Rowell
09-18-2008, 09:25 AM
As I laid in that hospital bed, back in San Antonio, I awoke from the coma I was in and barely remembered what had happened to me. Two unknown men assaulted me as I slept in my apartment. Was it an individual incident or was it premeditated? Did the two men know who I was and planned the assault, or was I just another random victim?
For weeks I was visited by many people. Former friends, family, and fellow wrestlers came out to make sure I was okay. I hardly knew who these people were. Hell, I didn't really know who I was. Everyone told me stories about my past, but I did not believe them. Deep down, I felt they were all true stories.
I had done dirty things in my past, and recreating them through story made me feel extremely awful. I wished I could repent to the Lord for all my sins, but I was never a religious man. My family was never big on religion, or so my cousin had told me. Even Jesus Christ couldn't save me from what I had become over the years. Only I had the power to right those wrongs.
But the thought that lingered in the back of my mind was who would assault me? I was supposedly a respected wrestler in my six plus years inside the ring. I never made it to the top, but I had been a successful wrestler, even though I'm a smaller framed junior heavyweight. Apparently, I held my own against men twice my size and sometimes even came out victorious.
I worked through my rehabilitation as quick as possible. Subconsciously, I knew I had to return to wrestling, because obviously it was what I knew best. Once my rehab was finished, my cousin took me home and helped me get back into ring shape. We were looking for a clean start for me. I was a new man and needed a new beginning so I could return to the level I once previously held, then break through the wall and get where I always had wanted to be at, the top of the world.
Every day, for six months, I pushed my body to its limits. Push up, sit ups, running miles on end, getting down on the mat and lifting weights was my daily routine. I stayed at my cousin's home with his wife and his two kids. Apparently, I was their favorite cousin, as they hugged me as soon as I had come home.
But what was awkward was that my cousin had told me about my family. My fiancee and son were killed in a car accident the same night I was brutally assaulted. Was it a coincidence or just seperate incidents, that was always the question. For months, the San Antonio Police Detectives were coming around, asking me questions. They always got the same answer, "I don't remember." Until my cousin told me about my family, I hadn't even know I was engaged and had a son. It broke my heart to read the newspaper clippings on their accident and obituaries. I cried for a week, for them and for myself. I wished I could remember them.
When we decided my training was near complete for me to return to the ring, my cousin called his former rival Matt Saunders, and told him who I was and that I was ready to return to the ring. Mr. Saunders had control over a wrestling promotion called International Influence, which highlighted many wrestlers with similar styles and size to me. But who could I be? I wasn't myself anymore. I wasn't who I used to be.
I thought real hard and read up on several different things. I needed a new name, a "gimmick" if you will. I recently became on fan of hawks. And with my cousin telling me I had many years of fame in Mexico, I tied two and two together to create the concept known as Halcón.
For weeks I was visited by many people. Former friends, family, and fellow wrestlers came out to make sure I was okay. I hardly knew who these people were. Hell, I didn't really know who I was. Everyone told me stories about my past, but I did not believe them. Deep down, I felt they were all true stories.
I had done dirty things in my past, and recreating them through story made me feel extremely awful. I wished I could repent to the Lord for all my sins, but I was never a religious man. My family was never big on religion, or so my cousin had told me. Even Jesus Christ couldn't save me from what I had become over the years. Only I had the power to right those wrongs.
But the thought that lingered in the back of my mind was who would assault me? I was supposedly a respected wrestler in my six plus years inside the ring. I never made it to the top, but I had been a successful wrestler, even though I'm a smaller framed junior heavyweight. Apparently, I held my own against men twice my size and sometimes even came out victorious.
I worked through my rehabilitation as quick as possible. Subconsciously, I knew I had to return to wrestling, because obviously it was what I knew best. Once my rehab was finished, my cousin took me home and helped me get back into ring shape. We were looking for a clean start for me. I was a new man and needed a new beginning so I could return to the level I once previously held, then break through the wall and get where I always had wanted to be at, the top of the world.
Every day, for six months, I pushed my body to its limits. Push up, sit ups, running miles on end, getting down on the mat and lifting weights was my daily routine. I stayed at my cousin's home with his wife and his two kids. Apparently, I was their favorite cousin, as they hugged me as soon as I had come home.
But what was awkward was that my cousin had told me about my family. My fiancee and son were killed in a car accident the same night I was brutally assaulted. Was it a coincidence or just seperate incidents, that was always the question. For months, the San Antonio Police Detectives were coming around, asking me questions. They always got the same answer, "I don't remember." Until my cousin told me about my family, I hadn't even know I was engaged and had a son. It broke my heart to read the newspaper clippings on their accident and obituaries. I cried for a week, for them and for myself. I wished I could remember them.
When we decided my training was near complete for me to return to the ring, my cousin called his former rival Matt Saunders, and told him who I was and that I was ready to return to the ring. Mr. Saunders had control over a wrestling promotion called International Influence, which highlighted many wrestlers with similar styles and size to me. But who could I be? I wasn't myself anymore. I wasn't who I used to be.
I thought real hard and read up on several different things. I needed a new name, a "gimmick" if you will. I recently became on fan of hawks. And with my cousin telling me I had many years of fame in Mexico, I tied two and two together to create the concept known as Halcón.