We are all very different. We look different, sound different and all are from different places.
However, if you are reading this, then chances are you are a fan of pro wrestling.
In this new Bleacher Report series, I will discuss how many fans get hooked and how I got hooked. So sit back, relax and reflect on your path as a fan of sport's redheaded stepchild, professional wrestling.
Today, I begin where I must begin in this series: How I discovered wrestling.
At the time, I had a best friend named Hunter. We are complete opposites. He is aggressive and outgoing; I am normally shy and quiet. So how did we become friends, you may ask? Well, he lives across the street from me.
Anyway, Hunter was a wrestling fan as a kid, but I was not. He was the classic kiddy fan, loved John Cena, Hornswaggle and all the fan favorites.
One night, it was just passing nine o'clock, and he said he must watch Monday Night Raw. I didn't even know what Raw was at the time.
He turned on the television and the first thing I see was John Cena, Bobby Lashley, King Booker, Randy Orton and Jonathan Coachmen in the ring. So, they ended up making a match, John Cena and Bobby Lashley vs. Booker T and Randy Orton.
As Raw continued, Hunter left but I still kept watching. I saw Umaga smash Mick Foley's face into the steel steps, and part of me was terrified. In the main event, Cena and Lashley won.
The next week, I would watch again. And this my friends, was when I began to get hooked. The main event between Bobby Lashley and John Cena was set for The Great American Bash. The two would have a confrontation that had me on the edge of my seat.
For those of you wondering, Cena did win at the Great American Bash, after a (then) F-U off the top turnbuckle. That was the most hardcore move I had seen to date!
As the months progressed, we continued watching and would often play the video game, WWE Smackdown vs. Raw 2007.
On the game, I always wanted to play the GM Mode. I don't know why, but I always found it really fun. You would pick a brand (Raw or Smackdown) and then have a draft. I loved assembling a roster, even at this stage.
Hunter liked to play matches, and would usually beat the living snot out of me. I would often get angry and we'd get into a big argument. But this was no big deal, we fought or argued every other day.
That was how I began as a pro wrestling fan. Now my journey is much different than many others.
While others could speak on this better than I can, the classic way to become a wrestling fan is at an early age, when your parents get you into it. But my parents weren't interested and looked at it as 'fake,' so, I got into fandom a bit late because of that.
I hope you enjoyed the first part of The Diary of a Wrestling Fan. The next part is: The Diary of a Wrestling Fan: Chapter 2—"You Know It's Fake, Right?"
Until then, let me know if you like this series, or if I should just go ahead and end it! Thanks for reading.