Life as a wrestler is nothing more than a blur in time and space. One week you’re in Boston and the next you are in Maine. The reality of the situation is that it’s always the same place.
No matter what town you're in, things are always the same. The promoters are grimy and the fans are nothing but bodies with different faces on them. It is a vicious, never-ending cycle that a person in this profession has to deal with.
When I first broke into the wrestling business, things were so much better for me. I was a young kid who viewed life as his for the taking. I often wonder what happened to that happy guy who lived life like there was no tomorrow.
That was over ten years ago though, and since then I have learned a cruel but valuable lesson: in the world of professional wrestling you are as only good as your last match.
We kill ourselves night-in and night-out for fifty bucks and some cheap applause. The fact is, we are nothing more than common whores, and once our bodyies are used up we are discarded like trash.
I often find myself asking why I continue to wrestle and put myself through this sh*t. I can say with all honesty that I do not have a good answer for that question. Maybe one of these days, I can figure it out before I die.
The wrestling business is much like a powerful drug. The only difference is that it is legal. You are often hooked as a child. As a kid you can’t help but to get mesmerized by the bright lights and the fame.
You see these over-the-top, larger-than-life characters and you think to yourself, "That could be me on TV."
That is the free taste of this powerful drug that gets most wrestlers hooked. After that you are doing nothing more than chasing the dragon.
There are many who grow up on wrestling, but who later outgrow it. I consider those to be the lucky ones. For those that choose to follow this road in life, it is nothing short of a brutal, cruel and twisted path.
The first turn on this road is when you first break into the business. You find a wrestling school where you train and learn. Most promoters will train anyone as long as you have the money.
They hook you in by filling your head with false dreams and promises. By the time you’re done listening to them, you will believe you are the next Hogan. As a young man with a dream, it is likely you will believe any horsesh*t they fling your way.
By the time you finish wrestling school, over half the class will have dropped out. Once again, those would be the lucky ones. At least they escaped the business with nothing more than a few bumps and bruises.
If you do make it through training you will feel invincible. This is the next dose of the drug that is fed to you. You will feel unstoppable and think that your path is set for greatness.
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