I wish I could say Iím excited for Season 12, but I'm not. Itís been a long time since I felt anything for wrestling, and truth be
told Iím not sure how many more seasons I have left in me. How many more matches I can wrestle that wonít catch the right
eyes. How many more great promos will fall on deaf ears. I picture myself sorta like a Vincent Van Gogh - one who will not truly
be appreciated, adored or remotely respected until he is long, long gone.
So let me paint you a picture. A 16-year-old kid finds his way to the Chikara Wrestle Factory much to the dismay of his loving family
and long term highschool sweetheart. The unprofessional wrestler fights 3 long years for a debut regardless of the fact that his
parents are now divorced and his future wife, is no longer even his girlfriend. But itís OK, 'cause "wrestling is fun" right?
It was fun to lose my hair. It was fun to lose his pride. But just when the pond couldnít get any deeper, it decided to become a
lake. In 3 seconds, 2 men in 1 match revealed to the world on iPPV that the only thing greater than Karma is Destiny. Because It doesn't matter
how much cardio I did, or how much weight I could throw up - after all, he is only as good as Destiny chooses him to be. Destiny
doesnít want him to be ďthe man.Ē
You see when Destiny reaches for your hand there are only two options. You can grab itís 5 fingers tightly and
innocently trust it to guide you through itís chosen route to safety... or you can clench your fingers even tighter, make a fist and
punch Destiny in the face. But Iíve discovered a whole new way. Why not hold grab a hold of Destinyís hand and walk it down a cliff?