Post by chrisavery on Jan 3, 2007 1:21:39 GMT -5
It was a very bright day. Birds chirping. Sun smiling to the blue sky like it was his own child. My mother was in a lot of pain that day. It wasn't bad pain though, it was joyful pain. I was being brought into the world that day. The bible says for every soul that burns out, a new one is born. Most that follow the bible, always thank that great soul that burnt out for them. Mostly because they don't know that soul. My story is different. I do know the soul. My grandma died thirty minutes before I was born. No one knew until a few hours afterwards. She died in our living room.
I only know her through her journal that she kept. In her journal she talks about how her husband ran out of her life when she had my aunt. He never came around ever, and was never seen or heard from again. In a similiar page, she breaks down what it seems to be my father. I have two older sisters that are just years older than me. When my mom told my father that she was pregnant for the third time, he ran out of our lives. Forever. My grandmother said he wasn't very strong inside, and never cared for my two sisters. I'm sure he never cared for me. So, as you can see, and what my grandmother wrote in her journal was that men in my family tree weren't very trust worthy, however, there was one. My great grandfather, my grandmas dad. He was always looking for a way to better himself.
On the last page of her journal, which I read to this day, she wrote that I was always destined for fame. That I was going to be 'gold-bound'. Gold bound? I never knew what this meant and I always wished she would have finished her page.
Two weeks ago I had a dream. I was dreaming about me standing on top of this table holding up to what I thought was a belt. A belt with a lot of gold on it. I woke up thinking all morning what the dream was all about, and what it meant to me. I turned on the TV to a wrestling commercial. WCF was in town. For one second in my life, for that one second that felt like everything paused. I saw a sign. I was destined to become a wrestler on the national level. A Wrestling Championship Federation wrestler. The largest wrestling company in the world. Three days ago I signed up for a walk-on wrestler. Within hours they saw my try-out in the ring, and work out on their equipment. I was packing my clothes in their locker room when this suit gave me a contract. I signed with the Wrestling Championship Federation.
I woke up today and was contacted by WCF management for a debut match this Sunday at Slam. I'm to travel by plane to the arena and live, on Sunday Slam, i'm going to wrestle in front of thousands of fans, and over ten million fans world-wide on Television. One has to wonder is this what i'm really meant for? Is this why i'm here? Is this what my grandmother wanted me to do?
I can't answer that, but I can tell you more about me. I graduated high school back in June, and from then I've been in and out of more jobs than Paris Hilton or Nichole Richie. My mother would kill me if she were to find out I signed up to become a wrestler. I was always the baby, you know? Mommas babies aren't meant for war or pain. I guess we'll see. I'm not going to tell her anytime soon though. As for my sisters? They know. One lives in New Jersey, she just turned twenty two. My other sister who is twenty lives down the block. I turned nineteen two months ago. This is a pretty wild life. The streets of Chi-Town. Chicago, for all those who don't know what that means.
For more on my life is just another story for another day, but with all that said, is Wrestling Championship Federation ready for me? Am I ready for Wrestling Championship Federation? Questions that only time could tell. I do know one thing for sure. I have to thank the soul that burnt out for me. Without her, I'd never be here.
I only know her through her journal that she kept. In her journal she talks about how her husband ran out of her life when she had my aunt. He never came around ever, and was never seen or heard from again. In a similiar page, she breaks down what it seems to be my father. I have two older sisters that are just years older than me. When my mom told my father that she was pregnant for the third time, he ran out of our lives. Forever. My grandmother said he wasn't very strong inside, and never cared for my two sisters. I'm sure he never cared for me. So, as you can see, and what my grandmother wrote in her journal was that men in my family tree weren't very trust worthy, however, there was one. My great grandfather, my grandmas dad. He was always looking for a way to better himself.
On the last page of her journal, which I read to this day, she wrote that I was always destined for fame. That I was going to be 'gold-bound'. Gold bound? I never knew what this meant and I always wished she would have finished her page.
Two weeks ago I had a dream. I was dreaming about me standing on top of this table holding up to what I thought was a belt. A belt with a lot of gold on it. I woke up thinking all morning what the dream was all about, and what it meant to me. I turned on the TV to a wrestling commercial. WCF was in town. For one second in my life, for that one second that felt like everything paused. I saw a sign. I was destined to become a wrestler on the national level. A Wrestling Championship Federation wrestler. The largest wrestling company in the world. Three days ago I signed up for a walk-on wrestler. Within hours they saw my try-out in the ring, and work out on their equipment. I was packing my clothes in their locker room when this suit gave me a contract. I signed with the Wrestling Championship Federation.
I woke up today and was contacted by WCF management for a debut match this Sunday at Slam. I'm to travel by plane to the arena and live, on Sunday Slam, i'm going to wrestle in front of thousands of fans, and over ten million fans world-wide on Television. One has to wonder is this what i'm really meant for? Is this why i'm here? Is this what my grandmother wanted me to do?
I can't answer that, but I can tell you more about me. I graduated high school back in June, and from then I've been in and out of more jobs than Paris Hilton or Nichole Richie. My mother would kill me if she were to find out I signed up to become a wrestler. I was always the baby, you know? Mommas babies aren't meant for war or pain. I guess we'll see. I'm not going to tell her anytime soon though. As for my sisters? They know. One lives in New Jersey, she just turned twenty two. My other sister who is twenty lives down the block. I turned nineteen two months ago. This is a pretty wild life. The streets of Chi-Town. Chicago, for all those who don't know what that means.
For more on my life is just another story for another day, but with all that said, is Wrestling Championship Federation ready for me? Am I ready for Wrestling Championship Federation? Questions that only time could tell. I do know one thing for sure. I have to thank the soul that burnt out for me. Without her, I'd never be here.
