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The Death Of Josh Abercrombie

Source -  Josh Raymond
(Exact copy from Josh Raymond's Myspace)

 

I began my inception into the wrestling business at the naive age of eighteen.  I didn't know what to expect, nor did I foresee my future in the business.  All I wanted to do was wrestle.  I didn't presume it was going to be fun.  The only certainty I had was that I was certain to do it and not let anything stop me.  Growing up, I never had any other intention than to wrestle and fresh out of high school, I was ready to dive right in.  What I didn't know was that I was going to hate what I became.

Most wrestlers don't use their real names.  Whether it is a way to separate "real life" from "fiction", the "normal world" from "wrestling world" or just the idea of using a more unique, unusual name, most professional wrestlers seem to lead double lives.  I was bestowed the last name "Abercrombie" from a shirt I was wearing.  At the time, I was a simple, orthodox, typical teenager who was just happy to be involved.  I didn't care about making money or getting a full time job in this business.  I definitely didn't care that much about what name I wrestled under. 

To me, the name "Abercrombie" originally symbolized a vain and materialistic person.  I was once that in and out of the ring.  I used to have a generic haircut, accompanied by only the finest hair gel.  I even cared about what brand of clothing I wore.  I was young then and just starting out on my own in life and in the wrestling business.  Not once did I stop and to look at the road I was traveling, never realizing I would still be wrestling five years later without anything to show for myself.  Never once did I consider that I wouldn't be making enough to support a family, buy a house, or even afford a new car.

Fast forward to now.  Today.  Almost five and a half years, one knee surgery, numerous broken bones and concussions, countless other injuries, disappointed family members, ruined relationships, lost friends, and hundreds of thousands of miles traveled later… I am someone else.  The double life doesn't exist.  My current three-year relationship suffers because of all the time I put into wrestling.  Everything I do from the moment I wake up, to the moment I sleep, is to make myself a better professional wrestler.

Josh Abercrombie and Josh Raymond cannot co-exist.  They are not two separate people.  I don't have a fictional world of professional wrestling and a "real life".  This is not a hobby or a job… this is my life.  I hate mustaches.  I am not Josh Abercrombie.  I am Josh Raymond and I am pro wrestling.


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