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Post by Rated R on Oct 10, 2008 17:20:39 GMT -5
Authors Note
Lets make it clear first off, this is 100% authentically written by myself, the one and only Leon Trait. Different people may know me by different names, but I’m sure anybody who has actually bought this book knows exactly what they are getting from me since my life has been pretty well documented since my entry into the wrestling business all those years ago.
Hell, my wrestling career isn’t anywhere near over, it’s really only just beginning, I’ve got a decade or more left in me yet if my body holds out, but I don’t want to wait thirty years then pen a book about a wrestling business that I may have left by then, so here it is, the uncensored Leon Trait ‘Career retrospective, straight from the hand that knows the best, my own. |
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Post by †hê Jå§ðñ Wïllïåm§ on Oct 10, 2008 17:21:51 GMT -5
 this gonna be ownage |
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Post by perilloboy123 on Oct 10, 2008 18:14:48 GMT -5
This sounds like it's going to be real interesting. Good luck with this, man.
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Post by joeytribbianirules on Oct 10, 2008 19:41:21 GMT -5
I like how it's in a book format, so it's all in the past tense. This should be interesting.. You've got a reader for sure.
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Post by Red Dragon on Oct 11, 2008 2:35:55 GMT -5
Very original with the whole book thing, I'm expecting each update to be called chapter..., good luck
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Post by Rated R on Oct 11, 2008 3:54:53 GMT -5
Chapter One: It wasn’t easy growing up
I, like many other fan of wrestling, grew up watching the greats. I mean the real greats of wrestling, not the current ‘greats’ that haven’t even earned the right to be called that yet. I grew up in a time when Hulk Hogan and Ric Flair were at the top of the wrestling food chain. When the Monday Night Wars was just a dream. When wrestling really meant something to the fans.
I always say that family life is what drove me to wrestling, to the world of eccentric bigger than life characters. I guess it was something to do with escaping reality, to get away from a life that I never showed an interest in, that I never really felt at home with.
I never knew my father when I was a kid, my mum got pregnant on holiday with some guy she didn’t really know. She kept in touch with the guy after that, so I always had the minimal contact with him, but I never really met him when I was a kid, it just never seemed to happen.
My mother married again, when I was four, and my step-father was the biggest loser I have ever met. I still hate him now, remembering all the crap he put my family through. The amount of times I wish I could just wipe him from my memories is unbelievable, and it probably isn’t normal for a human being to have that much hate in them, but I do, and it isn’t going away.
My teenage years weren’t that good either, in fact, they were the worst moments of my life. I had a serious anger management problem in my youth, in that if someone got in my way I would take their head off with a right hook. I always was a good fighter, and I guess that is what set me on my path. A single fist fight with my step-dad that left him lying in a hospital bed and me on a plane to Barcelona to live with my real dad and his family. It should have bothered me, that my mother didn’t care enough to choose me over a loser, but it doesn’t, I’ve never found the time to care.
I didn’t stop long with my Dad. I loved Spain, and my dad was always pretty cool, but it was the fact that I quickly became involved with a bad crowd that I hate about that period of my life. I made so many bad decisions that alcohol, drugs and girls quickly became my life, and it was the need to escape all that that resulted in me moving to Calgary after I had finished school.
So now that the boring part of my life is out of the way, lets start the best part.
I was a seventeen year old kid, living on my own in Canada. That’s where my life really started, and that is where the actual story really begins. |
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