Fact: I have loved the WWE all my life.

I took this photo at Survivor Series 2008.

Ever since I was young I always loved to imitate my favorite wrestler, as well as Superman, Batman and everyone else who was awesome. When I was a kid it was the excitement, it was the entertainment which then changed a bit once I understood more about the business and how its staged. Yes folks, politically correct term for us wrestling fans is "staged" not "fake". They do get hurt every time they go out there but exaggerate the pain for the crowd. Fake is Hollywood, Staged is wrestling.. So after finding out the world behind the curtain, how things work, why certain wrestlers are at the top, why they lose it all becomes a whole new world to a wrestling fan. Now the title is "I have loved the WWE all my life" I was specific by saying WWE because I wasn't always a professional wrestling fan, that would indicate I followed other promotions such as ROH, NJPW, AJW.. during my teenage years I became a hardcore pro wrestling fan and bought many VHS tapes from online stores, many DVDs featuring FMW, ECW, XPW, Japan Death Match tournaments, (nobody dies just an intense name!) and even backyard wrestling dvds *pushes in back of the shelf with shame* but nomatter what other type of wrestling I watched it was always the WWE.


  No matter what was going on in my life, wrestling was always there. I watched it every week on TV, read about everything online and it never disappointed me. I looked at the wrestlers on TV as my second family and it always made me happy and really has been a huge.. a HUGE part of my life.

Real Fact: Kurt Angle vs. Brock Lesnar at WrestleMania XIX was the first main event at WrestleMania to feature two wrestlers using their real names.

Fact: I recieved 4 stitches above my eye on my 11th birthday!

Not actual picture!

The plan was to wake up, go over my cousins house for a while and eventually end up at the bowling alleys. Well to pass time me and my cousin Steve decided to mess around with hockey sticks... with no pucks. They had plenty of plastic 2 liter soda bottles laying around so we were slap-shooting those bad boys around. So my cousin Steve says "Watch out." and I said "I'm not in the way" two seconds the lip part of the bottle is shot right above my left eye, it stung like a son of a gun! My cousin Steve then said  I was bleeding in which I then touched my gushing wound and saw the blood on my hand. Up the stairs I got holding my fountain of blood getting my aunts attention who happened to be a nurse. "I'll call your mother! You need stitches!" 


Next thing you know I'm walking down their driveway to my nanas house where my mom was at holding a paper towel over my bandaid which was not doing much at this point due to it being completely soaked. My mom rushes me to the hospital, and all I can remember is doctors around me, laying down.. with this big cloth over my face and the feeling of a fire poker stabbing me in my already throbbing wound. I believe I cried, it sucked.  


One hour later I was at the bowling alleys hitting those bumpers, eating cake and ice cream! 
I cant remember many birthdays, not the best memory. I do remember years later going out to eat with my mom and dad on my birthday and all they did was tell me how I need to do better in school and how I should be punished if I didn't do better. Oh yeah, not the best time at Brigham's that's for damn sure!

Real Fact: The earliest reports of surgical suture date back to 3000 BC in ancient Egypt, and the oldest known suture is in a mummy from 1100 BC.