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.
