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10/31/2011:
As time continues to slip...as the clock winds down...as the sand fills the bottom of the hourglass...I see
that it's almost "High Noon."
It's funny how life works. It seems like it was only yesterday - sitting in my sandbox, as a 5-year-old child.
I would play with my various action figures, lost within my own imagination for hours. Occasionally, I would gaze
up beyond the clouds, into the burning hot sun, hoping that time would stand still, and I could live in that moment
forever.
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As I grow older, it seems as though the hours, the minutes, and the seconds tick by a little quicker.
The days, the weeks, the months and the years move a little faster. You learn to appreciate the opportunities
and the moments in your life so much more. In one moment, I am just a kid, with a disability and a troubled
homelife, trying to escape it with my love of professional wrestling; in the next, I am a teenager, trying to
figure out where I fit into life, watching some of the most legandary wrestlers of all time on TV, perform in
the ECW Arena...and now, I am man...a professional wrestler... getting my first opportunity to perform in that
very same building in which so many iconic stars, past and present, have laced up their boots. On November 13th,
at "High Noon," not only will I be able to live out one of my career goals, by wrestling in front of a packed house of
rabid CHIKARA fans in Philly, but I will be seen by millions live on iPPV around the globe. I am thankful to
CHIKARA and the CHIKARMY for allowing me the chance to experience a moment like this.
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Though I have made many friends in CHIKARA, one man that is anything but...is Icarus. Ugh. I guess beating
you two straight times was just too much for your weak, ego-centric mind to handle? So what did you do? Sunk
to new lows, called me a phony and a fraud - accused me of faking my Cerebral Palsy. The more I write about
it, the more I realize what a terrible individual you must be, Icarus. Here I am, a guy with C.P., trying to live my
dream, and turn what should have been a negative into a positive. And I beat you fair and square. Twice.
Your brain can't handle that. You can't accept the idea that someone with a handicap could beat you - because
in your head, you have no handicap. Well as far as I'm concerned, you're blind. You can't see that handicaps
can be overcome. You can't see that a disability is just an obstacle that the best of us find a way to surmount.
That's your handicap, Icarus, and because you're blind to the truth and blind about the reality of Cerebral Palsy,
you're at a bigger disadvantage than I could ever be. At "High Noon," I'm going to open your eyes.
Some moments go by too fast. But I promise you, Icarus, when that bell rings in Philadelphia, I am going to make
the seconds crawl. I will stop
your world on its axis and make you regret all the things you've done and said. When I stand victorious at
"High Noon," you will be lying flat on the canvas...and as you gaze up beyond the rafters, into those burning hot
lights, you will have to relive that moment...forever. At the end, you will see, that the lowly villian does not
prevail over the Handicapped Hero.
10/31/2011:
As time continues to slip...as the clock winds down...as the sand fills the bottom of the hourglass...I see
that it's almost "High Noon."
It's funny how life works. It seems like it was only yesterday - sitting in my sandbox, as a 5-year-old child.
I would play with my various action figures, lost within my own imagination for hours. Occasionally, I would gaze
up beyond the clouds, into the burning hot sun, hoping that time would stand still, and I could live in that moment
forever.
