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FROM "THE ICEMAN DIARIES" chapter 'Fun and Games With James Lights Out Toney' By Iceman John Scully:
Being in camp with James, though, you are kind of obligated to go at the champ's pace and for Bronco and the cruiserweight named Vic it came down to you either join the fun or you BECOME the fun. So, on only our second day there in the Poconos, (July 19th) the pair decided to join forces with James and Bronco's first mission was to SET ME UP!! I was in my room that day, only a couple hours after they tried to drown me, when Bronco knocked on the door. I let him in and watched him as he nervously walked around my room asking me "What's up?" and "What's new?" and other odd questions in a manner that told me he didn't really care what the answers were. I could tell by the look on his face that he was up to something but I just couldn't quite put my finger on it. It almost seemed like he was casing the joint for a late night break in or something. When he decided to leave he asked me to see him to the door. A strange request and I have no idea why I did but I walked him to the door to kind of see him out. Just before the door shut all the way, though, a big size thirteen foot plopped down between the door and the frame and I immediately realized I had just been set up!! Before I could even set myself to try and stop these guys I had James Toney, Jimmy Griggs and Vic the nervous heavyweight pushing me back into the room and on to my bed where they proceeded to jump me. I figured it was just going to be a plain old beat down until I heard that terrible sound I had heard so much about: The BZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz of cordless electric clippers! I was like "What?? These guys were serious about that?? These guys really shaved peoples heads??"
The only thing that gave me any sense of relief was that I knew my main man, my roommate and teammate Andy Sarkozy, was in the next bed over and surely he would be there to act as back-up for me. There would be no hair cut today for the Iceman, right?? WRONG! Andy did yell at these boys but it wasn't exactly what I expected and hoped to hear from him.
"Don't put him on my bed!!," Andy screamed. (Thanks, Drew)
James was all over me when I heard the "BZZZzzzzzzzzz" of the clippers right near my ear and I knew I was in trouble. As a fighter I knew I had to defend myself, get something out there to show these clowns I was serious about not wanting a haircut. So I screamed "Stop... STOP!! I can't breathe! I've got asthma!! (I don't really have asthma and it's lucky for me that I didn't because they didn't stop for one second and would have let me suffocate). After what seemed like a long time, they jumped off of me and ran out of the room. I ran to the mirror and somehow I was able to protect myself well enough that they didn't get my hair. No hair cut for me. I had warded off my attackers successfully. Or so I thought. Usually I could feel the tail that I had in the back of my head because I had several beads woven into the bottom of it and I could always feel them dangling lightly on the back of my neck whenever I moved. I was on the phone a few minutes after my attack with my friend (Dino Gentile) back home, bragging to him how I was one guy that James and the boys weren't going to "get got" on this trip. All of a sudden it dawned on me that the beads were hitting my back quite a bit lower than usual. Did my tail grow three or four inches over night?
I reached back and grabbed a hold of the tail... and brought it back around to the front of my body and held it in my hand, looking at it without the usual aid of a mirror. These maniacs had cut my tail off!!! (My father wanted to personally thank James after he heard the news). Andy, my partner, never moved once the whole time.
I had only been at the Fernwood Resort for just twenty some odd hours at this point and so far things just weren't going my way and we still had two weeks to go.
July 20, 1993: "Sparred six hard rounds with Bronco. The 5th round was SEVEN minutes long. I felt strong, my defense was great. Bronco can really crack with combinations, though. Especially when he gets his right hook through"
It was around this time that I decided becoming a traitor would not be such a bad idea. I pledged my allegiance to the James Toney team and was welcomed with open arms. I was then, on my first mission, given the job of ransacking Bronco and Vic's room while they were out. (Apparently loyalty didn't count for much with old James). James and I sneaked in one day and went around the room sabotaging everything we could find. I tied Bronco's sparring gloves to the night stand table so when he picked them up the whole table would come crashing down. We shaving creamed some things. Unscrewed some light bulbs. My personal favorite was putting some cologne in their toothpaste tube.
I can't even tell you what James did to Bronco's shampoo!
Flashback: July 24, 1993. Jimmy Griggs, heavyweight Bruce Seldon and I went to the Fernwood cafeteria where "Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes" were playing tonight. We sat less than ten feet away from them on the floor. Bruce was really into it, clapping and singing along with the music. I told the lead singer that their biggest hit, "If You Don't Know Me By Now," was one of my favorite songs. They sang it twice.
For the next few days it was just day and night of this. It got crazy enough that less than forty-eight hours after we got there Andy and I were forced to change rooms. James had warned us about making such a move, too. He said "It's no problem if you do. I will just take the door off the hinges and pay them for it later." There is no doubt in my mind that he was serious but we figured it was better to be out of range from this maniac as long as we could. I mean, I have a picture at home that we took of our hotel room door after James had tried to get in one day after I did something to him -I forget what- and when he couldn't get in the room he left a message for us in shaving cream on the outside of the door so we, along with any guests that happened to walk by, would be able to read it as we approached. It said "John, you B****! You are DEAD! I am the best! James."
Being in camp with James, though, you are kind of obligated to go at the champ's pace and for Bronco and the cruiserweight named Vic it came down to you either join the fun or you BECOME the fun. So, on only our second day there in the Poconos, (July 19th) the pair decided to join forces with James and Bronco's first mission was to SET ME UP!! I was in my room that day, only a couple hours after they tried to drown me, when Bronco knocked on the door. I let him in and watched him as he nervously walked around my room asking me "What's up?" and "What's new?" and other odd questions in a manner that told me he didn't really care what the answers were. I could tell by the look on his face that he was up to something but I just couldn't quite put my finger on it. It almost seemed like he was casing the joint for a late night break in or something. When he decided to leave he asked me to see him to the door. A strange request and I have no idea why I did but I walked him to the door to kind of see him out. Just before the door shut all the way, though, a big size thirteen foot plopped down between the door and the frame and I immediately realized I had just been set up!! Before I could even set myself to try and stop these guys I had James Toney, Jimmy Griggs and Vic the nervous heavyweight pushing me back into the room and on to my bed where they proceeded to jump me. I figured it was just going to be a plain old beat down until I heard that terrible sound I had heard so much about: The BZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz of cordless electric clippers! I was like "What?? These guys were serious about that?? These guys really shaved peoples heads??"
The only thing that gave me any sense of relief was that I knew my main man, my roommate and teammate Andy Sarkozy, was in the next bed over and surely he would be there to act as back-up for me. There would be no hair cut today for the Iceman, right?? WRONG! Andy did yell at these boys but it wasn't exactly what I expected and hoped to hear from him.
"Don't put him on my bed!!," Andy screamed. (Thanks, Drew)
James was all over me when I heard the "BZZZzzzzzzzzz" of the clippers right near my ear and I knew I was in trouble. As a fighter I knew I had to defend myself, get something out there to show these clowns I was serious about not wanting a haircut. So I screamed "Stop... STOP!! I can't breathe! I've got asthma!! (I don't really have asthma and it's lucky for me that I didn't because they didn't stop for one second and would have let me suffocate). After what seemed like a long time, they jumped off of me and ran out of the room. I ran to the mirror and somehow I was able to protect myself well enough that they didn't get my hair. No hair cut for me. I had warded off my attackers successfully. Or so I thought. Usually I could feel the tail that I had in the back of my head because I had several beads woven into the bottom of it and I could always feel them dangling lightly on the back of my neck whenever I moved. I was on the phone a few minutes after my attack with my friend (Dino Gentile) back home, bragging to him how I was one guy that James and the boys weren't going to "get got" on this trip. All of a sudden it dawned on me that the beads were hitting my back quite a bit lower than usual. Did my tail grow three or four inches over night?
I reached back and grabbed a hold of the tail... and brought it back around to the front of my body and held it in my hand, looking at it without the usual aid of a mirror. These maniacs had cut my tail off!!! (My father wanted to personally thank James after he heard the news). Andy, my partner, never moved once the whole time.
I had only been at the Fernwood Resort for just twenty some odd hours at this point and so far things just weren't going my way and we still had two weeks to go.
July 20, 1993: "Sparred six hard rounds with Bronco. The 5th round was SEVEN minutes long. I felt strong, my defense was great. Bronco can really crack with combinations, though. Especially when he gets his right hook through"
It was around this time that I decided becoming a traitor would not be such a bad idea. I pledged my allegiance to the James Toney team and was welcomed with open arms. I was then, on my first mission, given the job of ransacking Bronco and Vic's room while they were out. (Apparently loyalty didn't count for much with old James). James and I sneaked in one day and went around the room sabotaging everything we could find. I tied Bronco's sparring gloves to the night stand table so when he picked them up the whole table would come crashing down. We shaving creamed some things. Unscrewed some light bulbs. My personal favorite was putting some cologne in their toothpaste tube.
I can't even tell you what James did to Bronco's shampoo!
Flashback: July 24, 1993. Jimmy Griggs, heavyweight Bruce Seldon and I went to the Fernwood cafeteria where "Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes" were playing tonight. We sat less than ten feet away from them on the floor. Bruce was really into it, clapping and singing along with the music. I told the lead singer that their biggest hit, "If You Don't Know Me By Now," was one of my favorite songs. They sang it twice.
For the next few days it was just day and night of this. It got crazy enough that less than forty-eight hours after we got there Andy and I were forced to change rooms. James had warned us about making such a move, too. He said "It's no problem if you do. I will just take the door off the hinges and pay them for it later." There is no doubt in my mind that he was serious but we figured it was better to be out of range from this maniac as long as we could. I mean, I have a picture at home that we took of our hotel room door after James had tried to get in one day after I did something to him -I forget what- and when he couldn't get in the room he left a message for us in shaving cream on the outside of the door so we, along with any guests that happened to walk by, would be able to read it as we approached. It said "John, you B****! You are DEAD! I am the best! James."
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