Post by Jazmyn Rain on Feb 1, 2018 17:10:18 GMT -5
Chapter One
Excerpt from Jazmyn Rain’s currently unnamed and unpublished autobiography…
“I never had a disdain for professional wrestling, but when my father took me to a wrestling show on that March evening in 2010 just to keep me out of the bar if even for one night, I was reluctant but the tickets and backstage passes were already paid for. I wasn’t one of those ‘grow up, wanting to be a wrestler’ types obviously, but at that point in my life, I was looking at professional wrestling superficially. ‘Entertaining car crash’ were the three words that 25-year-old me would describe the sport. So, my father and I went to the show and I had a great time. It was fun. I was entertained. There were a couple of spots during the show where I cringed, yes. After all, the human body wasn’t designed to crash off of a ladder through four tables! Still, it was a blast and at least, I figured, I spent some nice, quality time with my father and took a small, baby step toward becoming something in this life and not just a drinking, party girl wasting her diploma from Florida State University.”
“I was about ready to bolt from the building after the main event was over but my father reminded me about the backstage all-access that we had. I was annoyed, just wanting to go home, but we went backstage to have a tour and a demonstration of what the wrestling business is all about. There were some things that enlightened me like seeing a few wrestlers make the day of a young child by taking a picture with them and other wrestlers congratulations each other for an amazing show, but I saw some of the dark side of the business to. I saw people getting taped up for injuries, people getting stitches and people reminiscing about being away from their loved ones and that is when I knew that wrestling was far deeper than the “entertaining car crash” I had branded it as. These were real people, suffering real injuries, and real hardships: psychologically, financially, and of course, physically. I didn’t say a word when my father drove us home, but once we settled down in our living room, I began to feel a pull… in my heart…”
Date: March 18, 2010 (FLASHBACK)
Jazmyn is wide eyed and stunned as she is seated on her couch returning from the wrestling show that she had attended with her father. It wasn’t just what she saw from her seat that captivated her, it was what she saw behind closed doors that did it also. She has her hands clasped on her lap trying to process everything she witnessed at the wrestling show that night. Her father stands near her, looking down at her trying to get a word out of her that he couldn’t on the drive home.
Jazmyn’s father: Jazmyn?
Jazmyn looks up at her father without saying a word.
Jazmyn’s father: Are you going to say anything? What’s wrong?
Jazmyn: Nothing, Dad.
Jazmyn’s father: Look, if you didn’t have a good time at the show, then you didn’t. But I just wanted to keep you away from the bar, you know?
Jazmyn: Dad, don’t worry. I had a great time at the show. I loved what we saw from our third row seats on the lower level and everything. It was a heck of an experience, but I can’t stop thinking about what we saw when we went backstage.
Jazmyn’s father: Oh?
Jazmyn’s father sits down next to her on the couch, his curiosity obviously piquing. Jazmyn unclasps her hands and rubs her palms on the sweatpants she’s wearing, trying to find the right words to explain what she’s thinking and feeling.
Jazmyn: I thought that wrestlers were just glorified stunt people. But no… those are real people making their living out there, being somebody and in the case of some of them, supporting their families. I never realized that the sport hurt so much but I also never realized how inspiring it can be to other people. Those kids… these wrestlers are like superheroes and villains to them. I had no right to talk so horrible about wrestling and the people involved in them especially knowing that they’re doing way more than me in this life right now…
Jazmyn pauses and sighs, lamenting her current situation as an unemployed party girl who still lives with her father at this point.
Jazmyn: I feel like… this pull… in my heart… it’s hard to explain… in some weird way, that inspired ME too.
Jazmyn’s father: Well, I do admit that it’s a bit of an unorthodox way to be inspired, but any inspiration is good inspiration. How did it inspire you though?
Jazmyn: I want to be somebody, Dad! That’s how it inspired me and seeing that show and seeing what those wrestlers put each other through, it taught me that I CAN and WILL be somebody. But for so long, I didn’t know HOW. I think… I do now….
Jazmyn remains wide eyed, knowing that the pull she just described in her heart is just too much to deny any longer. Deep down, she’s also worried and afraid about how her father is going to react to what’s on her mind and what’s in her heart even though her father has always been someone that encouraged her. Encouraging her to finish her degree or to not give up on herself is one thing… but the thought that’s weighing on her? It’s a completely different thing.
Jazmyn’s dad: You do? Great. So, how are you going to be somebody?
Jazmyn: I shouldn’t, Dad.
Jazmyn’s father: What do you mean you shouldn’t?
Jazmyn: I have this crazy idea in mind that FEELS right, but I don’t think you would understand or accept what it is.
Jazmyn narrows her eyes, almost as if she’s bracing herself for the same rejection she’s dealt with in general throughout her life up to this point that has caused her self-esteem to crumble.
Jazmyn’s father: Why would it be crazy?
Jazmyn: Because there’s no way you’d accept it!
Jazmyn’s father: Jazmyn…
Jazmyn’s father grabs her right hand, causing him to look deep into his eyes.
Jazmyn’s father: I’m your father. If whatever it is you have in mind is something I wouldn’t like, fine. But you’re an adult and you should be making your own decisions without worrying what people like me think. Whatever this thing is, I will accept it and support it one hundred percent even if I don’t think it’s something that is right for you. That being said, what is it that you have in mind? What are you going to do to be someone in this world that is going to pull you out of this drifting state that you’re in.
Jazmyn takes a while to respond, soaking up as much of that feeling in her heart as much as she can before she answers her father.
Jazmyn: Please don’t kill me…
Jazmyn’s father: Jazmyn, come on. Just tell me!
Jazmyn: I… I.... I want to be part of it….
Jazmyn’s father: Be part of what?
Jazmyn: Wrestling, Dad…
Her father’s eyebrows rise, indicating a slight hint of denial.
Jazmyn: I want to be a wrestler….
Jazmyn’s father: ...what???
Her father is in denial, obviously unsure if he heard those words correctly.
Jazmyn: I want to be a professional wrestler and I want to inspire like they do! It’s a weird thing, I know… but my gut tells me for whatever reason that this is how I am going to be someone! I felt that pull in my heart once I realized that professional wrestling was more than an ‘entertaining car crash’ and it’s just too strong to ignore. It feels like it’s for me! I know it’s stupid, but…
Tears start to form in her eyes as Jazmyn anticipates a tear down from her father, despite the fact that he’s never done such a thing to her. However, it’s a mere indication of how fragile her self-esteem is at this point in her life.
Jazmyn: I want this!!!! I feel like that’s the one way I can be somebody! I’m so sorry… please don’t be mad at me…
Jazmyn’s father doesn’t respond right away as he’s trying to process the words that he just heard.
Jazmyn’s father: Listen, I’m going to be honest with you, sweetheart just like I always have been. I don’t agree with this choice, though I’m sure you anticipated that.
Jazmyn: Just tell me it’s stupid and I won’t do it!
Jazmyn’s father: No, it’s not stupid. I’ll admit, I prefer if you didn’t. You saw it with your own eyes, wrestling is a very brutal sport. It’s a lot of pain, it’s plenty of road trips and it’s so much of being away from your friends and family. Do you realize how much it costs to even start training? How are you going to pay for it?
Jazmyn: I don’t know… I don’t have any money.
Jazmyn wipes the tears away from her eyes.
Jazmyn’s father: Jazmyn, you’re my daughter and I love you to death. I don’t want you to get hurt doing this, but I would be wrong to deny you this also. I may not agree with this path you are telling me you want to take, but I’m going to support you on this a hundred percent. If you want to be a professional wrestler, then go ahead and chase that dream. I’d rather you take a chance regardless of what the odds may be than be at the bar drinking your life away any day. But before we go forward with this, I want you to be honest with me. Are you SURE you want to do this?
Jazmyn nods.
Jazmyn: I want this more than anything else in the world! I don’t want to live this party life anymore. This is what’s going to make me a woman. This is what’s going to help me grow up. I know it’s hard to understand now, but if this works out, you’ll see what I’m saying. I can’t think of anything else in the world that would give me the fulfillment I feel that being a professional wrestler is going to give me.
Jazmyn’s father: You do realize that you’re 25 right? That’s quite old to start.
Jazmyn: I don’t care!!! It’s just one more hurdle in the way and I’m going to overcome that too! How? I don’t know. But I WILL!
Jazmyn’s father smiles at the sudden outburst of courage and confidence from Jazmyn.
Jazmyn’s father: Where has this Jazmyn been all of her life?
Jazmyn: I… I don’t know…
Jazmyn’s father: Look, since you feel so strongly about it, go ahead and make it happen. I’ll even help you get started. I’ll pay for your training!
Jazmyn: Oh my god! REALLY???
Jazmyn’s eyes light up with joy!
Jazmyn’s father: Yes… BUT… WHEN you make it mainstream… because knowing you, you will… you’re going to pay me back that money. Alright?
Jazmyn: It’s a deal! Thank you so much, Dad!!!
Jazmyn throws himself into the arms of her father and the two are tied in a warm embrace for a few seconds.
Jazmyn: I’m going to make it! I don’t know how… but I will! When I begin training… it’ll be my first day of becoming somebody! I’m ready to leave the party life behind… for GOOD!
Jazmyn’s father: I’m proud of you, sweetheart. I’ve got this feeling that this is going to work out for the absolute best for you!
Jazmyn: So do I!
Jazmyn takes a deep sigh of relief, happy, joyful and excited to have now laid the foundation on the journey that is going to define, more or less, the rest of her life going forward. She leans in to take in another hug from her father with the pull in her heart telling her that she just made the decision of a lifetime: choosing to become a professional wrestler!
And at this point in time, Jazmyn obviously had no idea of the journey that would lead her to the Guardian Angel and two-time GCW Global Champion she is today!
Excerpt from Jazmyn Rain’s currently unnamed and unpublished autobiography…
“I never had a disdain for professional wrestling, but when my father took me to a wrestling show on that March evening in 2010 just to keep me out of the bar if even for one night, I was reluctant but the tickets and backstage passes were already paid for. I wasn’t one of those ‘grow up, wanting to be a wrestler’ types obviously, but at that point in my life, I was looking at professional wrestling superficially. ‘Entertaining car crash’ were the three words that 25-year-old me would describe the sport. So, my father and I went to the show and I had a great time. It was fun. I was entertained. There were a couple of spots during the show where I cringed, yes. After all, the human body wasn’t designed to crash off of a ladder through four tables! Still, it was a blast and at least, I figured, I spent some nice, quality time with my father and took a small, baby step toward becoming something in this life and not just a drinking, party girl wasting her diploma from Florida State University.”
“I was about ready to bolt from the building after the main event was over but my father reminded me about the backstage all-access that we had. I was annoyed, just wanting to go home, but we went backstage to have a tour and a demonstration of what the wrestling business is all about. There were some things that enlightened me like seeing a few wrestlers make the day of a young child by taking a picture with them and other wrestlers congratulations each other for an amazing show, but I saw some of the dark side of the business to. I saw people getting taped up for injuries, people getting stitches and people reminiscing about being away from their loved ones and that is when I knew that wrestling was far deeper than the “entertaining car crash” I had branded it as. These were real people, suffering real injuries, and real hardships: psychologically, financially, and of course, physically. I didn’t say a word when my father drove us home, but once we settled down in our living room, I began to feel a pull… in my heart…”
Date: March 18, 2010 (FLASHBACK)
Jazmyn is wide eyed and stunned as she is seated on her couch returning from the wrestling show that she had attended with her father. It wasn’t just what she saw from her seat that captivated her, it was what she saw behind closed doors that did it also. She has her hands clasped on her lap trying to process everything she witnessed at the wrestling show that night. Her father stands near her, looking down at her trying to get a word out of her that he couldn’t on the drive home.
Jazmyn’s father: Jazmyn?
Jazmyn looks up at her father without saying a word.
Jazmyn’s father: Are you going to say anything? What’s wrong?
Jazmyn: Nothing, Dad.
Jazmyn’s father: Look, if you didn’t have a good time at the show, then you didn’t. But I just wanted to keep you away from the bar, you know?
Jazmyn: Dad, don’t worry. I had a great time at the show. I loved what we saw from our third row seats on the lower level and everything. It was a heck of an experience, but I can’t stop thinking about what we saw when we went backstage.
Jazmyn’s father: Oh?
Jazmyn’s father sits down next to her on the couch, his curiosity obviously piquing. Jazmyn unclasps her hands and rubs her palms on the sweatpants she’s wearing, trying to find the right words to explain what she’s thinking and feeling.
Jazmyn: I thought that wrestlers were just glorified stunt people. But no… those are real people making their living out there, being somebody and in the case of some of them, supporting their families. I never realized that the sport hurt so much but I also never realized how inspiring it can be to other people. Those kids… these wrestlers are like superheroes and villains to them. I had no right to talk so horrible about wrestling and the people involved in them especially knowing that they’re doing way more than me in this life right now…
Jazmyn pauses and sighs, lamenting her current situation as an unemployed party girl who still lives with her father at this point.
Jazmyn: I feel like… this pull… in my heart… it’s hard to explain… in some weird way, that inspired ME too.
Jazmyn’s father: Well, I do admit that it’s a bit of an unorthodox way to be inspired, but any inspiration is good inspiration. How did it inspire you though?
Jazmyn: I want to be somebody, Dad! That’s how it inspired me and seeing that show and seeing what those wrestlers put each other through, it taught me that I CAN and WILL be somebody. But for so long, I didn’t know HOW. I think… I do now….
Jazmyn remains wide eyed, knowing that the pull she just described in her heart is just too much to deny any longer. Deep down, she’s also worried and afraid about how her father is going to react to what’s on her mind and what’s in her heart even though her father has always been someone that encouraged her. Encouraging her to finish her degree or to not give up on herself is one thing… but the thought that’s weighing on her? It’s a completely different thing.
Jazmyn’s dad: You do? Great. So, how are you going to be somebody?
Jazmyn: I shouldn’t, Dad.
Jazmyn’s father: What do you mean you shouldn’t?
Jazmyn: I have this crazy idea in mind that FEELS right, but I don’t think you would understand or accept what it is.
Jazmyn narrows her eyes, almost as if she’s bracing herself for the same rejection she’s dealt with in general throughout her life up to this point that has caused her self-esteem to crumble.
Jazmyn’s father: Why would it be crazy?
Jazmyn: Because there’s no way you’d accept it!
Jazmyn’s father: Jazmyn…
Jazmyn’s father grabs her right hand, causing him to look deep into his eyes.
Jazmyn’s father: I’m your father. If whatever it is you have in mind is something I wouldn’t like, fine. But you’re an adult and you should be making your own decisions without worrying what people like me think. Whatever this thing is, I will accept it and support it one hundred percent even if I don’t think it’s something that is right for you. That being said, what is it that you have in mind? What are you going to do to be someone in this world that is going to pull you out of this drifting state that you’re in.
Jazmyn takes a while to respond, soaking up as much of that feeling in her heart as much as she can before she answers her father.
Jazmyn: Please don’t kill me…
Jazmyn’s father: Jazmyn, come on. Just tell me!
Jazmyn: I… I.... I want to be part of it….
Jazmyn’s father: Be part of what?
Jazmyn: Wrestling, Dad…
Her father’s eyebrows rise, indicating a slight hint of denial.
Jazmyn: I want to be a wrestler….
Jazmyn’s father: ...what???
Her father is in denial, obviously unsure if he heard those words correctly.
Jazmyn: I want to be a professional wrestler and I want to inspire like they do! It’s a weird thing, I know… but my gut tells me for whatever reason that this is how I am going to be someone! I felt that pull in my heart once I realized that professional wrestling was more than an ‘entertaining car crash’ and it’s just too strong to ignore. It feels like it’s for me! I know it’s stupid, but…
Tears start to form in her eyes as Jazmyn anticipates a tear down from her father, despite the fact that he’s never done such a thing to her. However, it’s a mere indication of how fragile her self-esteem is at this point in her life.
Jazmyn: I want this!!!! I feel like that’s the one way I can be somebody! I’m so sorry… please don’t be mad at me…
Jazmyn’s father doesn’t respond right away as he’s trying to process the words that he just heard.
Jazmyn’s father: Listen, I’m going to be honest with you, sweetheart just like I always have been. I don’t agree with this choice, though I’m sure you anticipated that.
Jazmyn: Just tell me it’s stupid and I won’t do it!
Jazmyn’s father: No, it’s not stupid. I’ll admit, I prefer if you didn’t. You saw it with your own eyes, wrestling is a very brutal sport. It’s a lot of pain, it’s plenty of road trips and it’s so much of being away from your friends and family. Do you realize how much it costs to even start training? How are you going to pay for it?
Jazmyn: I don’t know… I don’t have any money.
Jazmyn wipes the tears away from her eyes.
Jazmyn’s father: Jazmyn, you’re my daughter and I love you to death. I don’t want you to get hurt doing this, but I would be wrong to deny you this also. I may not agree with this path you are telling me you want to take, but I’m going to support you on this a hundred percent. If you want to be a professional wrestler, then go ahead and chase that dream. I’d rather you take a chance regardless of what the odds may be than be at the bar drinking your life away any day. But before we go forward with this, I want you to be honest with me. Are you SURE you want to do this?
Jazmyn nods.
Jazmyn: I want this more than anything else in the world! I don’t want to live this party life anymore. This is what’s going to make me a woman. This is what’s going to help me grow up. I know it’s hard to understand now, but if this works out, you’ll see what I’m saying. I can’t think of anything else in the world that would give me the fulfillment I feel that being a professional wrestler is going to give me.
Jazmyn’s father: You do realize that you’re 25 right? That’s quite old to start.
Jazmyn: I don’t care!!! It’s just one more hurdle in the way and I’m going to overcome that too! How? I don’t know. But I WILL!
Jazmyn’s father smiles at the sudden outburst of courage and confidence from Jazmyn.
Jazmyn’s father: Where has this Jazmyn been all of her life?
Jazmyn: I… I don’t know…
Jazmyn’s father: Look, since you feel so strongly about it, go ahead and make it happen. I’ll even help you get started. I’ll pay for your training!
Jazmyn: Oh my god! REALLY???
Jazmyn’s eyes light up with joy!
Jazmyn’s father: Yes… BUT… WHEN you make it mainstream… because knowing you, you will… you’re going to pay me back that money. Alright?
Jazmyn: It’s a deal! Thank you so much, Dad!!!
Jazmyn throws himself into the arms of her father and the two are tied in a warm embrace for a few seconds.
Jazmyn: I’m going to make it! I don’t know how… but I will! When I begin training… it’ll be my first day of becoming somebody! I’m ready to leave the party life behind… for GOOD!
Jazmyn’s father: I’m proud of you, sweetheart. I’ve got this feeling that this is going to work out for the absolute best for you!
Jazmyn: So do I!
Jazmyn takes a deep sigh of relief, happy, joyful and excited to have now laid the foundation on the journey that is going to define, more or less, the rest of her life going forward. She leans in to take in another hug from her father with the pull in her heart telling her that she just made the decision of a lifetime: choosing to become a professional wrestler!
And at this point in time, Jazmyn obviously had no idea of the journey that would lead her to the Guardian Angel and two-time GCW Global Champion she is today!
