First of all, let me start off by saying that working a good full time job with a whole lot of overtime available, I’ve really never been in a position to leave advance ticket money in PayPal so when I say you to that having to transfer balances into a bank account after 18 years of running professional wrestling shows, I am NOT bullshitting you when I tell you that it slipped my mind last week with everything else going on. Last night when the show was going on, some of you may have seen me counting money over and over again, counting tickets over and over again…. we just could not figure out where a good chunk of money had disappeared to….and then we realized. Duh, it’s still in PayPal.

I went directly to Jeff and explained to him the situation. Told him I would even take the money to Henderson, TN MYSELF, as soon as it cleared the bank account. Jeff was mad, but he agreed. He looked me directly in the eye and drunkenly said, “I’m gonna shake your hand, now go get the money you have so I can get the fuck out of here.” So I walked out of the locker room, back into the arena to get the money from Misty. When I got back into the dressing room, Jeff was screaming at my son and Reed Bentley, as if this was some kind of conspiracy going on to fuck Jeff Jarrett.

Then he started screaming at more people that had absolutely nothing to do with his pay, and at that time John Calvin informed me that Jeff had his glasses. He didn’t tell me yet that Jeff snatched them off his face, or struck him to get them, just that he had them and was threatening to break them. I informed Jeff that he was being absolutely ridiculous, He said he would give the glasses back as soon as Reed came outside, like somehow this was Reed’s fault. After getting the glasses back I told John Calvin to get inside.

Jeff then proceeds to tell Reed, NOT ME, who was every bit at fault, but Reed that he was going to kill him and this would be a night he never forgets. I tell Jeff Jarrett, “I don’t know why you’re talking to him like that for, he has absolutely nothing to do with this.” Then he goes into this tirade in the hallway on everybody that they will never work for him, they will never get to the next level if they continue to work for me. I kid you not, this brought legitimate laughter from the guys in my locker room.

THEN came the class that is Karen Jarrett. Acting like taking this business to the crowd was going to get them paid. Her first class act of the night, when we were joking around with Jeff about being King of the Hill instead of King of the Mountain, Karen proceeds to grab Jeffs… ummm… package and says, “THIS is what makes him King of the Mountain!”

I digress, Karen goes out to the ring, interrupts Drake and proceeds to tell people that I am a piece of shit that doesn’t pay anybody. What you may fail to realize here is yes, I made a serious mistake but I wasn’t letting Jeff Jarrett go home with everything and the other guys on the card get nothing. I figured when I asked him for the opportunity for 3 days and that I would take the money to TN, and he shook my hand and told me to go get the money, that this thing was over and while he was pissed, and I understand, he would still take me at my word and at least give me the three days. Then, after the whole thing is over and he has left the building, I get told by multiple people that he put his hands on my son. That he knocked the glasses off of his face in taking them. While John Calvin does turn 18 in a month, he is 17 years old. Has nothing to do with the money of IWA. The same as anybody else. Now, notice he didn’t put his hands on me or Reed, who he would scream death threats to, but tried to bully a 17 year old kid while he knew I wasn’t around and was out getting his money. All he was being was a drunk bully.

Don’t get me wrong, I take full responsibility for the stupid bonehead move that was on my part, but the Jarretts reactions were ridiculous. It was ME. It was all on ME. To be screaming at ring announcers, referees, and other wrestlers is crazy. Threaten ME, threaten MY life, hell, smack MY face… which brings me to another thing, real quick. Everybody tells me, “If it was me, I would have whooped his ass!” but if I had known about the situation before Jeff left, and whooped his ass, all over the internet would have been “Ian Rotten didn’t pay Jeff Jarrett AND he whooped his ass!!” I was in the wrong and tried to handle this as professionally as I could.

For my entire dressing room, who had to be a part of that scene, to you the fans, to Drake Younger… I cannot apologize enough of how I am ashamed and embarrassed this whole situation took place, but it was an honest mistake. We have been doing everything we can to regain our status in Indie Wrestling, I know this is a setback, and unfortunately it was an avoidable setback, but in the end, Mr. and Mrs. Jarrett will be sorry also. I am telling you, if you can’t go 5 hours without a drink, you have a problem. Considering this and the shenanigans the night before at Dreamwave, they have a problem. Now they’re problem will be explaining to everyone why, when he had every right to punch me in the face and I would have given him one, he chose to put his hands on a minor. The answer to this is simple: He was drunk and out of control. You may agree with me, you may not agree with me but I did the best I could given the circumstances. I could do like other promoters and run off, which I have been a part of shows that that has happened on. I looked Jeff in the eye, I faced him face to face, and told him of the situation and had every intentions of making this promise good as soon as the money was in the bank. Jeff lives about 3 hours away from me.

I could have chalked it up a little easier if he had took at a shot at me or even Reed, but the fact that he went after a kid makes him nothing more than a bully and a coward. Mark my words, be happy that Patti Williams wasn’t there cause she wouldn’t have cared if we were in the right or the wrong, she would have given him the ass whooping Kurt Angle should have given him years ago.

With that said, since this is my blog, I will say this. You have the fucking balls to bitch to me when I give you half of your money -$1250- PLUS all the money you made in gimmicks which I KNOW you did because you had a line all night. Including selling that “commemorative” guitar for $150, of when I say to you “Jeff, you’ve made good money tonight.” “Ian, I can’t believe you call making $1250 good money.” I hate to think what you thought my money was when I was wrestling in Jarrett promotions in front of 5,000 people and my payday was $50. Driving over 6 hours a week, and my top paycheck I ever got from Jarrett promotions was $450 and that was for wrestling 7 days, twice on Saturday. Do the math on that one, asshole. Then again, this is just one asshole’s opinion.