An interview with North Fairview
Confidence, and not the quiet kind. That's the sort of aura that David North Fairview gives off. The man's rubbed people off the wrong way just about everywhere he's been. But has it been warranted? While earning a reputation as a bit of an ass, he's also won accolades
and garnered acclaim from some of today's most notable wrestling personalities.
Our curiosity piqued, we asked Mr. Fairview if we could interview him for this piece. After going through countless secretaries, we were finally able to schedule an appointment with the young grappler. He arrived at the PCW head office in style, catching stares from our employees with his sleek black BWM
516i, his swanky attire, and his two lovely assistants, Cindy and Britney Smith, who shadowed their charge throughout the interview.
Let me be the first to welcome you to
Pacific Coast, Mr. F--
Yeah yeah, whatever. Could we make this quick? I've got a meeting in a few hours that I can't miss.
A few hours? Surely you could spare some time for our readers out there who --
Clock's ticking, Curt.
The last name's "Curtis," David. With an "is."
Yeah, I'm sure it is. Hey, do me a favor. Call me "North," okay? I don't want my fans getting used to calling me by my first name.
Yes, that's actually my first question. Why not use David?
Eh? I don't know exactly, but its something my marketing manager came up with. It's supposed to "enhance my appeal" by giving me a "recognizeably unique" name. There are too many Davids in wrestling. Or at least, that's what they told me ...
For a wrestler, you're fairly rich --
-- and young. And talented. don't forget it.
-- and young and talented. and you've recently graduated from an Ivy league school with a degree in Business Economics.
Hey, that's why i came here today. To learn stuff about me that I ALREADY know. Hurry it up, Curtis.
Well... why? Why are you getting involved in the sport of kings? Why risk everything you have, whenever you're out there performing?
That's not a bad question. You seem to have that file there with you. You see all those amateur awards? All those NCAA titles? That AWA cruiserweight
title? That little blurb that says "reserve, US Olympic team, 2000 Olymics?" Any you're asking me why?
You're saying you're doing this... because you can...?
Damn straight, filth. I've known success wherever I've gone. It comes naturally to some people, I suppose. In college, I was grand master of the local chapter of the Alpha Phi Betans. In high school, I was part of the school basketball team. President of the Student Council. Prom King. Seventh grade? Took first place in the state debating cup. First grade? I won the most number of "happy cards." My classmates hated me for it, but who cared about them? My dad gave me a horse for that one.
A horse?!
Well, more like a pony. But that doesn't matter. Have YOU ever had a pony?
No ... moving on, you mentioned something about your dad ...
Shut it. My family's off-limits. We Fairviews like to keep to ourselves.
Yes, but your father was a wrestler in the --
Zip the lip, loser. you're not going anywhere with this, trust me. And hurry it up, will you? I've got an appointment, remember?
How could I forget? Okay then, what about these two fine ladies hanging around you? Are they going to be your valets?
Oh, Cindy and Britney? They're whatcha call "personal assistants." They help me out with my training, my work -- i have a life outside of wrestling, you know -- and ... other stuff. They don't know much about this business, but they're pretty smart,despite the fact that they're both blondes. They'll figure it out eventually. I hope.
It says here you wrested for the AWA for a while? So, you have professional experience?
Well, yes and no. I enrolled in their summer training camp two years ago. Naturally, I impressed the hell out of them, and they told me that they wanted to showcase my talents on a national level, so they had me work some matches with their roster. They weren't paying me or anything. Not that I needed the
money. I'm rich, you know.
Yes, I heard.
I won the cruiserweight belt in a month's time. I was gunning for the IC strap when the organization folded up. I thought about buying the outfit, but
decided against it. The talent they had wasn't up to my standards.
You're very confident, you know.
Oh, just come out with it. You think I'm a cocky bastard, right? Well, is it my fault? Honestly, with all the things written in that file... can you blame me for being who I am? I know I'm not the best ... but I'm getting there. I'm getting there faster than anyone will believe. You know what they called me in the AWA? "The Upstart."
And what is "The Upstart" North Fairview going to bring to the table for the PCW?
Everything. I'm cutting down on my corporate duties when the fed opens its doors. Cutting down on my high-rolling lifestyle. Well, at least, I'll be
trying to, hehe. What I'm saying, is that for now, the PCW will have my full attention. And whenever that happens ...
(points at the file of awards he's won)
... THAT happens. Clear?
...crystal.
Now if you'll excuse me, as much as I've enjoyed our little chat-- sh'yeah right-- I've got my aforementioned appointment to take care of.
As Fairview was leaving the office, I asked him casually what his appointwas was that he had to leave from his first public interview for the PCW. He turned
casually, flashing his pretty-boy smirk, before replying. "I'm going to sleep, Mr. Curtis. Good day."
[Posted 10.30.2002]
By Eugene Curtis