I’ve been doing “D” rated movie stunts most my career. In May 1998, I heard one day that the producers of Armageddon were hiring quality stunt men with little experience needed and a lot of guts. They hired me almost instantly. They told me it was going to be a stunt that would be seen around the world.
I’ve done plenty of stunts. Most jobs were just to fight the main actors, some were just to take a beating. Car and boat chases, set a flame, thrown through walls, and some explosions these are just some of the stunts I signed up for. I have never done a stunt with height involved before.
The day has finally come, the day I might add I was looking forward too. It was suppose to be one of the biggest stunts I’ve done my whole career. They said they wanted to make it look real, so I was told we would be at the top of a city building to perform the stunt and since budget was increased they were going to add something extra.
I was excited. Sweat rolling down my brow. Waiting……. All I wanted to hear was that one word. ACTION!
All I was suppose to do was run towards the ledge, with a small explosion behind me. Grab the ledge, hang on and pull myself back up. It seemed simple enough. Then I heard the explosion, and then I saw the ledge go flying past me.
Grab the ledge, Grab the LEDGE, GRAB THE LEDGE!!!!!!
I tried to grab a hold but it was just too far and way too late . I wished with every fiber of my body that I would just appear back on the ledge but that was never going to happen. I smiled as the ledge finally disappeared.
“What a hell of a way to go, with a nice big bang.”
As I was falling, debri and dead co-workers fall around me. Most bodies burned beyond recognition, destroyed from the blast. Pieces of the building smashing into me. Everyone says that when you’re about to die your life flashes before your eyes. I wasn’t seeing anything. Then I realized that nobody watches “D” rated films.
“Here it comes.” The fall is about to end. All I did was close my eyes and wait. I felt the hard embrace of the ground, then my whole body felt wet. No Pain.
This must be how it feels when you’re laying in your own puddle of blood. It felt calming as tho I was floating in water. I figured what the hell, lets see what’s the last thing I’ll see before I go. As I began to open my eyes I heard waves crashing, seagulls crying, kids playing and people standing over me.
“Where am I…..?” Was it all a dream.
“You’re on the beach.” I was told.
“The beach? I thought I was in New York.”
“No, you’re in Florida. Miami, Florida.”
I began to panic, hyperventilating and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Thoughts of New York and the set began flashing through my mind and then in a blink of an eye I was back in New York right behind the producers trailer. Screams and commotion were all around. I took out running, looking for anyone in charge. Moments later firefighter and police officers showed. It was chaos. Then I saw the debri of the building, the bodies laying about. They told me to be still and medical attention will be here.
I wasn’t dreaming, but why didn’t I die? How did I get in Florida? I look up to see the top of the building when suddenly a boulder size chunk of the building comes directly for me. I raise my hands in fear and in an instant the chunk disappears and ashes fall upon me. As I stood there in amazement, I didn’t notice the second piece break loose. It had to be a piece from the top floor, because when it smashed itself into my body it hurt like hell, but I was fine.
It took many years, and of course a nice settlement deal from Disney Studio helped, to finally figure out what I was. I’m a man that if the wrong people find out they’ll finish what the building started. Maybe I should take this guy Gavin up on his offer…….