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Ah livejournal, so we meet again.
let me first say sorry to anyone who has been recently thinking to themselves "why doesn't mike update anymore."
i really can't answer that...
things with Joanna are going great. Really great. That's all I have to say about that...
Now onto something that has been really weighing on my shoulders as of late...
when I was three years old, my brother's friend Lenny brought a video tape over to my house...
i couldn't read it but i found out that it was Royal Rumble 1990.
he popped it in, and my life was laid out for me...the rest of my life it was Wrestling 50% of my life...everything else was 50%
I used to sit on my mom and dad's king-size bed, and watch it...i don't know when i started but soon enough i was on there immitating the moves...not against anyone...but pretending it was happening to me, for a young kid, to look around and imagine someone there, and keep them there...and never letting someone who's not there never leave that's pretty cool...it was always once i was on there the guy was on there, and it wasn't like he would jump around like be one place then i would make him be in the other...if we did a double clothesline...and he was on the ground...thats where he was...physics applied to him. and it was like from my first years...i was developing ring psychology...i was looking at the tapes...noticing everything and figuring out how to do it.
skip ahead...for the past 5 years i have been on and off wrestling with my friends here...recently i met some guy online, and joined with them, and i go to West Haven every once in a while to wrestle there. I have never been more proud to wrestle with anyone, but over there they have such a passion for it, and it is amazing. you guys might think it's stupid...but when your in a wrestling ring. when your in a wrestling promotion...you and those guys form a brotherhood. there is no feeling in the world like being in the ring. i love that feeling. i now have a problem...the guys in west haven are calling it quits...most of them are training and going pro...and they have asked me to come along...i'm not sure if i want to do it..it's been my dream since the day i watched the Royal Rumble in 1990...to be in the WWE. but now realisticly...i'm not the size for it. i don't know what i want to do.
Friday starts the end of BWA. (the fed i am currently a part of)
the last shows are the 15th 22nd 29th and 30th.
the 30th may very well be the last time i wrestle.
I have a passion for this, anyone who has seen me wrestle can tell you that...
people this is what i love...please i would love for any of you to see it. if you can...let me know via AIM
(ImAtUrFingerTips)
and i will tell you how to get there...
come to any of those and watch me do this...please...i would love for you to experience what i love.
if you don't come hey, what can i say...
but if you do, it will mean so much to me.
i get the fact that people are like "wrestling is stupid i don't want to go watch that." and that's fine. but this isn't you going to watch a wrestling event...it's you going to show that at least at some point you gave a shit about me enough to see me do what i love to do. it shows that i have made an impact in your life...it shows that you care about me. it shows that im not just another name in your head, that i am someone that you would do something for. it makes me feel like i have people that love me.
so when i got to the BWA yard those four days and when i see no one i know there...i'll know where i stand in your lives...but if i went and i saw at least 5 people there to support me...that would mean the world to me.
i'm done...cause this is pathetic...no one respects me for this...after all "it's just fake wrestling" well if thats what you think...then you are just so wrong...
i'd like to see you try half the shit i've done. fall once on a ring...take one of John Young's figure fours when he's pissed off at you and applies enough pressure to fuck up my leg...do what i've done. Wrestling is planned, it's staged. but it is far from fake. the pain is real. the morning after when you can barely move is real. the rush you get from your entrance music is real. the bond you form with the people involved is real. and the fucking passion is real. experience it the way i have...then try calling it fake. if anything...basketball and all the other sports are fake. there's nothing in those sports...no passion like there is here. it's all for money there...you'll never see a strike in WWE because the wrestlers aren't getting enough. WWE gives out a nice paycheck but if it went under tomorrow...all those guys would still be in the indys. working their asses off there for a 100 bucks a night. fuckit. i'm done. IM me if you have interest in seeing me in ways you couldn't dream.
let me first say sorry to anyone who has been recently thinking to themselves "why doesn't mike update anymore."
i really can't answer that...
things with Joanna are going great. Really great. That's all I have to say about that...
Now onto something that has been really weighing on my shoulders as of late...
when I was three years old, my brother's friend Lenny brought a video tape over to my house...
i couldn't read it but i found out that it was Royal Rumble 1990.
he popped it in, and my life was laid out for me...the rest of my life it was Wrestling 50% of my life...everything else was 50%
I used to sit on my mom and dad's king-size bed, and watch it...i don't know when i started but soon enough i was on there immitating the moves...not against anyone...but pretending it was happening to me, for a young kid, to look around and imagine someone there, and keep them there...and never letting someone who's not there never leave that's pretty cool...it was always once i was on there the guy was on there, and it wasn't like he would jump around like be one place then i would make him be in the other...if we did a double clothesline...and he was on the ground...thats where he was...physics applied to him. and it was like from my first years...i was developing ring psychology...i was looking at the tapes...noticing everything and figuring out how to do it.
skip ahead...for the past 5 years i have been on and off wrestling with my friends here...recently i met some guy online, and joined with them, and i go to West Haven every once in a while to wrestle there. I have never been more proud to wrestle with anyone, but over there they have such a passion for it, and it is amazing. you guys might think it's stupid...but when your in a wrestling ring. when your in a wrestling promotion...you and those guys form a brotherhood. there is no feeling in the world like being in the ring. i love that feeling. i now have a problem...the guys in west haven are calling it quits...most of them are training and going pro...and they have asked me to come along...i'm not sure if i want to do it..it's been my dream since the day i watched the Royal Rumble in 1990...to be in the WWE. but now realisticly...i'm not the size for it. i don't know what i want to do.
Friday starts the end of BWA. (the fed i am currently a part of)
the last shows are the 15th 22nd 29th and 30th.
the 30th may very well be the last time i wrestle.
I have a passion for this, anyone who has seen me wrestle can tell you that...
people this is what i love...please i would love for any of you to see it. if you can...let me know via AIM
(ImAtUrFingerTips)
and i will tell you how to get there...
come to any of those and watch me do this...please...i would love for you to experience what i love.
if you don't come hey, what can i say...
but if you do, it will mean so much to me.
i get the fact that people are like "wrestling is stupid i don't want to go watch that." and that's fine. but this isn't you going to watch a wrestling event...it's you going to show that at least at some point you gave a shit about me enough to see me do what i love to do. it shows that i have made an impact in your life...it shows that you care about me. it shows that im not just another name in your head, that i am someone that you would do something for. it makes me feel like i have people that love me.
so when i got to the BWA yard those four days and when i see no one i know there...i'll know where i stand in your lives...but if i went and i saw at least 5 people there to support me...that would mean the world to me.
i'm done...cause this is pathetic...no one respects me for this...after all "it's just fake wrestling" well if thats what you think...then you are just so wrong...
i'd like to see you try half the shit i've done. fall once on a ring...take one of John Young's figure fours when he's pissed off at you and applies enough pressure to fuck up my leg...do what i've done. Wrestling is planned, it's staged. but it is far from fake. the pain is real. the morning after when you can barely move is real. the rush you get from your entrance music is real. the bond you form with the people involved is real. and the fucking passion is real. experience it the way i have...then try calling it fake. if anything...basketball and all the other sports are fake. there's nothing in those sports...no passion like there is here. it's all for money there...you'll never see a strike in WWE because the wrestlers aren't getting enough. WWE gives out a nice paycheck but if it went under tomorrow...all those guys would still be in the indys. working their asses off there for a 100 bucks a night. fuckit. i'm done. IM me if you have interest in seeing me in ways you couldn't dream.