Well, you finally meet the man behind "The Man" or so it would be the other way around. Aftermath's life is actually exagurated from my own. Yes I am 6'5". Yes Red/Orange is my true hair colour. Yes I am 350lbs. I don't deny it. I'm actually proud of the way I have turned out because I've gone through a lot over the years. Spyder I met many years ago. At first I didn't know that he wrestled but as I got to know him better he became a great friend. It was also hard to see him since we lived so far away but I managed to see him. Now let me take you back before I met Spyder. I had grown up living a life fit for wrestling. I have 2 brothers and they wrestled with me all the time. I was the smallest and youngest out of us 3 but that didn't stop me from getting in a good DDT or even a Gorilla Press Slam. Now I did these things from the age of 4 to 9. At that time I was in my best shape. I could press 100lbs. Now I can barely do 50lbs on the Machines. My legs are a different story. My legs have been put to the test all my life. I recently found out that I have genetic arthritis in my ankles but that sure is not going to stop me. That's what I mean when my legs have been put to the test all my life. I live with constant pain in my ankles but I still do the lifting. I now can leg press around 600lbs with my legs and that's not from working out... Hell I'm 350lbs.. If I worked out I'd be more then that and it'd be muscle. Anyways, I grew up on wrestling. Watching the great Hulk Hogan, Machoman Randy Savage, Ultamate Warrior, Barber the Brutis Beefcake, Coco Beware, Junkyard Dog and so on. I studied their moves, I jumped off the couch and on to the ground immatating them when my mom wasn't looking. I loved these great men for what they did.
Time passed and due to my parents devorce I moved to Mississauga to continue my life. Everything got harder from then on. I was constantly teased at school, I was bullied on the way home, I was embarassed infront of the whole school. I did result to fighting but the kids were mean and smart they would stay far away from me and throw rocks. Life got harder and harder. I got trapped inbetween my parents, I got trapped in an emotional struggle and I did start to hate the world. I started to hate the wold so much that I would make myself sick so that I wouldn't have to go out, so that I wouldn't have to face my everyday torcher of life. Then something snapped in me... or really just shut off. I didn't have feelings anymore. I didn't feel anymore for my family. I couldn't remember what it was like in New Liskerd. I couldn't recall any memories. I had started a new life. To this day I still can't remember much of anything about my past in New Liskerd. I can only tell you what I've heard from my mother and brothers.
I started to grow up and less and less I saw of my father. I longed for someone to look up to and teach me about life and how to stick up for myself. But that would never happen. Now when I saw my father would be the time he drove me to summer camp and back. I didn't tell him how I felt. I didn't tell him how I felt for many years. At this camp is where I met Spyder. I learned how to do a lot at this camp. Horseback ride, horsemanship, archery, riflery, trust, faith, hope, and eventually love. I need to be reminded how to love another.
If you would like to know more about me feel free to e-mail me at peace4lease@hotmail.com. I would be more than to talk with you. |
