Post by Vincent Augustine on Dec 27, 2017 14:54:56 GMT -5
December 20th 2017 // Somewhere in California
We all have the quintessential moment when we realize who we are, what we want, and what we will do to achieve it. For some that can take years; manifesting when they get older, or as some would call it, as a midlife crisis. But for lucky few like me, we have that moment when we are young. For me that moment came at the tender age of 12, it was the first time I got a matt, the first time I wrestled. Sure that type of wrestling is different, and yet it is the same.
I’d love to sit here and tell you I was the bees knees, and that I couldn’t be touched, but sadly I kind of sucked, ok ok ok, I hella sucked, but that lack of skill pushed me, gave me desire and over time I became better. No I never won state, and no I was not the best in my weight class in High School, but I won more than I lost by the end, and that was a vast improvement.
Let me ask you something, would you settle for being normal, above average, or not quite the best? Yeah I didn’t think so, and neither did I. So I trained longer, more, and harder than before and you guessed it, I got better, but still wasn’t the best, and still wasn’t satisfied. So you guessed it, I gave up, ok not really but I kept training and then college ended, and well I was good, I was real good but not good enough.
There I was, fresh out of college, economics degree and no job. Some squirrely bald guy approached me, and well he had an offer that sounded great to me. Torture my body for the pleasure of everyone in the arena. How could I say no, and so I said yes and thus my career started.
Things were not all that flashy; it began in some guy’s backyard on a set of mattresses with wood posts and actual rope to create the squared circle. I’d love to tell you those were the best days of my life, but the truth is, those days hurt like no one’s business. My first match involved a chair shot to my head, and well, I lost due to be unconscious for about 20 seconds. Yeah, it’s no joke, chair shots hurt, they hurt real bad! But over time you get stronger, become tough, and you learn to handle it, sort of.
When I first started wrestling in high school my uncle told me I had to toughen up my skin, I didn’t know what that meant back then, I know what it means now. He said 1000 fights, that is how many it takes to make your skin like leather, and well he was right. Now I don’t know how many chair shots it takes to make your head like iron, but I have taken enough to tell you it’s a lot.
Five months of chair shots, ladder jumps, and every other crazy thing you see in the backyard wrestling circuit; and then the call came, the step up, no longer backyards, now it was small high school gyms. The ring was an actual wrestling ring, the ropes the real deal. Sure it was all old, kind of hand me downish, but it was the real deal, the next step.
To put it mildly I was finally going to make more money than I spent on Doctor’s visits. To say I was excited, well that would have been an understatement, I was going to make money, finally going to be able to stop asking for money from my family, god rest their souls.
And so for months I worked event after event, from Indie Company to Indie Company, slowly getting better, slowly growing my product if you would. Then it happened; I invited my parents to a performance, and their car crashed on the way. Some drunk 17 year old, he lived, my parents didn’t. Everything in my life squealed to a halt, my career, my everything. Days of not wrestling turned to weeks, turned to months, and a year later I was living out of box near my old high school.
Enter the squirrelly bald man again. Like before he had a proposition, and opportunity, and this time it wasn’t wrestling in backyards, that weird man had moved up. He ran his own regional promotion now, and I was the guy he wanted. Even told me he had spent months looking for me, and so the imperfect marriage, or more accurately his using of me began.
Two years I wrestled for this man, his name I will not say, sorry. But for two years I bled, I sweat, I remembered who I was, and for two years he made money off of me, he stole who I was and used my ideas for his gain. Then the contract ended, and so did my time with him. He took so much from me, so much that I thought I would never be able to get in the ring again, and yet a new company came calling, and that itch struck.
We have all had the itch, the one you can’t scratch, the one that sets your brain on fire. Don’t deny it, don’t even pretend you don’t know what I mean. For some it may be something like chocolate, or maybe some beer, drugs, it doesn’t matter what it is, we all get that itch, and mine needed to be scratched, and so it began.
Now before you ask the question, I will answer what is on your mind. Why sit down and tell us this? It’s simple, I want you to know one thing, if there is only one thing you take from this, I’ve been around the block, and what I know, what I’ve done, it all adds up to one truth, I have arrived, and like it or not, I am not going to be going anywhere. Now if you don’t mind it’s time to get ready.
December 25th 2017 // Sin City (Las Vegas) Nevada.
What does the word Loner mean to you? I’ll give you minute while you contemplate it. Done? Good; now let me tell you what it means to me. It means happiness, so while all of you are enjoying your families, me, I’m doing what I do best, and that’s being alone. Don’t have any pity for me, lonely is what I want to be, it’s what I crave, and so on Christmas I am in Sin City Nevada. Why? Glad you asked, because it’s the only place that everything is still open on Christmas.
So while you sit with your family getting angry, feeling the hatred build at them, I’ll be enjoying a nice order of chicken and waffles at the café inside the Sunset Station. See family is nice; in fact it can be a reason to be strong. It’s also quite easily the biggest downside you can have. As strong as your family can make you, it can cripple you just as fast.
But enough about family, let’s talk about these chicken and waffles. There is only one better place to get Chicken and waffles in the world, and no it is not Roscoes. See I used to know a guy back in Louisiana, named frank. Real swirly little Jewish guy, but man he could fry some chicken and make some waffles. Best maple syrup in the world too, imported that shit from Canada, fresh as you can get. Came across him at an event, said he loved my performance, told me to stop by for some free breakfast, been going there whenever I get to Louisiana.
Now if there is one thing traveling the country has taught me, it’s that the weirdest things come from the craziest places. Who would have thought fried chicken and waffles was amazing? If you said yes than you lie, because no one actually ever sat down and said what are waffles missing? I got it; fried chicken! Get over yourself and be honest, it really is the best policy!
Moving on though let’s take a moment and talk serious. I am on my way, and there is nothing you can do to stop me, nothing that will prevent me from doing what I have come to do. No matter how different you think you are, you are all the same bitchy girls and boys I have dealt with before. You can do everything I have already seen, but you will hate it when I make you shake, because I am counting on you to make my day.
Everything I have seen, everything I have been through, it all adds up to one thing, I am coming, and you can’t stop me. Now if you don’t mind, it time to be alone!
We all have the quintessential moment when we realize who we are, what we want, and what we will do to achieve it. For some that can take years; manifesting when they get older, or as some would call it, as a midlife crisis. But for lucky few like me, we have that moment when we are young. For me that moment came at the tender age of 12, it was the first time I got a matt, the first time I wrestled. Sure that type of wrestling is different, and yet it is the same.
I’d love to sit here and tell you I was the bees knees, and that I couldn’t be touched, but sadly I kind of sucked, ok ok ok, I hella sucked, but that lack of skill pushed me, gave me desire and over time I became better. No I never won state, and no I was not the best in my weight class in High School, but I won more than I lost by the end, and that was a vast improvement.
Let me ask you something, would you settle for being normal, above average, or not quite the best? Yeah I didn’t think so, and neither did I. So I trained longer, more, and harder than before and you guessed it, I got better, but still wasn’t the best, and still wasn’t satisfied. So you guessed it, I gave up, ok not really but I kept training and then college ended, and well I was good, I was real good but not good enough.
There I was, fresh out of college, economics degree and no job. Some squirrely bald guy approached me, and well he had an offer that sounded great to me. Torture my body for the pleasure of everyone in the arena. How could I say no, and so I said yes and thus my career started.
Things were not all that flashy; it began in some guy’s backyard on a set of mattresses with wood posts and actual rope to create the squared circle. I’d love to tell you those were the best days of my life, but the truth is, those days hurt like no one’s business. My first match involved a chair shot to my head, and well, I lost due to be unconscious for about 20 seconds. Yeah, it’s no joke, chair shots hurt, they hurt real bad! But over time you get stronger, become tough, and you learn to handle it, sort of.
When I first started wrestling in high school my uncle told me I had to toughen up my skin, I didn’t know what that meant back then, I know what it means now. He said 1000 fights, that is how many it takes to make your skin like leather, and well he was right. Now I don’t know how many chair shots it takes to make your head like iron, but I have taken enough to tell you it’s a lot.
Five months of chair shots, ladder jumps, and every other crazy thing you see in the backyard wrestling circuit; and then the call came, the step up, no longer backyards, now it was small high school gyms. The ring was an actual wrestling ring, the ropes the real deal. Sure it was all old, kind of hand me downish, but it was the real deal, the next step.
To put it mildly I was finally going to make more money than I spent on Doctor’s visits. To say I was excited, well that would have been an understatement, I was going to make money, finally going to be able to stop asking for money from my family, god rest their souls.
And so for months I worked event after event, from Indie Company to Indie Company, slowly getting better, slowly growing my product if you would. Then it happened; I invited my parents to a performance, and their car crashed on the way. Some drunk 17 year old, he lived, my parents didn’t. Everything in my life squealed to a halt, my career, my everything. Days of not wrestling turned to weeks, turned to months, and a year later I was living out of box near my old high school.
Enter the squirrelly bald man again. Like before he had a proposition, and opportunity, and this time it wasn’t wrestling in backyards, that weird man had moved up. He ran his own regional promotion now, and I was the guy he wanted. Even told me he had spent months looking for me, and so the imperfect marriage, or more accurately his using of me began.
Two years I wrestled for this man, his name I will not say, sorry. But for two years I bled, I sweat, I remembered who I was, and for two years he made money off of me, he stole who I was and used my ideas for his gain. Then the contract ended, and so did my time with him. He took so much from me, so much that I thought I would never be able to get in the ring again, and yet a new company came calling, and that itch struck.
We have all had the itch, the one you can’t scratch, the one that sets your brain on fire. Don’t deny it, don’t even pretend you don’t know what I mean. For some it may be something like chocolate, or maybe some beer, drugs, it doesn’t matter what it is, we all get that itch, and mine needed to be scratched, and so it began.
Now before you ask the question, I will answer what is on your mind. Why sit down and tell us this? It’s simple, I want you to know one thing, if there is only one thing you take from this, I’ve been around the block, and what I know, what I’ve done, it all adds up to one truth, I have arrived, and like it or not, I am not going to be going anywhere. Now if you don’t mind it’s time to get ready.
December 25th 2017 // Sin City (Las Vegas) Nevada.
What does the word Loner mean to you? I’ll give you minute while you contemplate it. Done? Good; now let me tell you what it means to me. It means happiness, so while all of you are enjoying your families, me, I’m doing what I do best, and that’s being alone. Don’t have any pity for me, lonely is what I want to be, it’s what I crave, and so on Christmas I am in Sin City Nevada. Why? Glad you asked, because it’s the only place that everything is still open on Christmas.
So while you sit with your family getting angry, feeling the hatred build at them, I’ll be enjoying a nice order of chicken and waffles at the café inside the Sunset Station. See family is nice; in fact it can be a reason to be strong. It’s also quite easily the biggest downside you can have. As strong as your family can make you, it can cripple you just as fast.
But enough about family, let’s talk about these chicken and waffles. There is only one better place to get Chicken and waffles in the world, and no it is not Roscoes. See I used to know a guy back in Louisiana, named frank. Real swirly little Jewish guy, but man he could fry some chicken and make some waffles. Best maple syrup in the world too, imported that shit from Canada, fresh as you can get. Came across him at an event, said he loved my performance, told me to stop by for some free breakfast, been going there whenever I get to Louisiana.
Now if there is one thing traveling the country has taught me, it’s that the weirdest things come from the craziest places. Who would have thought fried chicken and waffles was amazing? If you said yes than you lie, because no one actually ever sat down and said what are waffles missing? I got it; fried chicken! Get over yourself and be honest, it really is the best policy!
Moving on though let’s take a moment and talk serious. I am on my way, and there is nothing you can do to stop me, nothing that will prevent me from doing what I have come to do. No matter how different you think you are, you are all the same bitchy girls and boys I have dealt with before. You can do everything I have already seen, but you will hate it when I make you shake, because I am counting on you to make my day.
Everything I have seen, everything I have been through, it all adds up to one thing, I am coming, and you can’t stop me. Now if you don’t mind, it time to be alone!
