Charlie Hass anounced his retirement last night at a roh house show and won't be at roh mainia weekend vs the gold standard

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Nice Guys Finish Last

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We have much more to the story involving Griz- zly Redwood and Charlie Haas. After we went to press last week we were told by one wrestler who witnessed the entire thing that in their opinion, Grizzly was entirely at fault. “There’s a lot to it,” this person said. “Grizzly was basically bullying Charlie and totally picked the fight.” This person said he believe Charlie was drunk, and said Griz- zly went up to him, kicked his hat and stomped on it. He said Charlie kept his cool, but Grizzly stayed on him, yelling at him that he was drunk. Charlie finally backhanded him and Grizzly al- legedly went for a double-leg (the exact term was that he “charged him low”) and ate a knee to the face. Everyone jumped in, including Delirious, who as noted went nuts, and Charlie kept his cool for a minute and then flipped out and said he was finished. Several people tried to calm him down later, including, but surely not limited to, Deliri- ous, Jimmy Jacobs and Kevin Kelly (which was probably why Charlie went nuts on Kevin later), but he’d have none of it. “It was embarrassing for everyone involved.”

It was announced over the weekend that Grizzly was no longer with the company either. The ROH side said he was not fired, but that he was told not to come to New York because of the locker room fight, and when he heard that he quit. I don’t know if it was just scheduled to be a weekend suspension or what, but when he was told not to come he quit.

Which leads us to Grizzly Redwood’s side of the story, as told to me the Monday after WrestleMa- nia. “I’ll start off by saying no, no I was not hit for no reason and no I did not do what I did for no reason. No. No, I will not allow myself to be run down verbally anywhere, let alone in a locker room that I have been a part of for almost eight years. A locker room where I have worked my ass off to gain every ounce of respect I get from my family in the locker room. I understand being 5-foot-4 that it may be better for my physical well- being to just take it and walk away, but that is not in my nature.

At the ROH TV taping in Chicago just over a month ago I was scheduled to have a match with Charlie. We had been given six min- utes from my entrance to the finish and Charlie had a minute or two for an in-ring promo before- hand. Charlie didn’t seem to want to talk about the match and when he did it was him just tossing me around for a couple of minutes and the Haas of Pain. We didn’t get to that until shortly before show time so I had to change and hurry to take my spot at Gorilla which is a job I have been doing since December at all TV and iPPV events on top of my in ring and ring crew work. Right before the dark match started, while at my station, I asked Hunter (Delirious) if this was supposed to be a quick match. He said (while on his way to the pro- duction truck), you have the time on your sheet, do what you want in that time. When the dark match was over I sent someone to grab Charlie for me so I could discuss more about our match. There was one person next to me when Charlie came up and asked what I wanted. I told him our match was too short and I needed a hope spot or two to fill time, and not to make me look like shit. He began to attempt to tear me a new asshole. He was yelling about it not being a real match and there being no ref. So at this point I figured fuck this, he’s wrong. I showed him the production notes and pointed out where it said, “Bell match finish 6:00.” I said it’s a match and I need to get something. He started yelling about me not getting any moves, and just yelling for no reason. He stormed off, and halfway back to the locker room he stopped, looked back and yelled some more. I guess I should feel lucky that after almost eight years of working my ass off for ROH at the shows and helping at the school, that Charlie Haas was nice enough to give me a roll-up after his uninspired, dragged-out 5- minute in-ring promo before he didn’t sell a single strike I threw. Fast forward to Ashville, N.C. Shortly after the show started and before my match, Charlie decided for whatever reason to let me know how awful I look, how fat I am and how my gear is shit, and how he feels bad for whoever is in my match. After the match, not long after, I got through the curtain and Charlie started right back up, and at one point tried to get me to go to the ring (during someone’s match) to prove that the fans will say that he’s better. The entire time I thought Charlie was obviously drunk and had been all evening. I walked away and got changed, but stewed over how I was being treated, and that Charlie Haas who hadn’t even wrestled yet was drunk. There’s a line of professionalism, and being as drunk as he was before he was to be trusted to take care of someone in the ring, in my mind, crossed it. A few minutes passed and I was up talking with a couple people and saw Charlie standing at the curtain talking to someone and I just thought, fuck this. Fuck him for Chicago, fuck him for being drunk and fuck him for giving me shit for no reason all day. I walked up behind him and took the straw cowboy hat he was wearing off his head, put it on the ground and stepped on it. I walked away and when I looked back Charlie looked pissed and was pointing down at his hat. I walked over, picked it up, punted it in the air, batted it down, stepped on it and kicked it away. Then I walked back to my seat and sat down. Charlie Hass walked over, again still very drunk, and asked why I would mess with his gimmicks. I told him I did him a favor because it was an ugly hat. Charlie said, “You’re lucky I like you or I would beat the shit out of you.” He continued, “I’m so close to kick- ing your ass right now.” Now if you know me, you know that when pushed I can be a smart ass, and that’s exactly what I became. I responded to this by saying, “Well, I’m pretty lucky then. I don’t want to get my ass kicked.” Charlie asked if he thought I could beat him in a fight (a stupid question). I explained that he had 200 old ass pounds on me, what do you think? He decided to go on and on about his collegiate accolades, and when he stopped and turned to walk away he backhanded me right in the mouth. I was out of my seat on my ass and back up in maybe two seconds. I’m tough, not smart, and I went at Charlie. Guys got to Charlie and me before it could escalate and I was escorted outside away from the situation while bleeding pretty badly from a very split lip. Charlie went out and the live crowd had the full pleasure of Charlie being allowed to save face and bury people on his way out while wrestling drunk. Days later I was informed that Joe Koff didn’t want me on the shows. Unknown to Joe, I had given my notice to Hunter as I feel at this time I need to step back from wrestling for a while. I talked with Joe and he could give me no actual reason as to why I wasn’t allowed there. Yes, I played my part in the altercations with Charlie but I also am not going to allow myself to be bullied by a drunk member of the locker room. So after eight years of doing everything that has ever been asked of me and all my hard work in and out of the ring that was it.”

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