Why am I a Wrestler?
Sept 30, 2022 22:21:55 GMT -5
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Post by DiOGee on Sept 30, 2022 22:21:55 GMT -5
"Good Morning boys and girls! I'm your Substitute Teacher. My name is Mr. Buckworth.."
A typical classroom setting. About 20-25 kids in total took up chairs attached to desks like it was as classic of a classroom scene as you could imagine.
"The topic for today is 'What would you like to be when you grow up'?" The teacher scans the class, finding the first student that catches his eye. "You over there in the Jean shirt. What'chu wanna be when you grow up?"
"I would like to be a Police Officer!" The little blonde haired, blue eyed kid says.
"Alright, that's a pretty good profession.." The teacher forces a smile and looks to find another Student to participate. "You over there in that black shirt. What'chu you wanna be when you grow up?"
An even softer spoken child speaks up and answers. "I would like to be a fireman!"
"Alright, that's a pretty good Profession too.." For a third time, the Teacher named Mr. Buckworth looks around at his students. Finding one face not looking forward, he calls on that student to get involved. "Hey! You in the back with those Shades on.. What's your name?"
A mop haired kid with sunglasses and a smile on his face pops up in his chair and nods to the teacher. "Hey, I'm Cashe!"
"Alright Cashe, what'chu wanna be when you grow up?"
Leaning back in the chair that connects to his desk, Young Cashe offers no hesitation. "I wanna be a Motherfuckin Hustler! You better ask somebody!"
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"Wait…" Finally I seen the look in her eyes as she realized the picture I was painting wasn't a story of my own past. "That's the intro to a Snoop Dogg song right?"
I laughed. Her eyes would smile before her mouth did, I noticed these small things about her because I loved her details. She was being helpful. I needed to answer why I was a Wrestler and she was helping me bring those answers to the surface. Josslynn Spencer had the deed to a large part of that beating muscle engine inside my chest. I didn't give that land to many and I've been doing this for a LOOONG time! Where to even begin?
"I didn't love this business before I found myself in it." I said with a serious draw to my voice. Her smile faded as I spoke. "As a kid, I was running the streets to see something on TV. I hated being at home.. But imagine this white boy running around in Atlanta trying to roll the dice as more of a Minority than any person of Color. Everyday was a struggle to not get my ass whooped, robbed, arrested or worse."
I wasn't comfortable with this self pity memory lane boooshit. Josslynn slid her hand over and took mine.
"A friend of mine named Roger. He lived across the street from me. Probably the first friend I ever had.. He loved Wrestling! That boy would make his own gear, name what moves he wanted to do, whole nine!
I was about 17 when I ran into some Wrestlers at a Diner. They said nobody would expect a kid to take someone out during a match. I was down. Not because I wanted the job but because the night before that? Roger was shot. We were coming out of the corner store and he was standing just enough in front of me to take the bullet.."
Letting myself sigh a little. It had been a while since I put any thought to any of this. Josslynn squeezed my hand. "So you're a Wrestler because of your friend who died?"
"Not exactly.." My head bobbed from left to right a few times. "I took that job because I knew he would have. I'm a Pro Wrestler because I felt that energy. The lifestyle, the ability to put fists to smile bones while most cops or fans will just assume we are playing a role. It's a drug!"
"You were this close to making a full Face turn!" Josslynn holds her thumb and index fingers apart, maybe an inch.
"I swing dick because I am one. I like less than a few and dislike more than a little. Lemme tell you.. That's why I do what I do because I do what I do and I enjoy doing it. Do I need more of a reason? I wouldn't have made it as a Bowler, how about that?"
A typical classroom setting. About 20-25 kids in total took up chairs attached to desks like it was as classic of a classroom scene as you could imagine.
"The topic for today is 'What would you like to be when you grow up'?" The teacher scans the class, finding the first student that catches his eye. "You over there in the Jean shirt. What'chu wanna be when you grow up?"
"I would like to be a Police Officer!" The little blonde haired, blue eyed kid says.
"Alright, that's a pretty good profession.." The teacher forces a smile and looks to find another Student to participate. "You over there in that black shirt. What'chu you wanna be when you grow up?"
An even softer spoken child speaks up and answers. "I would like to be a fireman!"
"Alright, that's a pretty good Profession too.." For a third time, the Teacher named Mr. Buckworth looks around at his students. Finding one face not looking forward, he calls on that student to get involved. "Hey! You in the back with those Shades on.. What's your name?"
A mop haired kid with sunglasses and a smile on his face pops up in his chair and nods to the teacher. "Hey, I'm Cashe!"
"Alright Cashe, what'chu wanna be when you grow up?"
Leaning back in the chair that connects to his desk, Young Cashe offers no hesitation. "I wanna be a Motherfuckin Hustler! You better ask somebody!"
.
..
…
"Wait…" Finally I seen the look in her eyes as she realized the picture I was painting wasn't a story of my own past. "That's the intro to a Snoop Dogg song right?"
I laughed. Her eyes would smile before her mouth did, I noticed these small things about her because I loved her details. She was being helpful. I needed to answer why I was a Wrestler and she was helping me bring those answers to the surface. Josslynn Spencer had the deed to a large part of that beating muscle engine inside my chest. I didn't give that land to many and I've been doing this for a LOOONG time! Where to even begin?
"I didn't love this business before I found myself in it." I said with a serious draw to my voice. Her smile faded as I spoke. "As a kid, I was running the streets to see something on TV. I hated being at home.. But imagine this white boy running around in Atlanta trying to roll the dice as more of a Minority than any person of Color. Everyday was a struggle to not get my ass whooped, robbed, arrested or worse."
I wasn't comfortable with this self pity memory lane boooshit. Josslynn slid her hand over and took mine.
"A friend of mine named Roger. He lived across the street from me. Probably the first friend I ever had.. He loved Wrestling! That boy would make his own gear, name what moves he wanted to do, whole nine!
I was about 17 when I ran into some Wrestlers at a Diner. They said nobody would expect a kid to take someone out during a match. I was down. Not because I wanted the job but because the night before that? Roger was shot. We were coming out of the corner store and he was standing just enough in front of me to take the bullet.."
Letting myself sigh a little. It had been a while since I put any thought to any of this. Josslynn squeezed my hand. "So you're a Wrestler because of your friend who died?"
"Not exactly.." My head bobbed from left to right a few times. "I took that job because I knew he would have. I'm a Pro Wrestler because I felt that energy. The lifestyle, the ability to put fists to smile bones while most cops or fans will just assume we are playing a role. It's a drug!"
"You were this close to making a full Face turn!" Josslynn holds her thumb and index fingers apart, maybe an inch.
"I swing dick because I am one. I like less than a few and dislike more than a little. Lemme tell you.. That's why I do what I do because I do what I do and I enjoy doing it. Do I need more of a reason? I wouldn't have made it as a Bowler, how about that?"