Post by facethedoll on Oct 7, 2022 9:50:09 GMT -5
When I was 22, I asked my older brother Kal why he’d become a wrestler. He looked at me and explained that while certain jobs had certain benefits, professional fighting had all of the ones he wanted. You got to travel, which suited his other profession of running whatever product someone needed taken from point a and left at point b. It paid well enough for what the job was. And it gave him the ability to be who he was without fear of losing said job, which was what happened every time he ever attempted to find ‘straight work.’ He was also really good at it.
When I was 26, I asked my younger brother Vincent why he’d become a wrestler. He is the quintessential quiet type, so he mulled his answer over for a long time. I sat there, eating my TBLTA ( Turkey, Bacon, Lettuce, Tomato, Avocado ) on toast, and I imagined what he was going to say. Of course, anyone who knows Vincent is going to tell you that anything you expect him to say, he’s going to say the opposite just out of spite. Vincent does most things out of spite, I find. One of the few things we have in common. Just when I thought he was going to speak, he took a huge bite of his steak, which he had lifted off his plate with his hands and began eating like a sandwich. It made people uncomfortable to see, and again, spite drove most of his decisions.
When Vincent did end up answering, He took a deep drink of his Guinness, and burped as he spoke. Of all the answers he was going to give me, ‘my junk looks great in tights’ was not on the list. But it made me laugh anyway.
Xavier, my other younger brother, He’s a talker. He loves the sound of his own voice and can not be convinced that you don’t. We were on a boat in the middle of the ocean. We were ‘fishing’ as we called it, which was really just sitting on the ass end of a boat with lines in the water getting obliterated off 30 year scotch. He looked at me and did that thing with his cheeks when he’s being dramatic. Which is most of the time.
“There are people in this world who are going to be famous. Known all over the world, by people from every different walk of life. Posters will be made of these people. Trading cards of their faces will be collected, graded and traded. And I don’t want to be one of them.
There are people who are going to be feared. People so powerful and dangerous that their name is whispered even in their absence. People who can silence a room just by being suspected of being near. People who take no shit, and do nothing but harm. And I don’t want to be one of them.
There are people who will win. People who will achieve things that no other can even dream of. They will not be lifted onto the shoulders of those they rise above. No, they will step onto the shoulders of everyone they ever meet, and will lift themselves to heights that no one has ever reached, and obtain golden rings that have never before been grasped. And I don’t want to be one of them.
I want to be all of them.”
Since entering this business not one person has asked me why I did so. I could take it as an insult. As if none of them care enough to ask. I’m not interesting enough to bother. But the truth of it all is that they don’t ask, because they don’t need to.
I am in this business because I am this business. I am not the single reason kind of fighter but the example that should be used when all others need something to be weighed and judged against. I am a fighter. I am unstoppable. I am intelligent and capable and everything else that my brothers were, plus so much more that my brothers were not.
One of them can’t get past his own ego. The other can’t let go of his past. The other can’t understand that the world revolves around the sun, and not around him.
But I know who I am. I know why I’m here. It’s not because I have to be. Or want to be. It’s because I deserve to be.
When I was 26, I asked my younger brother Vincent why he’d become a wrestler. He is the quintessential quiet type, so he mulled his answer over for a long time. I sat there, eating my TBLTA ( Turkey, Bacon, Lettuce, Tomato, Avocado ) on toast, and I imagined what he was going to say. Of course, anyone who knows Vincent is going to tell you that anything you expect him to say, he’s going to say the opposite just out of spite. Vincent does most things out of spite, I find. One of the few things we have in common. Just when I thought he was going to speak, he took a huge bite of his steak, which he had lifted off his plate with his hands and began eating like a sandwich. It made people uncomfortable to see, and again, spite drove most of his decisions.
When Vincent did end up answering, He took a deep drink of his Guinness, and burped as he spoke. Of all the answers he was going to give me, ‘my junk looks great in tights’ was not on the list. But it made me laugh anyway.
Xavier, my other younger brother, He’s a talker. He loves the sound of his own voice and can not be convinced that you don’t. We were on a boat in the middle of the ocean. We were ‘fishing’ as we called it, which was really just sitting on the ass end of a boat with lines in the water getting obliterated off 30 year scotch. He looked at me and did that thing with his cheeks when he’s being dramatic. Which is most of the time.
“There are people in this world who are going to be famous. Known all over the world, by people from every different walk of life. Posters will be made of these people. Trading cards of their faces will be collected, graded and traded. And I don’t want to be one of them.
There are people who are going to be feared. People so powerful and dangerous that their name is whispered even in their absence. People who can silence a room just by being suspected of being near. People who take no shit, and do nothing but harm. And I don’t want to be one of them.
There are people who will win. People who will achieve things that no other can even dream of. They will not be lifted onto the shoulders of those they rise above. No, they will step onto the shoulders of everyone they ever meet, and will lift themselves to heights that no one has ever reached, and obtain golden rings that have never before been grasped. And I don’t want to be one of them.
I want to be all of them.”
Since entering this business not one person has asked me why I did so. I could take it as an insult. As if none of them care enough to ask. I’m not interesting enough to bother. But the truth of it all is that they don’t ask, because they don’t need to.
I am in this business because I am this business. I am not the single reason kind of fighter but the example that should be used when all others need something to be weighed and judged against. I am a fighter. I am unstoppable. I am intelligent and capable and everything else that my brothers were, plus so much more that my brothers were not.
One of them can’t get past his own ego. The other can’t let go of his past. The other can’t understand that the world revolves around the sun, and not around him.
But I know who I am. I know why I’m here. It’s not because I have to be. Or want to be. It’s because I deserve to be.