Post by tirri on Oct 2, 2022 14:48:41 GMT -5
“Why am I a wrestler?”
We hear the voice of the one and only Donny Mason, the YEETopotamus Rex himself from a dark screen, which then fades in to show him leaning against a weight-rack. He is dressed in his gym clothes, wearing a relaxed smile on his face.
“Do you want the short answer or the long answer?”
He pauses for a moment, pretending to wait for a reply before nodding.
“My father.”
Donny throws up a pair of thumbs and the screen fades to black with what looks like mock credits rolling. “Written by Donny Mason, Produced by Donny Mason, Directed by Donny Mason” etc. Then the view fades to black… only to be cut short by a burst of laughter and the Englishman fades back to view.
“I just had to. Anyway, Yeah. That’s the short answer. I’m serious. But I guess you guys want some context. Time to get comfortable, it’s story time with the YEETmaster.”
He sits down on the nearby bench press and crosses his arms.
“In case some of you never heard my story, I never knew my father growing up. He left my mum before I was born, and she never told me anything about him. She raised me on her own. And if nothing else, she passed down to me a love of wrestling. We used to sit down in the living room watching either live shows from telly or one of her dozens of wrestling tapes. Most were about a particular guy. Don Tirri. Her biggest favorite. As a kid I didn’t really question it or look further into it. Maybe it was through osmosis or a case of Stockholm syndrome, but I grew to like his wrestling too.”
Donny pauses and lets off a short sigh. It’s clear that he is dealing with some painful memories.
“This continued until I was in my late teens. Just a few years ago actually. She was diagnosed with cancer. For a full year she fought it and nearly beat it. But on Christmas night 2018 she passed away. I visited her that night and she finally told me who my father was.”
He offers a melancholic smile to the camera.
“I bet even those who haven’t heard this story can already put two and two together. My father is Don Tirri. The circumstances of his departure from England had always been unclear. But they were drastic enough that mum never got the chance to tell him about me. He didn’t know.”
Donny stands up and stretches a bit, his hand resting for a split second over his chest, the picture of him and his father holding the Levelup Multiplayer titles embossed on the shirt.
“As her last wish my mum asked me to go and find him. Tell him about me. So I did. I packed my bags and went off to the USA to find him. And find him I did. In Reno, Nevada, working for an upstart promotion based there. Without boring you with details, we hit it off, I told him who I was and… one thing led to another and he asked me if I wanted to wrestle myself. Well of course I did.”
A short pause as Donny gathers his thoughts.
“I had always been a big, athletic kid. But I never found the sport for me. Until Pops put me through the paces on the practice ring he had erected in his backyard. It was love at first bump. I knew I was born to do this. I knew this was what I wanted to do. And it turned out I wasn’t half bad at it either. Whatever flaws Pops had that had prevented him from making it to the big time, hadn’t been passed down to me. I’m bigger than him. Stronger than him. Faster than him. Smarter than him. And he does his very best to fix the one thing he has over me, experience, by constantly helping me improve. Teaching and testing.”
Donny walks over to the corner that houses a small glass case with two title belts on it. He rests his palm on the top one for a second before continuing.
“He opened a door to a world I had only witnessed from the other side. He showed me that I had potential. He gave me purpose in life after I had lost it.”
Donny turns to face the camera and smiles.
“I am a professional wrestler because of my father. “
We hear the voice of the one and only Donny Mason, the YEETopotamus Rex himself from a dark screen, which then fades in to show him leaning against a weight-rack. He is dressed in his gym clothes, wearing a relaxed smile on his face.
“Do you want the short answer or the long answer?”
He pauses for a moment, pretending to wait for a reply before nodding.
“My father.”
Donny throws up a pair of thumbs and the screen fades to black with what looks like mock credits rolling. “Written by Donny Mason, Produced by Donny Mason, Directed by Donny Mason” etc. Then the view fades to black… only to be cut short by a burst of laughter and the Englishman fades back to view.
“I just had to. Anyway, Yeah. That’s the short answer. I’m serious. But I guess you guys want some context. Time to get comfortable, it’s story time with the YEETmaster.”
He sits down on the nearby bench press and crosses his arms.
“In case some of you never heard my story, I never knew my father growing up. He left my mum before I was born, and she never told me anything about him. She raised me on her own. And if nothing else, she passed down to me a love of wrestling. We used to sit down in the living room watching either live shows from telly or one of her dozens of wrestling tapes. Most were about a particular guy. Don Tirri. Her biggest favorite. As a kid I didn’t really question it or look further into it. Maybe it was through osmosis or a case of Stockholm syndrome, but I grew to like his wrestling too.”
Donny pauses and lets off a short sigh. It’s clear that he is dealing with some painful memories.
“This continued until I was in my late teens. Just a few years ago actually. She was diagnosed with cancer. For a full year she fought it and nearly beat it. But on Christmas night 2018 she passed away. I visited her that night and she finally told me who my father was.”
He offers a melancholic smile to the camera.
“I bet even those who haven’t heard this story can already put two and two together. My father is Don Tirri. The circumstances of his departure from England had always been unclear. But they were drastic enough that mum never got the chance to tell him about me. He didn’t know.”
Donny stands up and stretches a bit, his hand resting for a split second over his chest, the picture of him and his father holding the Levelup Multiplayer titles embossed on the shirt.
“As her last wish my mum asked me to go and find him. Tell him about me. So I did. I packed my bags and went off to the USA to find him. And find him I did. In Reno, Nevada, working for an upstart promotion based there. Without boring you with details, we hit it off, I told him who I was and… one thing led to another and he asked me if I wanted to wrestle myself. Well of course I did.”
A short pause as Donny gathers his thoughts.
“I had always been a big, athletic kid. But I never found the sport for me. Until Pops put me through the paces on the practice ring he had erected in his backyard. It was love at first bump. I knew I was born to do this. I knew this was what I wanted to do. And it turned out I wasn’t half bad at it either. Whatever flaws Pops had that had prevented him from making it to the big time, hadn’t been passed down to me. I’m bigger than him. Stronger than him. Faster than him. Smarter than him. And he does his very best to fix the one thing he has over me, experience, by constantly helping me improve. Teaching and testing.”
Donny walks over to the corner that houses a small glass case with two title belts on it. He rests his palm on the top one for a second before continuing.
“He opened a door to a world I had only witnessed from the other side. He showed me that I had potential. He gave me purpose in life after I had lost it.”
Donny turns to face the camera and smiles.
“I am a professional wrestler because of my father. “