'm gonna die.

All 'cause of some God damn idiot who knows nothing

thinks I needed to pay for putting my hand up on a chair shot.

With mounting injuries and waning interest

in performing for bloodthirsty crowds,

The Messiah is forced to reconsider his future in the company.

I went to Rob, belt with me, and I went, "I'm done."

Like, "I'm done. My body's beat up."

He just looked at me and went,

"Okay, if you're done, I'm done." I'm like, "Wait, what?"

He goes, "If you don't want to, I don't want to.

It's that simple. I'm finished."

I know he would never have stopped doing XPW because I left.

I know that never would've happened. Honestly, I got played.

That's what happened.

I remember talking to Lizzy about it. Lizzy said, "That's what he does."

Lizzy said, "He's done that to me... too."

Even when it came to like Lizzy, Lizzy Borden and I,

Lizzy said, "Rob wants me to flirt with guys." I was like, "Why?"

"I don't know, he just likes it," you know?

Rob liked having the hot girlfriend.

You look really cute. Keep your top on though.

-I'm trying, hon. -You can't have her, but it's...

She's flirting with you, but it doesn't mean she wants you.

-Good. -And Rob was getting like,

BJs like every other day.

He'd tell the girl that was doing it he's filming it for another title.

Cock Smokers, that was the other one.

She'd get jealous of the girls

that were rumored to have been with Rob.

Whenever they had an argument, she would show up.

And I think I got caught in the crosshairs

of something that was going on between Lizzy and Rob.

And I was used as like a chess piece.

-Look at how beautiful you are. -Rob, don't.

-Please, don't. -Let's see your boobies.

What, you want me to do a fucking porno?

-Spooky. -I'm gonna do a movie.

-No, you're not. -I want to do a movie.

-Oh, really? -With who?

-Who can I do it with? -No one.

Why would you...

I think when it came to me, she just, it just, things got taken too far.

It just got taken too far.

That was the story I remember hearing,

The Messiah and Lizzy Borden had something.

And then I remember Supreme, we'd always, like, "No, no way.

He wouldn't mess this up."

Like, "We all love wrestling, trying to make a go at it."

So what happened?

Yeah. Unfortunately, Lizzy and I ended up hooking up.

And I knew it was bad news as soon as it happened.

I figured Rob didn't care who fucked his girl.

He said, on film, he don't care.

If it's behind his back, he cares. And I don't blame him.

So he wanted to kill him.

When wrestler The Messiah fails to show for an XPW event

rumors of his affair with Lizzy Borden begin to circulate.

A house show we were gonna do in our warehouse.

And from what I understand,

Sabu showed up, and The Messiah didn't.

I didn't tell Supreme or Kaos what was going on.

Those guys I would've told.

-So how did it come out? -It just come out.

Rob found out.

And they go, it comes out like, "He was fucking the boss' wife,"

and our jaw dropped, like, "Really?"

Why would he mess up this XPW thing, man?

Like, why would he do that? Like, fuck, like he fucked up.

I slept with Billy too. They got around, all of 'em.

Rob Black and Lizzy Borden's relationship survives the affair,

but The Messiah is promptly exiled from XPW.

So The Messiah was written out of the company

through a bizarre story line

that happened with an apparition out in the warehouse.

Messiah, you can't go. I need you tonight.

Everything is on the line. What are you thinking?

What are you thinking?!

The Messiah has come...

...and gone gone, gone...

He went to heaven. That was how they explained him away.

-Another lame hit for the company. -This ain't funny.

You gotta... I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, man.

I had a conversation with Rob

where he threatened me and essentially was like,

gave me a countdown. "Three days. You got three days to live."

"This is what I'm gonna do, Billy.

I'll buy you a ticket to Michigan. Get out of California."

"I'm not running." Exact words I told him.

"I'm not running."

With the loss of one of XPW's biggest attractions,

Rob Black looks to stage his most ambitious spectacle yet

with a high stakes match between New Jack and Vic Grimes.

Unbeknownst to Grimes, New Jack aims to retaliate against him

for a fractured skull he suffered in a match two years earlier.

See here? I can get away with murder. Murder!

I mean real murder, and that's what I'm getting ready to do.

Whose idea, that scaffold match?

Rob Black.

He told me, "Jack, we're gonna do a scaffold match.

The loser gets thrown off. I'm gonna flip a coin."

I said, "Rob, you can flip a coin all day long.

Vic is getting thrown off the fucking scaffold."

I said, "I'm not taking that bump. Big is."

All right, listen to me.

Changing stipulations a little bit, all right.

We need... we need to spice this shit up.

The Free Fall event was a colossal undertaking, to say the least.

Everyone was under the assumption

this scaffolding was for cameramen, including the building.

If I had gone about the insurance the normal way a lot of companies do,

it probably would've been difficult.

So to bypass a lot of that,

I would just make up the insurance waivers on my computer.

I remember finding an old insurance certificate that they had used prior.

I scanned it and whited out some certain things

and then I just typed up who needed "coverage."

I faxed them the certificate that I made.

I got a call saying, "Just got the insurance.

We're good to go on the show."

So wait a minute. There wasn't actually insurance for the event?

-Yeah... -Look at this, Grimes!

Grimes is starting! And yes! Yes, they're both going up.

That damn thing looked rickety.

It's not meant to have two big guys up there bumping and fighting.

I remember the thing shifting back and forth.

And I'm just like, holy shit.

And the crowd would, " Oh..." I could see the scaffolding swaying.

What the hell is gonna happen?

Just watching everything going on, just crossing my fingers.

Please, God! Have mercy on their souls.

And I hear the crowd gasping,

and New Jack's got a stun gun.

-Oh, jeepers! -Oh, look at this!

I could not believe it. I was like, it's gonna be over soon.

No, please, no!

Never forget the look on Big's face when he was coming down.

It just looked like pure terror.

It was really an intense moment, but as he turned over,

his legs hit the ropes and flipped him back into the ring.

If it had hit his butt, he would've slid out onto the concrete.

His bitch ass would've hit the god damn floor

and splattered like a fucking egg.

That was a little fucking dangerous,

like there is a God and he just saved his ass.

Vic Grimes is gonna need medical attention.

-Please clear the building. -What reaction from Rob Black?

He was like, "Jack, that was great. I loved it.

Thank you. Here's the bonus." So he paid me.

So I did my last show, which was with Vic Grimes.

Once I got him, I felt like, mission accomplished.

I was done. So I left.

With New Jack's departure, Rob Black loses another big star.

To make matters worse, The Messiah publicly admits

to his affair with Lizzy Borden,

boasting about it at a show in S outhern California.

I was told by people at the Extreme Associates office

that Rob was keeping tabs on me,

that he knew and was aware of everything I was doing.

I then started getting very resentful.

-Fuck who? -Rob Black! Fuck Rob Black!

In Rob's mind, you weren't supposed to hear about me ever again.

In my mind, I'm stuffing it down Rob's throat.

-And I was happy to do it. -I hate that fat fuck cocksucker!

The place started chanting, "You F'd Lizzy."

-You fucked his wife! -Lizzy!

Me, being in my 23-year-old frame of mind... I yelled...

And she fucking loved it!

It wasn't the most smartest thing I've ever done.

'Cause up to that point, I'd always just denied it.

I remember saying, "Billy, hey, just let it go, bro."

-Like, let it go. Like, he fired you. -You fucked the boss' wife.

Like, you guys are even. Just let it go.

If you're gonna tell me I can't, gonna threaten me,

I'm gonna prove I can do it.

I'm gonna show you I'm not scared.

I'm not wasting anymore of my time talking about that fat fuck!

With The Messiah's outspoken bravado

and XPW's diminishing attendance,

Rob Black's frustration intensifies.

XPW had put on a show.

I purposely sit up in the nosebleed section.

The match wasn't very good.

Crowd started throwing a beach ball and chanting, "Beach ball."

The beach ball would get snatched. The crowd would go...

The crowd was not being receptive.

I guess Rob found out I was there.

And I was told he threw a temper tantrum backstage.

My phone rings. It's Dynamite D.

"Hey, you need to leave." "Why do I need to leave?"

"Rob is pissed off and he's yelling at all of us because you're here."

I hung up the phone and we left.

I mean, we left. That was it.

I just got home from work.

I just bought a Nintendo GameCube, was gonna play some video games.

The front door opens, and these two guys walk in.

I immediately assume they were with my roommate,

so I didn't think anything of it. I said, "Hey, what's up?"

I could see the reflection off the TV of the two guys.

I see the one guy lock the door.

And then I see both of them going, "You get him. No, you get it."

And I turn like this to then confront them and then, boom,

they just jumped on me.

One of them got me in a chokehold, but he didn't have it in right.

I get choked out all the time and knew what a choke hold felt like.

One of 'em got my hand down, and the other one had clippers.

And... got it around my thumb and then snapped it and...

...thumb popped right off.

My other hand I kept in a fist so they couldn't get it,

and they started pounding on my hand to open up my fist.

And I wouldn't do it. We had like a little fish tank.

They busted it over my head.

They were trying to knock me out.

I was able to get to the door.

Without having my thumb, it was like I was waving at the lock.

So they got me, pulled me back in.

They got on top of me and started punching me in the face

or punching me anywhere.

By this point, both of them are gassed out.

And tired.

One of 'em threw a punch at me.

I got him in an arm bar...

and just wrenched on him, and he screamed.

When he screamed, I let go.

Made it to the door, was able to unlock the door at that point.

And the door just flew open, and they both ran out.

Got a cup of ice.

And then began to try to search for my thumb.

But it was hard to find anything, and I couldn't locate it.

And then I think I just passed out.

While The Messiah was fighting off home invaders,

his XPW colleagues were unaware his life was in serious danger.

On this particular night,

GQ Money and I were gonna film a segment for XPW TV.

And then all of a sudden, there's a knock on the door.

Go open the door, it's Rob Black.

What is Rob Black doing here? Rob Black has never been here.

Like, why is he here?

And he was not the Rob Black that we knew.

He sat on the couch. It was like, why are you here?

Why are you here? I had no clue. I woke up the next morning.

"Billy said two Black guys came into his house and there was a fight."

To this day, I don't know if they were out to kill him.

But a lot of us were in shock, in awe.

And then the rumors started flying and speculation.

I remember how I first saw it. It was on America's Most Wanted.

I remember I was sitting with my husband,

and I go, "Holy shit, that's Messiah.

Oh, my God, they cut off his thumb. What's going on?"

But who would want The Messiah hurt, for real?

To answer that, cops have been delving into the secretive

and sometimes sleazy subculture of indie wrestling.

I remember looking at my husband and going...

"Fuck, we all know who. We all know who's behind it.

But fuck, we can't do nothing." I can't prove it.

What's going on? What's happening? Is that true?

Really? Rob Black had something to do with it? Come on!

And I actually asked Rob about it one day.

Saved message, Sunday 1:09 a.m.

It's New Jack. I heard what happened to Messiah, right,

and don't pretend like y'all don't know what the fuck is going on.

I was like, "Did you do that?"

He was like, "No, I had nothing to do with that."

I don't know who did it.

I know that Billy said it was two black guys, that physically did it.

After this had happened, I remember Rob Black saying,

"Watch out who you hang out with. You might get your arm chopped off."

What did that mean?

Be careful who you're hanging around with.

He was pissed we were still friends with Messiah.

He was pissed we weren't like, "Fuck that guy."

I ended up leaving

within a couple of weeks to a month after that.

It wasn't fun when people were going, "One thumb up,"

or trying to shake your hand like that, instead of normal.

And laughing about it.

There's no proof, and this is just one girl talking...

We all think Rob had something to do with it.

AFTER REQUESTING COMMENT ABOUT THIS INCIDENT,

WE RECEIVED NO RESPONSE FROM ROB BLACK.

Messiah! Messiah! Messiah!

The biggest thing I could do... in my opinion...

...was to go back doing what I love.

Which was wrestling. And that's what I did.

Everybody in this arena, get a good look 'cause this is no fucking work.

I have no fucking thumb and I don't give a shit

'cause I can still open beer, still play fucking video games,

and still run a fuck you telegram to anybody I fucking want to!

With no evidence linking Rob Black to the assault on The Messiah,

he is never charged.

However, he and Lizzy begin to draw attention of federal authorities

for posturing in the media about pushing legal boundaries

with their latest adult films.

A girl being kidnapped, being forced to have sex.

Being butchered at the end. And spit on. She's being degraded.

We're known for all the taboo stuff everyone said you can't do. We do it.

We sell it. People are entertained. People are bored with other stuff.

They were doing... such extreme stuff.

And I wasn't into it, and it wasn't where I wanted to go.

And so I finally just said, "Hey, Rob, this is where it ends."

I watch Nightline all the time.

-This is Nightline... -And just on random day...

Rob's a guest of Ted Koppel.

He was trying to justify the lewd acts

that were in these videos against freedom of speech.

And John Ashcroft, Attorney General of the United States,

was coming after him.

We're not drug dealers or murderers, you know, we make movies.

Rob always wanted to be like Hugh Hefner or Larry Flynt.

We make movies, just like Hollywood makes movies.

Oh, no, they're not like Hollywood movies.

In your movies, women are brutally raped, actually beat up.

"I'm fighting for your first amendment rights."

And he wasn't. He was fighting for himself.

Zicari, quote, "issued a challenge"

to Attorney General Ashcroft, said that Ashcroft, quote,

"could not do anything about his films."

And I'm at home, and I'm like...

You're challenging John Ashcroft?

Challenging the United States government?

Why would you do that? Why would anyone do that?

A time when there was a meeting in Rob's office.

Rob stood up from his desk and said, "Hey, when we get raided by the feds,

everyone report to Kevin.

That's who's gonna get information, who you need to speak to."

"When we get raided by the feds?"

It wasn't "if" it was "when."

I remember the morning of the postal raid

at Extreme Associates.

We figured out what was going on because everyone was wearing

United States Postal Service like CIA or FBI jackets

you see in movies and television.

We put two and two together that the government, somehow,

some way, figured out how to get Rob.

How can you go on network television and challenge the government?

Like, who does that? And he did. And he got popped for it.

They had to go after me first because I had the biggest mouth.

You can't start a war on pornography unless you go after the person

that is... defying you the most.

Right here is the federal 5.

These are the 5 tapes that could put me in jail forever.

I was really interested on where it was gonna go

because I thought that's a brilliant question.

Like, who in government is gonna decide what's decent

or indecent between two paid actors.

But I mean, it was like Rob knew what he was doing.

He knew legally you cannot have someone say,

"Fuck my 13-year-old ass." You can't, but he didn't care.

The funny thing about my business is I don't force it on anybody.

The only people forced to watch my movies

are the 12 people that sit in that jury.

Facing charges for violating federal obscenity statutes,

Rob Black and Lizzy Borden

face 50 years in prison and millions in fines.

The legal battle quickly consumes all of Rob Black's resources,

spelling the end of XPW.

There were times when there would just be a month

of talent check bouncing.

And there would be 20 people in the lobby pissed off,

literally, everyone with a check in their hand.

XPW will be starting in just a few minutes.

So please, grab your seats and get ready to get extreme!

It killed the business.

Because all the lawyer fees. And you can't produce movies.

You can't pay wrestlers, can't pay actors, actresses.

I think he thought the adult industry would come to his support.

And they saw through his BS.

He should've known then, but he knows now,

"Dude, the government, they got more money,

they got more lawyers, and they got more time."

These charges were getting dropped,

and dropped, and dropped, and one finally stuck.

Unable to mount a costly defense, Rob and Lizzy opt to plead guilty

to a single charge of conspiracy to distribute obscene materials.

I believe he got a year and a day, if I'm not mistaken.

When I heard Rob and Lizzy were in jail,

I kind of feel bad for Lizzy 'cause it's like

she wasn't the most innocent sweet thing,

but I think she went down because her name was on the title.

He got what he deserved, not because of what happened to me,

but to go on TV and ask the government, "Yeah, yeah, come.

Come at me. Do it."

Just the ego, the absolute ego.

After serving his time, Rob Black leaves the world of wrestling behind

and his relationship with Lizzy would also come to an end.

I've asked myself over the years, been almost 20 years,

and I've asked myself: If I could do it again, would I?

-Fuck, yeah. -Yes!

Every part of it. Even the bad times I would. Yes!

Of course, I'd go back.

'Cause we had something incredibly special there.

It wasn't just the wrestlers, wasn't just Rob Black.

It was a combination of everything that made the magic.

Everybody wanted the show to succeed.

Now I'm in Hollywood.

I'm living my dream and have the greatest job in the world

and that might not have happened if I wasn't in XPW.

That time is incredibly important to me.

All of the situations that involved,

and the friendships still happening to this day.

Me and Sylvia, we got married at a pro wrestling show.

We're celebrating our 9-year anniversary next week.

We are like peanut butter and jelly.

We just love wrestling. That's all we do.

So my uncle, Supreme, the people just really loved him.

Unfortunately, he passed away last May 6th.

There's just a lot of like love,

when he passed away, just a lot of love that...

that people just messaging and just talking about him,

and I know it really touched me, but I just so wish, like, fuck!

I just so wish that like people would have let him know

when he was a live because he loved that shit. Like, who doesn't?

But without Supreme, I'd have never been a wrestler, whatsoever.

I don't know what I'd be doing, driving a truck, I guess.

Embracing now with his uncle Supreme!

I would not change one thing from the simple fact of...

all of that led me to my wife, and now I have my two daughters.

So it was all worth it in my eyes.

Because at the end of the day, Messiah means nothing.

Once I get, walk through that door at home, I'm just dad and husband.

And that's the most important thing to me.

What we're doing right now will put XPW back on the map

for a few months.

But it ain't nothing that they did to be like,

"Oh, they're gonna go down in history,"

besides me throwing Vic Grimes off that fucking scaffold.

Far as I know, Rob is happily married.

He has a couple kids. He's running a hamburger shop

back east somewhere. I'm not quite sure where.

But I always wonder, if he could come back, would he?

I don't know. I have no idea who the Rob Black is now,

or who Robert Zicari is nowadays.

'Cause I wonder, is he still Rob Black?

-And... action. -Honey, why are you so worked up?

-Everything's gonna be okay. -They turned their backs on me.

I'm playing with dolls. I'm done with all that.

It's gonna be a new me.

People are gonna regret what they did to me.

-What are you talking about? -You'll see, you'll see.

-I gotta get something to drink. -I'm dying over here.

Turn their backs on him?

Cut.

IN MEMORY OF JEROME YOUNG AKA NEW JACK

Translated by: David Benke Iyuno-SDI Group