Post by youngblood on Dec 19, 2012 9:38:17 GMT -4
First Looks
My name is Jake, Jake Youngblood.
I work at a paper mill. Or, at least I used to up until a couple of days ago. For the past three years or so I’ve been I’ve been moonlighting as a professional wrestler. After I graduated I quickly joined a local wrestling school. But hey, I’m I don’t have to tell you, wrestling school isn’t cheap. So, I landed a job at the paper mill.
It was a remedial job; however, the pay was enough for me to put myself through wrestling school. After that, I began wrestling for local indy companies.
There are only three indy promotions in Indiana worth mentioning. I worked for the second most popular federation, Tri-State Alliance Wrestling. TSAW held two shows a week, Friday and Saturday, at the Evansville’s Nation Guard Armory.
I started off as a masked character named “Blue Tiger.” My job was to fly around the ring, hit a couple of spots, and put my opponent over. The crowd hated me when I first joined the company. Keep in mind that I was a heel, but I was not getting the right type of heat. Honestly, the company had every right to cut me from the roster. However, a man named Bill Walters lobbied for me, and the company ended up turning me face.
Bill ended up becoming my mentor; you will hear more about him at a later time.
Anyway, I dropped the mask and started tagging with Bill.
And, about a month later, TSAW closed down; apparently the promotion’s owner had some financial troubles.
I actually thought my short career was over. It’s been about four months since the promotions closed down. I sent out tapes, made some phone, all that good stuff. However, all I got was the standard “we can’t use you,” or “we will call you when something opens up.”
No one called…
...Until I got a call from APW. I hadn’t sent a tape to APW, but Bill did. Apparently, the company was somewhat impressed with my skills; they offered me a contract.
So, I put in my two week notice to the paper mill, and, well, here we are.
Right now I’m sitting in my motel room, just a few nights before my first APW match against Mr. Dangerous. You can’t see them, but my hands are shaking; they have been shaking for a week or so now. Yeah, I know, it’s just a dark match, but it’s the largest match I’ve been involved in during my short career.
Mr. Dangerous, I know what you are thinking. You’re thinking that I’m just some rookie, some punk that’s wet behind the ears. You’ve been in this company for years; you’ve seen numerous wrestlers cycle in and out of the company. You’ve seen fools give the standard “I’m going to shock the world” speech.
I’m not going to make that speech Mr. Dangerous. Unlike most people here, I’m not here to win titles. I’m a realest; I know I’m not ready to hold a title. I know I’m not ready to be on top of the world.
However, APW is going to give me the opportunity to do one thing, and that one thing is improve.
But it all starts with you Mr. Dangerous. APW did what no other promotion had the guts to do; it took a chance on a poor punk from the sticks. And I’ll be damned if I let this opportunity pass me by. I’ve got to take hold of it and enjoy the ride, wherever it may take me!
…
I’ve given up a lot of shit trying to chase this dream Mr.
Dangerous. My mom, she had high hopes for me. She thought I was going to be a dentist or some other type of doctor. When she found out that I had joined wrestling school instead of going to college, she kicked me out of the house.
That was four years ago.
I haven’t talked to my mother since then. I don’t have any other family left, close by any way.
Oh, and then there is a my ex. She and I were high-school sweethearts. I met her my freshman year; we broke up about six months ago. She broke up with me on a random Saturday night; I had just finished wrestling a match. She told me that she couldn’t deal with my life-style; she couldn’t date a broke, no-named wrestler anymore.
Hell, I don’t have a house; I don’t have an apartment! Mr. Dangerous, all I’ve got right now is my tiny trailer, and wrestling. And, I don’t know my fate in APW; maybe I’ll never win a championship there. Maybe I’ll never be a big star here; maybe I’ll never main event here.
But, I’ve got an opportunity!
And it all starts with you Mr. Dangerous.
My name is Jake, Jake Youngblood.
I work at a paper mill. Or, at least I used to up until a couple of days ago. For the past three years or so I’ve been I’ve been moonlighting as a professional wrestler. After I graduated I quickly joined a local wrestling school. But hey, I’m I don’t have to tell you, wrestling school isn’t cheap. So, I landed a job at the paper mill.
It was a remedial job; however, the pay was enough for me to put myself through wrestling school. After that, I began wrestling for local indy companies.
There are only three indy promotions in Indiana worth mentioning. I worked for the second most popular federation, Tri-State Alliance Wrestling. TSAW held two shows a week, Friday and Saturday, at the Evansville’s Nation Guard Armory.
I started off as a masked character named “Blue Tiger.” My job was to fly around the ring, hit a couple of spots, and put my opponent over. The crowd hated me when I first joined the company. Keep in mind that I was a heel, but I was not getting the right type of heat. Honestly, the company had every right to cut me from the roster. However, a man named Bill Walters lobbied for me, and the company ended up turning me face.
Bill ended up becoming my mentor; you will hear more about him at a later time.
Anyway, I dropped the mask and started tagging with Bill.
And, about a month later, TSAW closed down; apparently the promotion’s owner had some financial troubles.
I actually thought my short career was over. It’s been about four months since the promotions closed down. I sent out tapes, made some phone, all that good stuff. However, all I got was the standard “we can’t use you,” or “we will call you when something opens up.”
No one called…
...Until I got a call from APW. I hadn’t sent a tape to APW, but Bill did. Apparently, the company was somewhat impressed with my skills; they offered me a contract.
So, I put in my two week notice to the paper mill, and, well, here we are.
Right now I’m sitting in my motel room, just a few nights before my first APW match against Mr. Dangerous. You can’t see them, but my hands are shaking; they have been shaking for a week or so now. Yeah, I know, it’s just a dark match, but it’s the largest match I’ve been involved in during my short career.
Mr. Dangerous, I know what you are thinking. You’re thinking that I’m just some rookie, some punk that’s wet behind the ears. You’ve been in this company for years; you’ve seen numerous wrestlers cycle in and out of the company. You’ve seen fools give the standard “I’m going to shock the world” speech.
I’m not going to make that speech Mr. Dangerous. Unlike most people here, I’m not here to win titles. I’m a realest; I know I’m not ready to hold a title. I know I’m not ready to be on top of the world.
However, APW is going to give me the opportunity to do one thing, and that one thing is improve.
But it all starts with you Mr. Dangerous. APW did what no other promotion had the guts to do; it took a chance on a poor punk from the sticks. And I’ll be damned if I let this opportunity pass me by. I’ve got to take hold of it and enjoy the ride, wherever it may take me!
…
I’ve given up a lot of shit trying to chase this dream Mr.
Dangerous. My mom, she had high hopes for me. She thought I was going to be a dentist or some other type of doctor. When she found out that I had joined wrestling school instead of going to college, she kicked me out of the house.
That was four years ago.
I haven’t talked to my mother since then. I don’t have any other family left, close by any way.
Oh, and then there is a my ex. She and I were high-school sweethearts. I met her my freshman year; we broke up about six months ago. She broke up with me on a random Saturday night; I had just finished wrestling a match. She told me that she couldn’t deal with my life-style; she couldn’t date a broke, no-named wrestler anymore.
Hell, I don’t have a house; I don’t have an apartment! Mr. Dangerous, all I’ve got right now is my tiny trailer, and wrestling. And, I don’t know my fate in APW; maybe I’ll never win a championship there. Maybe I’ll never be a big star here; maybe I’ll never main event here.
But, I’ve got an opportunity!
And it all starts with you Mr. Dangerous.
