Post by jaythunder1 on Dec 18, 2013 13:58:54 GMT -5
Rough Beginnings
My story is the same as so many others…
I’m a small-town kid, looking to make it big in the pro-wrestling business. To be a household name. To be remembered as the best. To hold gold, and records, for every federation I possibly can. Can it be done? Sure… Has it been done before? Of course… But the road ahead of me is a long, jagged one. I know it’s not gonna be easy. I know to expect pain, suffering, loneliness, etc…
But I’m not gonna give up. I will stick to my dream as long as I can. I will put my body on the line every night I step in a ring to be the best I can be. I will not shy away from a challenge. No matter who, no matter where, no matter what. When I’m done… People will Remember The Name…
Athanasius Rayne……
Scene One : The Early Stages…
Scene One PROLOGUE
Well, it’s been a long ride to where I am now. Not to say that’s a bad thing. It’s given me time to mature, somewhat, and learn who I truly am, and what I want to do…
And here I am. Somehow, my contract got sent over from the down-n’-out Premium Championship Wrestling, to Rampage Championship Wrestling. Did I sign for RCW? Nah. Am I going to argue with it? HELL NO! I’m in the pros, even when I thought it was hopeless! When PCW went out of business, I was depressed for a good two weeks straight! I thought my dreams had just been crushed! Then I get on twitter one day, and I’m told I’m booked for RCW? Every bit of doubt I had in my mind was swept straaaight out of the window when I read that tweet!
I’ve made it! But to truly understand my struggles up to this point, you gotta know me. The real me. So, welcome to my life. =)
-Signed, Athanasius Rayne~
Scene One BEGIN
It all started in Central Falls… More specifically, my bedroom. I was eight years old, I had just turned eight, in fact. My biggest gift was from my aunt; A brand new TV of my own. No more sitting in the living room, watching bullshit-”reality” shows with my boring dad, and soap operas with my boring mom for entertainment… I was ecstatic, because I liked some things that my parents absolutely despised, and I could finally watch them whenever I felt like it. One of those things?
Professional wrestling. Ya’ know, the shit that the likes of “Stone Cold,” The Rock, and Chris Jericho made BIG. I had always been intrigued by this sport. This “fake” sport. The reason my parents despised it, was for that very reason. It wasn’t all real. A lot of it was acting, like some sort of movie. I never understood why they hated it for that reason, when every other movie they’d watch, they’d enjoy. It always confused me, but I didn’t worry too much about it.
But back on track. I enjoyed watching wrestling, every chance I got. I was only ten, but I’d do chores like a teenager to earn enough money to order the next pay-per-view. I would wrestle this big-ass teddy bear I’d been given when I was like, 7, and pretend to be Triple H. I’d do my own commentary and everything! Ah, one of the few good memories I have from my childhood…
One fateful day, though… I remember it perfectly. April 1st, 2001. Props to those who immediately recognized the date. But to those who didn’t; Wrestlemania X-7. The greatest sports entertainment event of all time, hands down.
The entirety of the show, aside from just a few “bad apples,” was amazing. Jericho vs Regal, Angle vs Benoit, TLC #2… You get the idea. It was the G.O.A.T. But one match, one match alone… It made me believe that I had a future in this amazing sport.
I began wrestling in a little makeshift ring, which was really just tires and plywood with memory foam over it, when I turned ten. I had got a group of friends from my elementary school who I had found out enjoyed watching wrestling, too. When I informed them of my “ring,” they were in without me even having to ask. Thus began my reeeal wrestling “career.”
Scene Two : Backyarding and Roadblocks
Scene Two BEGIN
Well, here we were. Every single day we could meet up, we’d have these “shows” in my backyard. One or two matches per show, but we all enjoyed it. Nobody ever go hurt, it was all just fun-n’-games. But ya’ know what they say; It’s all fun-n’-games, until somebody gets hurt. And well…
That somebody was me. I had just finished watching a few of Jeff Hardy’s matches on a DVD I had gotten for my birthday, and I felt daring. I felt hardcore. Next thing I knew, I felt my left tibia popping straight out of skin. I was screaming at the top of my lungs. The pain was just… Horrible. I could’ve swore I was gonna pass out.
But how it happened was embarrassing. I was on the APRON, of our ring, and I jumped off. I landed terribly wrong, and -snap-. Bone poppin’ out. The friend I jumped off at nearly threw up, our “commentator’s” eyes nearly popped out from disbelief… It was a terrifying scene overall. None of us had ever seen this happen in wrestling, and none of us expected it. We believed, since it was “fake,” you couldn’t get hurt aside from a few bumps and bruises.
We were deeead wrong. Looking back, it was kinda funny. We weren’t even teenagers yet, and we thought we were invincible every time we climbed under those ropes… Well, we learned otherwise. That was only the first roadblock I’d experience, and all of them happened before I turned sixteen.
The next injury I suffered was a little less vomit-inducing, but still put me up for a bit. To be honest, I think I’ve been on crutches more in the past eight years than I’ve been on my own feet. The next roadblock was a torn ACL. Like I said, not too vomit-inducing. Only symptom was my knee giving out. But the bad thing about that? I couldn’t hardly walk, and I actually required surgery.
Imagine that, a twelve-year-old getting his ACL repaired surgically because of a backyard wrestling show! What those doctors must’ve been thinking… But that injury put me up for about twelve weeks, then I jumped into the ring for a bit. Jumped around, ran the ropes, and realized it was all better. One year later, I began experiencing some knee pain regularly. Of course, that’s gone for good now, but it cost me some time I could’ve spent training.
Next few roadblocks were mainly mild sprains, but each time, they became more and more irritating. I was on the shelf for about two-and-a-half of those eight years, total. It sucked, but I never gave up. Who knows where I’d be if I had? The streets? Even I don’t know, and I don’t want to really find out…
At age seventeen, I began to wrestle a bit more cautiously, not throwing myself around the ring like a ragdoll like I had done previously, and it worked out in the end. Ever since, my injuries have all healed, the long-term effects are all gone, and now I feel better than ever.
So, that’s the short version of my life up to this point. I’ll go into more detail later on. For now, I have to train for the next Rampage. Draven Logan Kennedy, you’re a PCW Hall-of-Famer, and you’re my next challenge. You’re also gonna be the next to fall to a Kick In The Teeth…
My time to shine!
My story is the same as so many others…
I’m a small-town kid, looking to make it big in the pro-wrestling business. To be a household name. To be remembered as the best. To hold gold, and records, for every federation I possibly can. Can it be done? Sure… Has it been done before? Of course… But the road ahead of me is a long, jagged one. I know it’s not gonna be easy. I know to expect pain, suffering, loneliness, etc…
But I’m not gonna give up. I will stick to my dream as long as I can. I will put my body on the line every night I step in a ring to be the best I can be. I will not shy away from a challenge. No matter who, no matter where, no matter what. When I’m done… People will Remember The Name…
Athanasius Rayne……
Scene One : The Early Stages…
Scene One PROLOGUE
Well, it’s been a long ride to where I am now. Not to say that’s a bad thing. It’s given me time to mature, somewhat, and learn who I truly am, and what I want to do…
And here I am. Somehow, my contract got sent over from the down-n’-out Premium Championship Wrestling, to Rampage Championship Wrestling. Did I sign for RCW? Nah. Am I going to argue with it? HELL NO! I’m in the pros, even when I thought it was hopeless! When PCW went out of business, I was depressed for a good two weeks straight! I thought my dreams had just been crushed! Then I get on twitter one day, and I’m told I’m booked for RCW? Every bit of doubt I had in my mind was swept straaaight out of the window when I read that tweet!
I’ve made it! But to truly understand my struggles up to this point, you gotta know me. The real me. So, welcome to my life. =)
-Signed, Athanasius Rayne~
Scene One BEGIN
It all started in Central Falls… More specifically, my bedroom. I was eight years old, I had just turned eight, in fact. My biggest gift was from my aunt; A brand new TV of my own. No more sitting in the living room, watching bullshit-”reality” shows with my boring dad, and soap operas with my boring mom for entertainment… I was ecstatic, because I liked some things that my parents absolutely despised, and I could finally watch them whenever I felt like it. One of those things?
Professional wrestling. Ya’ know, the shit that the likes of “Stone Cold,” The Rock, and Chris Jericho made BIG. I had always been intrigued by this sport. This “fake” sport. The reason my parents despised it, was for that very reason. It wasn’t all real. A lot of it was acting, like some sort of movie. I never understood why they hated it for that reason, when every other movie they’d watch, they’d enjoy. It always confused me, but I didn’t worry too much about it.
But back on track. I enjoyed watching wrestling, every chance I got. I was only ten, but I’d do chores like a teenager to earn enough money to order the next pay-per-view. I would wrestle this big-ass teddy bear I’d been given when I was like, 7, and pretend to be Triple H. I’d do my own commentary and everything! Ah, one of the few good memories I have from my childhood…
One fateful day, though… I remember it perfectly. April 1st, 2001. Props to those who immediately recognized the date. But to those who didn’t; Wrestlemania X-7. The greatest sports entertainment event of all time, hands down.
The entirety of the show, aside from just a few “bad apples,” was amazing. Jericho vs Regal, Angle vs Benoit, TLC #2… You get the idea. It was the G.O.A.T. But one match, one match alone… It made me believe that I had a future in this amazing sport.
I began wrestling in a little makeshift ring, which was really just tires and plywood with memory foam over it, when I turned ten. I had got a group of friends from my elementary school who I had found out enjoyed watching wrestling, too. When I informed them of my “ring,” they were in without me even having to ask. Thus began my reeeal wrestling “career.”
Scene Two : Backyarding and Roadblocks
Scene Two BEGIN
Well, here we were. Every single day we could meet up, we’d have these “shows” in my backyard. One or two matches per show, but we all enjoyed it. Nobody ever go hurt, it was all just fun-n’-games. But ya’ know what they say; It’s all fun-n’-games, until somebody gets hurt. And well…
That somebody was me. I had just finished watching a few of Jeff Hardy’s matches on a DVD I had gotten for my birthday, and I felt daring. I felt hardcore. Next thing I knew, I felt my left tibia popping straight out of skin. I was screaming at the top of my lungs. The pain was just… Horrible. I could’ve swore I was gonna pass out.
But how it happened was embarrassing. I was on the APRON, of our ring, and I jumped off. I landed terribly wrong, and -snap-. Bone poppin’ out. The friend I jumped off at nearly threw up, our “commentator’s” eyes nearly popped out from disbelief… It was a terrifying scene overall. None of us had ever seen this happen in wrestling, and none of us expected it. We believed, since it was “fake,” you couldn’t get hurt aside from a few bumps and bruises.
We were deeead wrong. Looking back, it was kinda funny. We weren’t even teenagers yet, and we thought we were invincible every time we climbed under those ropes… Well, we learned otherwise. That was only the first roadblock I’d experience, and all of them happened before I turned sixteen.
The next injury I suffered was a little less vomit-inducing, but still put me up for a bit. To be honest, I think I’ve been on crutches more in the past eight years than I’ve been on my own feet. The next roadblock was a torn ACL. Like I said, not too vomit-inducing. Only symptom was my knee giving out. But the bad thing about that? I couldn’t hardly walk, and I actually required surgery.
Imagine that, a twelve-year-old getting his ACL repaired surgically because of a backyard wrestling show! What those doctors must’ve been thinking… But that injury put me up for about twelve weeks, then I jumped into the ring for a bit. Jumped around, ran the ropes, and realized it was all better. One year later, I began experiencing some knee pain regularly. Of course, that’s gone for good now, but it cost me some time I could’ve spent training.
Next few roadblocks were mainly mild sprains, but each time, they became more and more irritating. I was on the shelf for about two-and-a-half of those eight years, total. It sucked, but I never gave up. Who knows where I’d be if I had? The streets? Even I don’t know, and I don’t want to really find out…
At age seventeen, I began to wrestle a bit more cautiously, not throwing myself around the ring like a ragdoll like I had done previously, and it worked out in the end. Ever since, my injuries have all healed, the long-term effects are all gone, and now I feel better than ever.
So, that’s the short version of my life up to this point. I’ll go into more detail later on. For now, I have to train for the next Rampage. Draven Logan Kennedy, you’re a PCW Hall-of-Famer, and you’re my next challenge. You’re also gonna be the next to fall to a Kick In The Teeth…
My time to shine!