Let’s start from the beginning, I grew up in the small city of Lancaster, Ca. Lived there for a majority of my life and for the most part it was nice place to live and grow up. But being the young, headstrong teenager that I was, I couldn’t wait to get out of the Antelope Valley. To do what exactly? I couldn’t tell you. With Graduation coming up I had no plan whatsoever for a career. I was pretty close to joining the military but my Mother wouldn’t allow it.
|Look at this Mama’s Boy, He has no idea what he’s going to do with the rest of his life.|
Life between 18 and 22 was a decadent yet unfulfilled one, especially when I was moonlighting as a karaoke host. Yikes! It was fun sometimes but for the most part, not so much. When I was 22 years old I had a lot of problems that weighed me down personally and financially. I was back to living at home working and working two jobs to pay my debt. It wasn’t exactly a great time.
Thankfully, I found Santino Bros. Wrestling Academy. I found them online one day at work. It took some time to work up the courage to make the call and when I finally did…nobody answered. Normally I would go, “Well, I tried.” And just go about my life but I decided to call again only get no answer again. A few minutes later, I got a call back and after a brief awkward introduction I had set up my orientation for the very next day in Norwalk. As someone once said, “the time to hesitate is thru.” So I signed up and started training the very next week.
|Wasn’t what I expected.|
Now, I spent a lot of my free time back in Lancaster backyard wrestling, something I would quickly renounce once I started training. I was a die hard. I completely immersed myself to wrestling, my training and the school. With the way my life was going at the time, it was only thing I put my faith in and believed in. I’ve never been so proud to be a part of something the way I was with Santinos. I was a soldier willing to do whatever it took to prove my worth. Every week was a struggle and filled with new challenges but as long as I was training I worked hard to persevere.
|Some were harder than others|
My first time wrestling in front of a crowd was on April 4th, 2009 in a battle royal, under a mask and Lucha Machine clotheslined me so hard in knocked out the filling in my molar and broke my tooth. A few years later, he would become one of my best friends and tag team partner. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
|I got better...or worse depending on who you ask.|
Fanny Pack will probably be the thing I will be remember for most. It’s proved to be a great addition to the character. Each time it’s been filled with a different item. Rose petals, a disposable camera, a water bottle, baby oil, a chunk of cinder block and thumbtacks!
Wrestling saved my life. Plain and simple. It made me a better person. I’ve made some amazing friends and experienced some outstanding moments. I feel my life has purpose. I feel fulfilled in my life. I feel like I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing. I feel like I’m in the right place in my life. And this is still technically the beginning.
This month, (June) has a ton of opportunity for me to challenge myself and advance my career. This month, I’ll take on Damian 666, Eddie Edwards, Tyler Bateman, B-Boy and my own tag team partner Peter Avalon. So many diverse talents and styles, one can only salivate at the chance to test their mettle.
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Conversely, I can’t help but feel in little doubt. Everybody has confidence issues and I’ll be the first to admit that I have them more than not. But in the end, I’d always believed in my training and ability. Visualize, attempt and succeed. You can’t expect to be there if you don’t see yourself there.
Injuries on the other hand, have been difficult to deal with. I don’t want to go into specifics but I wish I had time to heal. The iron is too hot for me to just walk away and let it cool off. Sooner or later, I’ll get the chance. My body feels 10 years older than it should but that’s the price we pay in this business.
It’s been four years for me in this business and it’s been a hell of a ride so far. 10 years ago only about 30 people knew my name in high school then I wake up one morning staring a painting a fan made for me. I work hard to please the fans, and believe me without fans we are nothing. Period. I work hard to have the respect of my peers and my trainers. I try every match to live up to expectations. I also put this tremendous responsibility on myself to make sure that I’m a person that people (children) can look up to, especially my nephew.
All in all, I can’t imagine my life without wrestling. I really can’t. I felt the need to ramble off about it and how much it is a part of my life and how it's changed me. It courses through my veins. I live and breathe it. I eagerly await the upcoming challenges. I look forward to what happens in the next 3 years. I only see things going up and moving foward. As the wise prophets McFadden and Whitehead once said, "Ain't no stoppin' us now!"
I look in the mirror and I see a person who has grown as person and changed for the better. I see me.