Post by thepanda on Jul 27, 2018 17:33:06 GMT -5
No fancy set up. Nothing elaborate. Just Britty Kane sitting downstairs in her basement. A DSLR with a microphone is in front of her. Her living room, in a house that has a couple living upstairs, is covered with various movie, video game and other posters. A smile is on her face, as it usually is, while she leans back on her leather sectional couch. The kind with cupholders and reclines back.
“Before I really get into the meat and potatoes of my first match in New Generation Wrestling, how about we have a lil’ bit of a history lesson so you can know just who ‘The Heckin Panda’ Britty Kane is. I was born in Syracuse, New York just a bit more than 20 years ago. My mom was a college student at Syracuse and my dad, well, he was a basketball player for the Orange. Nine months later, lil’ ole me popped out and life was never the same, at least for my mom and I.
He didn’t want anything to do with us despite getting her pregnant. He already had a kid to look after and didn’t want another one. So, flash forward five years, my mom slits her wrists in front of me. Now, I don’t want you going aww poor Britty. Events our lives shape us into who we are. It put me in a bad place for the next 13 years but I’ve come out stronger for it.”
She does wipe away a tear thinking about her mom.
”My grandparents were polar opposites. See, I didn’t get to go live with my dad because he didn’t want me, so instead I got to live with a religious nut job and a man who drank because of it. My grandma was all about lawd Jesus. She let me know right away that mom killed herself because of the burden I brought into her life. Because she didn’t get the abortion that grandma had suggested. I don’t really get how a woman of God can advise someone to get an abortion but mom kept me.
For 13 years I berated on a daily basis by her. I was told I was ugly, that my boobs were a curse from Satan for mom having unprotected sex, that if I liked someone other than a boy I’d spend my life in hell and so many other things. If I had sex I’d be banished to an all-girls school in the middle of nowhere. It might sound like a bad movie for Lifetime, but that was my life for a long time. Putting up with being a good little “Christian” girl so I didn’t have to hear the dangers of being evil.
Of course that ignores the time I was caught doing something with a boy just so I’d fit in, but that’s totally besides the point here.
Professional wrestling, watching it rather, was my total escape from the reality I was living in. I’d watch my dad on TV, on the DVDs he put out, on YouTube, on whatever I could to watch this sport. I knew when I was 10 years old this is what I would do with my life. I wanted to be a professional wrestler, mostly in the sole hopes of him noticing me. I know of at least one person in this company knows who my dad was, ‘Reckless Jack’ Brad Kane.”
Shake of her head follows.
”All I wanted was for him to notice me, maybe take me in and save me from the life I was living. Understand this isn’t me looking for sympathy, I just want you to understand why I wrestle, that’s all.
Anyways, I was 16 when I met him. It was a late night at a local Ihop because he was wrestling in Syracuse that night. The city kinda adopted him despite him being from mostly Boston. Regardless, I walk up to him, no pad and paper so I don’t look like I want an autograph. Phone is in my pocket so I’m not selfie hunting. It was my time to say who I was and I wanted to be a wrestler like him, like my brothers, like my uncle, like their cousin and I was nervous.
So I go up to him, shaking, and he asks me what I want. I explain I’m a big fan, love his matches, and other stuff that was true. He asks me to sit down so I do. After a few minutes of talking I ask him if he remembers my mom, which he kinda does, and I explain him to that I’m her daughter, the product of their night together.
Do you know what he said to me after that?
‘Oh, well, get the fuck on outta here then. Didn’t want anything to do with that then or now.’
I cried for a few days after that. Everything I had hoped for was crushed. Destroyed. The dreams I had of him whisking me out of the hell I was in, gone. I thought about it while I was in bed for a day, my soul crushed, and I thought about it more and more.
I still wanted to be a wrestler, and I was going to use his name, their name, the name that I was all but denied the one time I met my dad. Two years later? He died and my resolve never changed. I was going to get into this sport and use this Kane name as my means of getting back to this family.
In the time since my half brothers have been fine to me so it’s not so much out of spite as it is I don’t want to wrestle with my real last name, and no you aren’t going to find it out.”
Her smile begins to come back now as she leans back on the couch.
”I wrestle now because I love it. I love this sport. It’s what I wanted to do since I was 10 despite the changing reasons. From wanting to get my dad to notice me, to spite this name or just now falling in love with everything. I love what I’m able to do in the ring and all the kids that love me being a goof in a panda suit sometimes.
I mean, my nickname is the Heckin’ Panda after all. I just want kids out there, specifically little girls like myself, who were put into a bad situation that life gets better. You will get out of it. I was stuck in a religious nut job household where I had to lie about who I was. Everything in life gets better.
Now I’m wrestling for three companies, holding a championship and getting better every time I step into the ring. New Generation Wrestling, Britty Kane will be coming to a ring near you soon!”
With that said, Britty reaches over and shuts off the camera while muttering why did I end it like that.
“Before I really get into the meat and potatoes of my first match in New Generation Wrestling, how about we have a lil’ bit of a history lesson so you can know just who ‘The Heckin Panda’ Britty Kane is. I was born in Syracuse, New York just a bit more than 20 years ago. My mom was a college student at Syracuse and my dad, well, he was a basketball player for the Orange. Nine months later, lil’ ole me popped out and life was never the same, at least for my mom and I.
He didn’t want anything to do with us despite getting her pregnant. He already had a kid to look after and didn’t want another one. So, flash forward five years, my mom slits her wrists in front of me. Now, I don’t want you going aww poor Britty. Events our lives shape us into who we are. It put me in a bad place for the next 13 years but I’ve come out stronger for it.”
She does wipe away a tear thinking about her mom.
”My grandparents were polar opposites. See, I didn’t get to go live with my dad because he didn’t want me, so instead I got to live with a religious nut job and a man who drank because of it. My grandma was all about lawd Jesus. She let me know right away that mom killed herself because of the burden I brought into her life. Because she didn’t get the abortion that grandma had suggested. I don’t really get how a woman of God can advise someone to get an abortion but mom kept me.
For 13 years I berated on a daily basis by her. I was told I was ugly, that my boobs were a curse from Satan for mom having unprotected sex, that if I liked someone other than a boy I’d spend my life in hell and so many other things. If I had sex I’d be banished to an all-girls school in the middle of nowhere. It might sound like a bad movie for Lifetime, but that was my life for a long time. Putting up with being a good little “Christian” girl so I didn’t have to hear the dangers of being evil.
Of course that ignores the time I was caught doing something with a boy just so I’d fit in, but that’s totally besides the point here.
Professional wrestling, watching it rather, was my total escape from the reality I was living in. I’d watch my dad on TV, on the DVDs he put out, on YouTube, on whatever I could to watch this sport. I knew when I was 10 years old this is what I would do with my life. I wanted to be a professional wrestler, mostly in the sole hopes of him noticing me. I know of at least one person in this company knows who my dad was, ‘Reckless Jack’ Brad Kane.”
Shake of her head follows.
”All I wanted was for him to notice me, maybe take me in and save me from the life I was living. Understand this isn’t me looking for sympathy, I just want you to understand why I wrestle, that’s all.
Anyways, I was 16 when I met him. It was a late night at a local Ihop because he was wrestling in Syracuse that night. The city kinda adopted him despite him being from mostly Boston. Regardless, I walk up to him, no pad and paper so I don’t look like I want an autograph. Phone is in my pocket so I’m not selfie hunting. It was my time to say who I was and I wanted to be a wrestler like him, like my brothers, like my uncle, like their cousin and I was nervous.
So I go up to him, shaking, and he asks me what I want. I explain I’m a big fan, love his matches, and other stuff that was true. He asks me to sit down so I do. After a few minutes of talking I ask him if he remembers my mom, which he kinda does, and I explain him to that I’m her daughter, the product of their night together.
Do you know what he said to me after that?
‘Oh, well, get the fuck on outta here then. Didn’t want anything to do with that then or now.’
I cried for a few days after that. Everything I had hoped for was crushed. Destroyed. The dreams I had of him whisking me out of the hell I was in, gone. I thought about it while I was in bed for a day, my soul crushed, and I thought about it more and more.
I still wanted to be a wrestler, and I was going to use his name, their name, the name that I was all but denied the one time I met my dad. Two years later? He died and my resolve never changed. I was going to get into this sport and use this Kane name as my means of getting back to this family.
In the time since my half brothers have been fine to me so it’s not so much out of spite as it is I don’t want to wrestle with my real last name, and no you aren’t going to find it out.”
Her smile begins to come back now as she leans back on the couch.
”I wrestle now because I love it. I love this sport. It’s what I wanted to do since I was 10 despite the changing reasons. From wanting to get my dad to notice me, to spite this name or just now falling in love with everything. I love what I’m able to do in the ring and all the kids that love me being a goof in a panda suit sometimes.
I mean, my nickname is the Heckin’ Panda after all. I just want kids out there, specifically little girls like myself, who were put into a bad situation that life gets better. You will get out of it. I was stuck in a religious nut job household where I had to lie about who I was. Everything in life gets better.
Now I’m wrestling for three companies, holding a championship and getting better every time I step into the ring. New Generation Wrestling, Britty Kane will be coming to a ring near you soon!”
With that said, Britty reaches over and shuts off the camera while muttering why did I end it like that.