Post by Jay Stevens on Jan 5, 2021 21:17:48 GMT -5
Mayorga, Fuentes and Ortega are gone. Now that Bloodline has been eliminated, the focus has been turned to MY bloodline. My history. My family.
I have wanted nothing more than to stand on my own. Succeed on my own merits, trade on my own name. But it also feels wrong, disrespectful even, to completely ignore the origins of who I am.
Because I am equal parts of everyone who influenced me and even though I’ve chosen to walk my own path, I’ve been given the roadmap by many others if I choose to follow the trails they blazed ahead of me.
“The stoic strongman.”
[Dusty Griffith.]
“The opportunist.”
[Eric Dane.]
“The bitterman.”
[Jeff Andrews.]
“The showman.”
[Tyrone Walker.]
“The masochist.”
[Stephen Greer.]
But I’m going to use those maps to avoid the pitfalls. I’ve come to realize that for me to move forward and truthfully be my own man I have to pull back the curtain and be honest about who I am and what brought me to this point.
My earliest memories are of professional wrestling. Seeing my dad and “Uncle Ty” on television. Later, sitting in the stands with my family as “Uncle Eric” won his umpteenth World title, they started to blend together after a while. Living in Las Vegas and watching as my dad and Ty won their second WWA World Tag Team Championship right before I turned seven. Watching from ringside shortly after my tenth birthday celebrated their record third WWA Tag Team title victory.
I remember the feeling in the room after the match, seeing my father break down in tears. Tears of happiness, gratitude… tears of relief. Overwhelmed by the fact that he and his partner did it again, proved one more time that they were the “greatest tag team in the world.”
And that feeling was infectious. A moment I was proud to have shared with me by the people I looked up to most but it also created within me a desire, a need to not just partake, but to create those moments. And I devoted the rest of my life to that.
Raised by legends. Trained and mentored by some of the best to ever do it. But none of that matters until I show who I am. There have been a lot of failed prodigies. Men with better pedigrees and more impressive DNA. The expectations for me to fail are high and I have no choice except to rise to the occasion and win it all.
I’ve been shown all the ways to get to the end. The easy ways. The hard ways. The shortcuts and the hidden secrets. I’m going to choose somewhere in between all of those.
A path of honor, respect and most importantly, of wrestling.
I have wanted nothing more than to stand on my own. Succeed on my own merits, trade on my own name. But it also feels wrong, disrespectful even, to completely ignore the origins of who I am.
Because I am equal parts of everyone who influenced me and even though I’ve chosen to walk my own path, I’ve been given the roadmap by many others if I choose to follow the trails they blazed ahead of me.
“The stoic strongman.”
[Dusty Griffith.]
“The opportunist.”
[Eric Dane.]
“The bitterman.”
[Jeff Andrews.]
“The showman.”
[Tyrone Walker.]
“The masochist.”
[Stephen Greer.]
But I’m going to use those maps to avoid the pitfalls. I’ve come to realize that for me to move forward and truthfully be my own man I have to pull back the curtain and be honest about who I am and what brought me to this point.
My earliest memories are of professional wrestling. Seeing my dad and “Uncle Ty” on television. Later, sitting in the stands with my family as “Uncle Eric” won his umpteenth World title, they started to blend together after a while. Living in Las Vegas and watching as my dad and Ty won their second WWA World Tag Team Championship right before I turned seven. Watching from ringside shortly after my tenth birthday celebrated their record third WWA Tag Team title victory.
I remember the feeling in the room after the match, seeing my father break down in tears. Tears of happiness, gratitude… tears of relief. Overwhelmed by the fact that he and his partner did it again, proved one more time that they were the “greatest tag team in the world.”
And that feeling was infectious. A moment I was proud to have shared with me by the people I looked up to most but it also created within me a desire, a need to not just partake, but to create those moments. And I devoted the rest of my life to that.
Raised by legends. Trained and mentored by some of the best to ever do it. But none of that matters until I show who I am. There have been a lot of failed prodigies. Men with better pedigrees and more impressive DNA. The expectations for me to fail are high and I have no choice except to rise to the occasion and win it all.
I’ve been shown all the ways to get to the end. The easy ways. The hard ways. The shortcuts and the hidden secrets. I’m going to choose somewhere in between all of those.
A path of honor, respect and most importantly, of wrestling.