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“Jay Lethal … You’re fired”

“Jay Lethal ….. You’re Fired”

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Many people still ask me “Why did you leave TNA?”  Well for starters, it wasn’t my idea to be released. It rarely is the wrestlers’ idea. To be perfectly honest, I’m still not sure why it happened. I remember getting a call from Terry Taylor explaining to me that I was being let go. Now, I don’t have the greatest memory but I do remember never being told exactly why. It might be due to the fact that I can’t remember asking “Why?”  With the things going through my head at that time, the question of “Why?” was the last thing on my mind. I instantly kicked into “survival mode.”  Okay what now? What moves do I have to make right now?  What do I need to do to keep paying these bills on time?

It was one of many surreal moments for me. I can’t even remember how long the phone call lasted. Once he told me I was being released I kind of stopped listening but not on purpose. I was shocked, scared, nervous, and kind of embarrassed. Until then I had accomplished so much in a short time. Training under Mikey Whipwreck in 2001, making a pretty good name for myself on the Indy Scene with thanks to Cary Silkin when I started in Ring of Honor in June of 2002.

me and cary

Then I made it to TNA in 2005. Getting to not only interact with but also wrestle with legends like Sting, Kevin Nash, Kurt Angle, and Ric Flair. Now I was feeling like I somehow Failed.


I remember hanging up the phone with Terry Taylor and calling my best friend Sonjay. Oddly enough, Sonjay had not long ago gone through the same thing with this company. I remember him easing my at the time worried mind as best friends are good at doing.

sonjay and me

Then, I called Terry Taylor back. I remember asking him to please repeat everything he said because I kind of “zoned out” when I realized what was happening.  I needed a few more details which I’m sure he went over during the first conversation. Terry was very understanding and we had the same conversation all over again. One of the coolest things about that convo was near the end Terry said to me “Jay, you’re a very young kid with big hands (he always joked about me having big hands) and a bright future in this business. Don’t let this get you down. This won’t be the last time you are fired from a wrestling company. It happens to all of us several times. I’ve been hired and fired so many times it would make your head spin!”

Those words really stuck with me. Mainly since I felt at the time this was my first real taste of failure in the wrestling business. In fact, when people ask me if I have any advice for them getting into the wrestling business I give them my honest answer. It used to be “finish school first” or “just be careful.” Now I tell them that getting fired from a wrestling company isn’t the end but it’s the beginning of your biggest “Test” from this business. How you choose to react to this test will play a big part in your success in this business.

There is a really funny and ironic story about that phone call from Terry Taylor. I used to have almost daily phone conversations with Terry since he was A.) One of my bosses, and B.) He wanted to help me by telling me what to fix in the ring. No matter what, every conversation started with “Jay Lethal, you’re fired.” That was even before we said hello. We would chuckle about it and then the real conversation would start. Well, can you imagine how this phone call started???

Jay (Me): Terry!
Terry Taylor: Jay Lethal….. You’re fired.
Jay (me): Hahaha, What’s up Terry?
Terry Taylor: No….. Jay… I’m serious this time. I’m sorry.
Jay (me): Haha what is it Terry I’m in the middle of wa…..
Terry Taylor: We are releasing you from your contract. I’m serious.. I’m sorry buddy….

After that, I couldn’t really remember much as I said before that I kind of “zoned out.” I honestly think it was cool of him to start the conversation off that way. After explaining this story to some people, they thought it was very rude of him. I’m actually glad the conversation went the way it did. For starters, it makes for a cool story HAHA. Also, that’s how our relationship was. He knew I loved to laugh and joke. It also meant to me that nothing was really changing except my employer. Plus Terry knew with me being young and inexperienced to this type of thing and my chipper nature, keeping the convo playful would be a good thing.

Now to answer a question you might have thought of from earlier. Why did I never ask Terry “Why am I being released?” Part of the reason was, I think I already knew why. The company had been making budget cuts for a while at that time. That was also part of the reason that my best friend was no longer there. Come to think of it, not even Sonjay was told why he was released. Plus, I had been off of TV for about 3 months for some unknown reason right after my match with Ric Flair. The other reason I didn’t ask is because I didn’t want to. I knew all that I needed to know. Which was, they didn’t want me anymore. It’s as simple as that to me. I’m always tickled by the reasoning given behind the firing/releasing process. As a company, you either want an employee or you don’t.

Maybe that mind set was part of me being young and inexperience as I mentioned before. At the time I had the mind set that if someone doesn’t want you or to be with you, why try and change their mind? How satisfying is it to know you were wanted, and didn’t have to convince them that they want you? I received a lot of phone calls right after. Some from my friends like Sonjay, Alex Shelly, Chris Sabin, and Chris Daniels just to name a few.

z boys

Some calls even came from people I’ve never spoke on the phone with before like a few TNA office guys, Vince Russo, and even Dixie Carter. I remember having a phone conversation with Vince Russo. He called me a few days after my release. I have always gotten along with Vince Russo and still do to this day. I couldn’t think of a single mean spirited thing to say about him if I tried. One thing he said to me was “you had to have seen it coming bro. You weren’t written on tv for a few months.” He’s right, I should have seen it coming but he probably saw it before me since he was the one writing…. Haha!

I enjoyed my time there and was fully accepting of the fact that it was time to move on. While this ended a chapter in my life it has allowed me to finish a previous chapter that I left unfinished…. Ring of Honor!


To be Continued….

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The Flair Experience part two

I’d like to apologize for the amount of time that has elapsed since my last blog entry. To leave you guys with a “to be continued” for so long is kind of rude. Ill try and make this entry extra special. Before I jump right in, let’s recap a tiny bit. Enjoy!

((previously on jay lethal blog:: I stick out my gross sweaty hand gesturing for a handshake. Before he starts to move his hand/arm I blurt out “Hello Mr. Flair, my name is Jamar and it is an honor to met you.” I then realize that not only is he not extending his arm/hand to shake mine. He is staring at me with his classic half grin and his chin pulled back to rest against his neck. My brothers and I have seen this look from him plenty of times before but a Four-Horseman-style ass whipping normally follows it. Before I could realize that this was becoming an awkward moment, Flair spoke. The words that came out of his mouth literally almost made me piss my pants. He said, “Lets Hear it!”))

As I started my imitation of one of the greatest wrestlers to ever live, I studied his face the whole time. Searching and scanning like a computer for any signs of enjoyment from him. Slowly all of my concentration was fixed on figuring out whether he was enjoying my little show. Normally within the first thirty seconds my audience is laughing hysterically. Flair just stood there watching me with no emotion. At this point I was sweating so much that I could have dissolved an Alka-Seltzer tablet in the palm of my hand. I had completely forgotten about my imitation and was seemingly running on auto pilot. Was that a slight grin? Does he remember saying any of this? What’s in that cup he is carrying? All of these questions and more ran through my head.

I slowly started to shift my focus back on my imitation, everyone around was laughing and smiling except Ric Flair. I thought to myself, “Oh well…I tried… Let’s finish strong.” I turn off the auto pilot switch and found myself in the middle of Ric Flair`s Survivor Series (91) promo after he screwed Hulk Hogan and helped The Undertaker win the world real Flair promo here

“I told Hogan he was short lived. Little baby’s out there now.. tears in their eyes, mothers looking at their fathers!” This was the line that made Ric Flair finally crack a smile. Not only that, but he joined in the laughter along with everyone else. I remember feeling relieved knowing that he liked the imitation and didn’t hate the Ric Flair want-to-be standing in front of him.

Now that I was comfortable, I was able to put all my focus and concentration into entertaining the small crowd that had gathered. Unfortunately that’s when I realized the line I just delivered, that line from Flairs promo at Survivor Series (91) was only the second thing that I had said. I couldn’t believe it, I had only been standing there for about fifteen to twenty seconds! That just goes to show you how nervous I was! Those thirty seconds felt like four to five minutes but if I had the chance I still wouldn’t change a thing.

That first interaction I had with Flair made all the rest fun, and easy. In fact Ric loved my imitation so much he made me “perform” it for everyone he brought to the show that day. I remember being in the locker room putting on my wrestling gear, when I could hear Flair scream for me way on the other side of the building, “Lethal! …..Jay!…. get your ass over here.” Then someone would stick there head in the locker room to tell me that Flair was looking for me. At this point I already knew what he wanted.

When I finally got to him I could hear him whisper to his son Reed “Watch this.” In this scenario Reed can be replaced with anyone who arrived with Flair because the same thing happened every time. Next he would look at me with the biggest smile and say “Give em the mothers looking at there fathers.” He seemed to really love that line. This always ended the same way as well. Flair would walk away with his guest, and I would hear him say “The kid can do me better than I can.”

It wasn’t all fun and games though, several times Flair would watch my matches and tell me mostly what he didn’t like about them. He would tell me to stop doing certain things and 99% of the time I agreed but I always kept that 1% to myself. Several times I even met him at the bar after the show to just hang out and listen to his stories. Hopefully this doesn’t ruin his drinking reputation, but I didn’t drink during those bar meeting and he didn’t force it on me. It was cool just being there and listening to his stories. All I could think of during these times, was the fact that my three brothers would think this was so cool! I wish they could have been there.

One random Impact TV taping, as I arrived I heard Earl Hebner ask me “You ready for tonight.” Yes, was my normal reaction. Even though you never knew what you were going to be doing that day, my answer was always the same. The only other times he would ask me that question was when we had some crazy X division match. Wondering what crazy match the creative team came up with this week, I asked him, “What am I doing today.” He replied, “Woooo! Its you and Flair in a verbal battle daddy!”

I actually get more complements about this back and forth promo with Ric Flair than anything I’ve ever done in this business thus far. Rightfully so, I think its one of the top three things in my career. It also wins the award for the most scariest. The reasons I was terrified were completely justified. For starters, this was the first time TNA had let me come anywhere near a live microphone. Most of my promos were done backstage where it was okay to “take two” due to laughter. Most of my Black Machismo promos were busted, cut, or stopped due to someone laughing.

Combine the fact that this would be my first live in ring promo, with the fact that I’d be face to face with the best microphone artist ever, was enough to give me a heart attack. Once again, I found myself thinking about my brothers back home who would soon be watching their brother interact with Ric Flair on TV. The best part about it was this promo would turn physical like most Ric Flair promos normally do. By the end of the night I would have Ric Flair in a Figure Four! After it was all said and done, I returned to the backstage area to find out I would be doing the same thing next week.

To help prepare for the next promo, I needed a little help getting in the mood. So when Ric Flair left his robe in the make up room I quickly put it on and had Amazing Red snap a picture of me in it. I think it helped.

“That’s my line” seems to be the only thing I can remember about the day I caught lightning in a bottle. What were the odds that this kid from NJ could hang with Ric Flair toe to toe in a live verbal debate, just by acting like him? I was one of the people who thought it couldn’t be done. I was able to walk away from that promo with more confidence, experience, and pride than I had ever had in my life. I would need all three of those things that prepared me for the thing that was soon to come shortly after; the greatest day of my life.

Even my younger brother was able to join in the fun that I was having. He was involved in a backstage beat down with Ric Flair and AJ Styles whipping the crap out of him. I’m not sure if it was the best day of his life, but I’m sure he would do it all again if asked. Which brings me to “the day”.

I can say with certainty that July 11, 2010 a day titled Victory Road is and was the greatest day of my life. I am 27 years old, I’ve never been married and I have no kids. Those are the only two things that I feel could ever match July 11th 2010. Not only did I wrestle my childhood hero and idol, but (although pre determined) I got to defeat him in front of million with the figure four leg lock. Not only did the fact that it was Ric Flair make me nervous but thinking of who would be watching made it even worst.

Unfortunately, this match was surrounded with a bit of controversy. On March 30th, 2008 in the WWE Ric Flair wrestled Shawn Michael’s in his official retirement match. So the fact that Ric Flair was coming out of retirement to wrestle me rubbed some people the wrong way. Determined not to let that get me down I just concentrated on all the positives. I was talking to Sonjay Dutt thinking, you think Triple H and HBK are going to be watching? They are really good friends of Ric’s, why wouldn’t they. He assured me that the whole world would be watching. He knew just how to make me feel at ease and comfortable ha!

The match was awesome, and I even cried like a little girl in front of the world. From the day I met him to the last time I saw him, he made everything we did a memorable moment for me . I’ll forever love and respect the legend, the Nature Boy, Ric Flair.

Thank you Ric!

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The Flair Experience

Hey guys,

I’ve finally got my computer up and running once again. I feel bad about the amount of time that has passed since my last entry so I figured I would make this one extra special. Enjoy!

To properly describe my experience with Ric Flair we first must talk about the discovery of my Ric Flair imitation. In January of 2009 I went to the UK with TNA and it was an incredible trip. (Remember I said I was horrible with dates). The fact that I was loud and rowdy every time we all got on a bus to go to the next town, proved I was excited to be there. Oh, I forgot to mention that most bus rides were 6am or 11:30pm. I remember bothering Kurt Angle every bus ride, even saving him a seat next to mine so he could hear my macho man/machismo first hand. Needless to say, Kurt was not very amused but everyone else was.

As pro wrestlers being on the road and away from our families  is pretty sad so we sometimes have to make our own fun to amuse ourselves or we will go crazy. Well, on our first off day while in the UK some of the guys when out sight seeing. I however was so tired I slept the whole day. Bugging Kurt is a energy draining thing because he is very skilled at drowning people out and ignoring them. When I woke up from the best sleep session ever I realized that the sun had already come and gone. I forget who I was sharing a room with for this wrestling tour but im sure they will never forget, for a number of reasons HA!

When I finally got out of bed I headed to the hotel bar for some food and to see what everyone else was doing. Most of the wrestlers were there having a good time. So I grabbed some food and was persuaded to have a drink by someone who will remain nameless. Most people who know me personally know that I’m not a big drinker. This time I figured, I’m in the UK miles from home, I’m an adult, and I’m having fun so ill have a few. Well wouldn’t you know, a few just so happened to be my limit but unfortunately I didn’t stop at a few. I had drink after drink after drink of…. I cant even remember. I was having some of everything!

After all those drinks I then realized along with everyone else on the tour that I had a pretty good Nature Boy Ric Flair imitation. As a matter of fact its all anyone heard out of me for the rest of the trip. Which was great cause Kurt was getting tired of listening and sitting next to Machismo.

It was only fitting that I bring this Flair imitation of mine back to the states with me for all to enjoy. (by all, I mean the boys who weren’t on the tour). Much like how my Macho Man imitation started, my Ric Flair was becoming a part of me 24/7. Sometimes I would do the Ric Flair imitation slightly without even realizing it. This caught on huge backstage. As a matter of fact the biggest fan of my imitation was/is TNA’s Sr. Director of live events, a man by the name of Craig Jenkins.

Craig was a good sport about the whole thing even though I’ve insulted him the most as Machismo and Flair. I think he knows that Jay loves him but Machismo and Flair slightly hate him Ha! I could tell that the Flair imitation was either really good or really entertaining because now various members of the TNA locker room and office staff started to do their own Flair imitations when they saw me.

My friends and family would now have to listen to both of my imitations for a straight nine months. They finally got a break from me, Machismo and Flair when I went along with TNA on another over seas tour. This time I annoyed I mean entertained everyone on the bus in Germany. I had some new people to bother during this tour like Mick Foley, who I sat next to on most of the bus rides. I think I bothered Mick so much that he told me that I was going to be the new “Al Snow” in his next book. I didn’t really mind since it would help get my name out there. I thought that this could be my big break. I was a bit let down though, because when I read the book I saw that I was only mentioned FOUR times. Looks like I’d have to get famous some other way.

After Germany, anytime people would see me in the locker room they would do a Ric Flair imitation. Then suddenly, about 2 or 3 weeks after being back from Germany a tiny rumor started to spread in the locker room. This rumor “started out low, but then started to grow.” (That’s my favorite line from the Grinch, HA!) The rumor was that Ric Flair was coming to TNA. Of course right away I thought this was a joke to try and scare me. Soon everyone was asking me the same two questions every twenty minutes. “Did you hear that Ric Flair is coming to TNA?” and “ Are you going to do that imitation for him?”

Now I started getting nervous. How can I imitate Ric Flair, in front of Ric Flair? I was suddenly pissed I had too much to drink in the UK almost a year ago. Even though I realize that it wasn’t the alcohol that gave me this great Flair imitation. It was the years and years of watching him, and all the videos and tape of his promos I would watch while growing up. When it was announced that he would be at the Impact Zone on January 4th I was still in shock even though I had known for a few weeks.

Every Impact taping leading up to Flairs debut was nerve wrecking. It seemed every ten minutes I was being challenged or dared to go up to Ric Flair and start doing the imitation for him. A few dared me to introduce myself to him as “the Real Worlds Champion”. This was something I quickly answered “Sure” to but in the back of my mind I knew there was no way I was going to do it. I had it all planned out. I was going to have to catch Flair when he was all alone to introduce myself to him so I wouldn’t make a fool of myself.

Well wouldn’t you know, on January 4th when Ric Flair arrived I tried to avoid him. My logic was, let everyone else meet him first, that way when I go up to him everyone else is off doing his or her own thing. At this point the fan that lived within me was screaming at me to go meet Ric Flair. So I set out to find him. I leave the locker room, turn the corner and I can see him off in the distance surrounded by people. As I get closer I notice that some of the people around Flair are looking back at me, smiling. I’m talking about that smile that says “I cant wait to see this”. At this point I’m ready to turn back because now I realized that this is what some of the guys have been waiting for. They want to see if I’ll do my imitation in front of the real thing. Well they are going to be sadly disappointed because I’m not going to imitate Flair to his face. I’m totally prepared for the backlash from my peers for chickening out. I make my way around a few people standing in my way and BAM! I’m now standing in front of Ric Flair.

I stick out my gross sweaty hand gesturing for a handshake. Before he starts to move his hand/arm I blurt out “Hello Mr. Flair, my name is Jamar and it is an honor to met you.” I then realize that not only is he not extending his arm/hand to shake mine. He is staring at me with his classic half grin and his chin pulled back to rest against his neck. My brothers and I have seen this look from him plenty of times before but a Four-Horseman-style ass whipping normally follows it. Before I could realize that this was becoming an awkward moment, Flair spoke. The words that came out of his mouth literally almost made me piss my pants. He said, “Lets Hear it!”

To Be Continued…

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When the Cat’s Away, the Mice Will Play

Hello All,

If you have read my first blog entry then “Welcome back”. If this is your first time viewing my blog page then you have joined us at a good time. Today I’m going to tell you a little bit about my training/journey to becoming a Pro wrestler. I said in my first blog entry that I would start from the beginning…. I was born April 29th 1985. HA, just kidding, I wont go back that far. I’m going to start at the point where my wrestling dream became a reality. As you will soon tell I’m horrible with remembering dates so bare with me.

It all started sometime in 2001 during the big Mtv wwe/wwf tough enough craze. A small wrestling company based out of NJ named Jersey All Pro Wrestling (J.A.P.W. for short) held a contest just like MTV did. Just one of the many difference was that this contest would last 1 day as oppose to the MTV contest that lasted weeks. The prize for winning the JAPW “tough enough” contest was FREE wrestling training. Apparently the actually date of the contest was July 7th 2001 ( I just looked this up on wikipedia myself). I forgot how much it cost to enter the contest but when I found out the date I remember asking my mom and dad if I could do it. Since at the time I was only 16, they would have to drive me and pay for me to enter the contest as well.

Not only did they agree to let me do it, but also my dad actually seemed just as excited as I was. The day of the contest I put on my favorite gym shorts, a no sleeved A.P.A shirt, and grabbed a towel and we headed out. During the drive to the contest I was super nervous. Here was the chance to live out my dream, make all my friends in school jealous, and to become a star! All I had to do was win this contest. I remember my dad asking me several times during the drive “You ready captain?” I always replied “yup”.

We arrived at this crappy looking building that looked like an abandoned mini market and outside stood some of the strangest looking people I have ever met. Some of which I’m great friends with today. We got inside and waited forever for this damn thing to start. This was our first real taste of the indy wresting world so we didn’t know that starting on time was not an option. At this point I was waiting not only for the contest to begin, But I was also wait on my dad to say, “ok I’m going to sit in the car”. Part of me didn’t want him to stay because I didn’t want him to see me lose. But he sat there in the back of the room with a smile, and his straw hat the whole time.

For hours they made us take back bumps, face bumps, and run from rope to rope till you couldn’t breath. Whatever 3 people did this the best would win the contest. At the end of the day they announced the 3 winners and I was not one of them. I didn’t want to even look in my dad’s direction. Luckily, 1 minute later they announced that they decided to pick a 4th winner. Low and behold that winner was me! They then explained to me that originally they were not going to pick me because I was only 16. Thank God they changed their minds. I was so excited that during the whole car ride home I planned matches in my head against Stone Cold Steve Austin, and the Undertaker. I went to sleep that night thinking “ This begins of my wrestling story”.

After I won the JAPW “tough enough” contest I trained at the JAPW School for 6 months. During those 6 months I had a great time learning some of the wrestling “basics” but JAPW was having trouble getting some of the paid students to pay for training. I’m pretty sure that the money from the students that were supposed to pay was going towards the rent for the building (hopefully). At the beginning of the 7th month the JAPW wrestling school closed it doors for good. I was told “the school is closed but you have learned very fast and you are pretty good now so we are going to put you on some of our shows here and there”. I was excited to be wrestling but I feared that there were still many things that I didn’t know and wanted to learn. So I contacted two of my friends who were attending the Mikey Whipwreck School. I asked about prices and if they could see if Mikey would let me join their class. Mikey agreed and I started training the same week the JAPW School closed.

The greatest part about training at Mikey’s school was they had an actual “head” trainer (Mikey). The JAPW School didn’t really have a head trainer. Whoever came in would show you a thing or two. That person would also try and work with everyone who showed up that day. Another cool part about training with Mikey Whipwreck was the fact that I watched him on TV. I was a fan of all wrestling and watched it anytime I could. Some of the old ECW guys would come in and help. Guys like Tom Marques, Roadkill , Simon Diamond, and Balls Mahoney. Mikey also had a way of making everything we learned seem fun. Plus, here I would meet one of my best/closest friends in the world, Amazing Red. Overall I loved Mikey’s school. Though training at Mikey’s wasn’t always fun. Some days Mikey would have to leave early, and when the cats away, the mice will play. Some of the old……old ECW guys would come in and beat us up for seemingly no reason at all.

I remember one incident during a free ring day. Free ring day is where we got to just wrestle around in the ring doing any and everything that we have learned. I was going back and forth with submissions in the ring with this one kid that we called “Burger”. Some of the guys around the ring at the time told us “No pin falls, don’t stop till someone taps out”. One minute into this little game unfortunately Mikey got a phone call and had to leave. Not two seconds after he had walked out of the door, Roadkill (who I was never a fan of) jumps on this apron and says “Jay your shoulders were down for three seconds, now get out”. This was the first time I had ever met Roadkill and I was shocked he even knew my name. Thinking that he didn’t here the rules of our little game I said to him while I had a guillotine choke loosely applied on burger “They told us to go until someone taps out”. Now I guess saying this series of nine words to Roadkill must trigger some kind of flash back to a dream world where there is no more food, because it instantly sent him into a rage. He replied, “You talk too much”. Then he tagged himself in and kicked me about Six or Seven times. These were the hardest kicks I have ever felt before in my life. He picked me up and clubbed me on the back with every ounce of energy his chubby arms could muster. I felt like that carnival game that you hit with a over sized mallet to try and get the ball to fly up high enough to ring the bell. Finally he jumped in the air as high as he could, which wasn’t that high since gravity was on my side. I think during that second he was in the air I somehow pissed off gravity too and she then sided with Roadkill. He splashed me with the weight of all 10,000 chickens that he would talk about in his promos that I would always fast forward through. Then he tossed me out of the ring. I remember thinking to myself “don’t let him see that you were the slightest bit affected by that”. As a matter of fact at the end of practice, as customary I went around shaking everyone’s hand and said, “See you next time”. When I got to road kill I shook his hand and said “thank you for teaching us today”. The truth is I really did learn a few things that day. I learned that you have to pick your battles, I learned a crash course of how to get thrown out of the ring, and I vowed never to be like Roadkill or any one like him.

After some time with all my training and still having matches for JAPW I finally felt like I was officially trained. That feeling developed by late December of 2003 when for the first time I had to wrestle against someone that I had never met. All this time I had been having matches with guys that went to the JAPW School, and guys that I personally knew. This time was different. His name was Derrick Wylde and I really enjoyed our match. On the way home after that show I thought to myself, “I think now I’m finally ready to begin.”

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