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>So how did you earn the nickname Friction?
>Friction was what I was all about. I never played soft. I wanted to feel that grind, that resistance, that pain... that burning heat just before skin began to rip and tear. Many of the guys at Decadence used lotions or lube, but not me. Spit was all I needed... it's all anyone needs if you're doin' it right... it was that sting... the raw pain that made it real. That was what I needed, what I craved. Hard men packed in that tight space, sweat drippin' down their muscled bodies, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh...
>Were you careful with who you trusted?
>Of course. In the wrestling business, being known for something like this could get you blackballed. At Decadence, you left your name at the door. It was a different world.
>Did anyone ever recgonize you?
>Maybe. But in those saunas and steam rooms, anonymity was sacred. In the wrestling business, we kayfabed the fans every night, it worked the same way at Decadance. You could be gettin' your asshole torn apart by someone one night, see the same guy pumpin' gas the next day and all you'd do was nod at each other.
