Let’s face it, life is not easy for anybody walking this planet. No matter where you live, whether you’re rich or poor, everybody’s going through something. Granted all our problems are different and you may look at someone else’s as a non-issue, but big or small they exist for us all.
The story of my life is a twisted tale filled with some ups, many downs and the endless search for what we all call “happiness”. Perhaps the search has seemed never ending for me due to some subconscious things in my childhood. I bet that’s what a shrink would say at least. Maybe not having my biological father in my life has somehow made me seek out something that will never be found. There were other males in my life, my brother’s father and my stepfather. But, there’s just something about the guy that actually created you that all of us crave to have. It’s part of who we are, our legacies and our history.
I’ve still yet to find what I’m truly looking for, but there has always been one thing that I can do that makes everything else inconsequential. A place that I could go to and just hang out in the “nothing box” in my brain (This is a reference to a very funny explanation of how men’s brains are compartmentalized like boxes on YouTube). For me pro wrestling has been my go-to since before I can even remember. From what I was told, I attended a live event at the age of 2 and was instantly locked in. I’ve always been a sponge for statistics, any kind of knowledge I could possibly absorb about my passions. This also applies to my love of football, basketball and baseball, but with wrestling it was always much deeper. It’s a gift and a curse really. I’ve had many intelligent conversations with other fans, but I can assure you the amount of dates my wrestling acumen has gotten me is limited to, well zero. Anyways, back to that search I was talking about.
Fast forward to 2015 and I’m still doing my impression of Chris Griffin chasing a cupcake on a stick, unable to accrue the seemingly unobtainable “happiness”. I finally decided that it was time to nut up and try to make something out of what brings me joy and put to use the endless amount of wrestling knowledge I’ve obtained. Thus TRR was born and while we are a mere pimple on the ass that we call the internet, everything was far exceeding my expectations. The workload was vast, covering 5-6 shows (3 live) every week, designing the website (which I have NO experience with), writing my own column, covering classic pay-per-views, 24 hour news. You name it, I was doing it.
Heading into last summer, we lost one TRR contributor, putting us down to three. That’s fine, totally understandable, I can make this work. We hit the end of summer and now I get ‘sick’. I only put quotes around that because I found it to be the easiest way to describe it. I wasn’t “I have cancer sick”, just “I have blood clots sick”. There certainly are worse health issues for one to deal with, but at the same time it hasn’t been a picnic either. Add another giant scoop on my plate, but I would be out of work which in turn gave me more time to put into TRR. After losing a friend a couple of short months later, the TRR crew was reeling. At TRR we have all been close friends for years, long before TRR was even an idea.
Justifiably so, that led to another contributor dropping. I hold no hard feelings, it was a very difficult time for us all and the break was needed. More helpings to my plate would follow with an unexpected move, financial issues due to being out of work (Funny how insurance companies are all over you when you owe them money, but not the other way around, right?) and I had been pushed to the brink. It was not an easy decision to make, but it was clear to me that I was watching Top Rope Report die right in front of my very eyes. I had to walk away. I didn’t want to, but the odds had gotten the best of me and my blood clot ridden arm couldn’t punch anymore. I assumed it was over.
To be honest, although it was ultimately my choice to not continue, I had been put into a corner and it really brought me down. Time heals all wounds however and when you love what you do, it’s very hard to stay away. The rest of the TRR crew are all married or in very serious relationships. For me, the business has always been my love, my mistress. Marriage and all that hoopla no longer interests me at this point. I can never love anything more than I love the ins-and-outs of pro wrestling. There’s no feeling greater than finding what you were born to do, it’s damn-near orgasmic.
I tried to get out, but was pulled right back in. So here we are, back in the saddle again. The time off afforded everyone to get re-engaged and regroup, overall I think it will be good for everybody. We’ve been able to add to the TRR contributor roster and get a sorely needed site redesign. The fact that the old site looked as solid as it did with my lack of experience was a miracle. I could never create anything that holds a candle to what we have now. We have the total package now, combining the great look with the great content from before. Sometimes we will be the first to report news, sometimes we won’t. That’s the nature of the beast today, but I can promise you will not find any live results as detailed as the ones we provide. Roddy Piper once said, “They say you shouldn’t toot your own horn, but who better knows the tune?”.
This the story of my redemption, our resurgence, TRR’s resurrection. This is not a sob story, this is an inspirational tale about fighting for your goals and continuing to plug away at whatever you’re passionate about. TRR is my life and I will do anything to see it succeed. I may fail, I may not. I have to try because it’s worth it to me. Keep giving us your support, spread the word about us. If we all work together, we can take over. So this is my call to arms. Calling on Doug, Josh, Kristina, Molly, Dave and all of our Top Ropers out there. Mount up, it’s time to ride.