My premature self-discovery & individual breakthrough – Professional Wrestling

The god-given lack of coordination between the television controller and I in 1999 authorized a path for me to venture down.

My first encounter with Professional Wrestling served as a temporary self-discovery of innocence.

The encounter serves as one brief example, of what analytically, those closest to me consider I suffer from: venomous-levels of infatuation.

Assertively I present myself to anyone as a fascinated-enthusiast rather than an over-obsessed devotee. Eventually, this enthusiasm transitioned into an obsessive-fixation, not an obsession. Finally, the craze has compulsively developed an everlasting breakthrough between a human-being and (a) dream(s).

In the first grade, the excuse for my cooperatively-accommodating nature was exclusive: The sooner I cooperate the sooner I can make it home to watch Power Rangers.

Humbly unaware, stridently obnoxious, I would scamper from the bus-stop to my front-door; and drop my nap-sack as if it was a bag of scorching-potatoes. Glide, or depending on the mood of those in my household, I would slither towards the basement-stairs while intentionally obstructing my mother’s vocal concern for safety.  If time was a factor, about to become an issue, I would jump every other stair. The goal was to cement myself in an unfinished basement in Suburban-Conservative-Canada and channel-surf for Power Rangers. True story.

I voided the possibility of doing any adding or subtracting during the precious hours of 4 p.m., to about 6 p.m. The reason for leaving my frustratingly-tarnished mathematical booklet in my cubby was to permit the viewing of my beloved jingle.

I anxiously remember tapping the power-button on the television controller; vigorously insensible to its only function. For the first time I must have fumbled the controller.

Sub-consciously I sing the power rangers theme song but consciously I hear…“World Championship Wrestling presents Monday Night Nitro,” articulating via random-masculinity out of the muffled television speakers. It is Tuesday afternoon at 4 p.m., how is this possible? Do I even care to recognize I am not on the correct channel?

Confused, irritated, annoyed, disorientated and bothered; but yet, mystified, fascinatingly-bewildered, enlightened, open-minded, accepting and accepted.

The negatives listed directly above do not need an explanation. The positives listed directly above are words that have altered into phrases; then budding into expression, but ultimately responsible for my love-affair with Pro Wrestling. Each word defines a piece of my patience with Pro Wrestling. Each expression signifies my admiration for Sports Entertainment and the entertaining sport it unfortunately has struggled to be. The self-discovery and eventual

breakthrough start now.

Mystified: Feeling perplexed broadened my imagination rather than pushing me into a new direction. This prevented the demolition of a favorite routine and warranted the beginning of a new one. Watching Rey Mysterio Jr. felt mystically-obscure but then again so are the Power Rangers.

Bewilderment: This emotion derives from capturing something new. Disorientation clouded my mind and the little guilt justified by my mother’s religious views played the lead-antagonist. Another puzzling fact was brought to my attention upon the immediate initiation of our relationship (Professional Wrestling and I). In very little time, the only sense of bewilderment generated from an odd-craving to forbid myself from changing the channel.

Enlightened: I laboriously became coherent, guided by rational, pure-logic and the desire to study the material before me. The interest I displayed confirms my first experience with Pro Wrestling was educating. The desire to keep watching proved and still proves how enlightened I was after viewing my first west-coast-pop and chair shot.

Open-minded: One can go as far to say this word definitively implies what it means to be unprejudiced. I already spoke of my immediate tolerance for Pro Wrestling, but viewing one wunderkind among a locker room flooded by wunderkinds; my imaginarium became receptive to it all.

 Accepting and Accepted: Viewers are encouraged to applaud their favorite talent. Approval stems from persuasive and compelling recognition through specific acknowledgement; acknowledgement suggesting athletic superiority organically drives this profession. Answering affirmatively, I seek comprehension of ‘A’ or ‘THE’ specific meaning and market-place. I immediately crave a place in the market. Influence and bias are absent because favoritism exists primarily in the midst of competition and appreciation exists in the midst of everything else. Approval of these athletic-larger-than-life-stunt-devils was distributed at first glance. Compelled, I immediately recognized and acknowledged the level of athletic-superiority this profession dishes out. Now I boast about it. I accept my passion for professional wrestling and forever that passion strives for professional wrestling to accept it.

All of the above relate to the individual-discovery of Pro Wrestling. Each breakdown serves as a continuous progressing breakthrough, to this day. A fluke granted a prolonged infatuation with this industry.

This material is is a precise outlook. An implication of my relationship and heart-driven affiliation for this business; also serving as a brief-narrative of where the bond between Pro Wrestling and I first ignited.