Malachi ["...and nothing else matters"]

I'm 29 years old, about 5'5" 165lbs, thick dark brown hair/hazel eyes, Greek and Italian from East Longmeadow, MA. I love most varieties, types, styles, and genres of music and I'm also a musician. I play keys, do vocals, and write when the mood hits me the right way. I have a pretty big interest in musicals and theater as well. I'm what you would call an avid lover of wrestling. With this being said, no "marks" please (if you're reading this and are a true lover of the business, and you don't believe that Taker and Kane are really brothers. You don't take gimmicks, storylines and angles seriously because you know that they are just that: gimmicks, storylines and angles which unfortunately most of the time are scripted, very poorly I might add.) Some people get so wrapped up in all of the "soap opera-like" drama, they tend to forget that it's sports entertainment. Don't get me wrong, the athleticism and strength of some of them are pretty sweet, as well as the masterminds of the business. In order to be successful in this business you must either be an athlete, have a brilliant mind, or be good on the stick to be able to get over and get the big push that everybody in this business dream of. I'm not talking about somebody who may have been into one or maybe even a few wrestlers, nor am I talking about liking one maybe two feds. I am a fan of the business and I've lived, breathed and slept wrestling. It's always been a dream of mine to one day becoming a professional wrestler, so a while back I started going to classes (school in reality) to literally "learn the ropes", the moves, and to take the bumps (and yes, they DO hurt). Unfortunately however, through no fault of my own, my biggest dream in life would never be able to come to pass. In April of 2003, I underwent major spinal surgery and fusion (T4-L4) with implementations for a spine disease called "Scheuermann's Kyphosis." Since then, rheumatoid arthritis and neuropathy have set in which makes it really difficult to do anything anymore. From somebody who has been athletic and in shape for most of his life, to basically being somebody who has more and more difficulty getting around. Add to all that, some pretty bad cases of rheumatoid arthritis, vertigo, AADHD, bipolar, manic depression, high anxiety, and PTSD, you begin to realize just how difficult things are for me to be able to deal with most of the time. If you're reading this and wondering if I'm frustrated, angry, or bitter about all this, I can answer that with one simple word: "YES" How the hell could I not be? I'm not a damn machine, I'm human. (If there's anything else that you'd like to know, feel free to ask....)