: I wish I could say I’m excited for Season 12, but I'm not. It’s been a long time since I felt anything for wrestling, and truth be told I’m not sure how many more seasons I have left in me. How many more matches I can wrestle that won’t catch the right eyes. How many more great promos will fall on deaf ears. I picture myself sorta like a Vincent Van Gogh - one who will not truly be appreciated, adored or remotely respected until he is long, long gone.
So let me paint you a picture. A 16-year-old kid finds his way to the Chikara Wrestle Factory much to the dismay of his loving family and long term highschool sweetheart. The unprofessional wrestler fights 3 long years for a debut regardless of the fact that his parents are now divorced and his future wife, is no longer even his girlfriend. But it’s OK, 'cause "wrestling is fun" right?
It was fun
to lose my hair. It was fun
to lose his pride. But just when the pond couldn’t get any deeper, it decided to become a lake. In 3 seconds, 2 men in 1 match revealed to the world on iPPV that the only thing greater than Karma is Destiny. Because It doesn't matter how much cardio I did, or how much weight I could throw up - after all, he is only as good as Destiny chooses him to be. Destiny doesn’t want him to be “the man.”
You see when Destiny reaches for your hand there are only two options. You can grab it’s 5 fingers tightly and innocently trust it to guide you through it’s chosen route to safety... or you can clench your fingers even tighter, make a fist and punch Destiny in the face. But I’ve discovered a whole new way. Why not hold grab a hold of Destiny’s hand and walk it down a cliff?
Wrestling is Dead.