Q: You have a little bit of a friendship with Taz. How did that come about and why did you guys click?
A: Well me and Taz we both live on the Island. Sometimes we’ll hang out and smoke some cigars and just talk about the biz. Taz is one of the most intelligent minds in the sport today. The man doesn’t get enough credit. He invented a lot of the maneuvers you see in the ring today he doesn’t get a lot of credit for. To top it off, he’s just like me. He’s just incredibly handsome and I think that’s why we get along so well.
Friedman can even get under Taz’s skin when they travel together. He said Friedman — whom he considers a good friend — might say something dumb checking into a hotel or trying to use the veteran’s preferred status to board a plane early.
“Two weeks in a row like he’s right behind me every time I go to the gate to get on the plane,” Taz said. “I’m like, ‘dude what are you doing?’ He goes, ‘No big deal. They’ll see us talking and they’ll think I’m like your kid or something or nephew or something.’ I’m like, alright. Then the next week he does the same thing, like he’s on my hip. I’m like, ‘bro, stop, get out of here,’ and he just starts cracking up.”
“He’s a pain in the ass there’s no doubt about that, but he’s our pain in the ass and he’s great,” Taz said.
i am. so sorry if i have ever used the phrase “i have an au where—” and led you to believe that there is an actual fic out there for you to read rather than, at best, a post where i explain the concept, and at worst it is simply something that lives in my brain