Wrestler Autobiography:
Yo, yo, yo...straight from the mean streets of...um...hardcore livin'
in da...er...no, that's not right, either. Okay, I'll admit it. I'm
just Wayne Campbell, Jr, straight from the 'mean streets' of beautiful,
downtown Collierville, Tennessee, population: several dozen ...
SAAAA-LUTE! (Any Hee-Haw fans in the house? No? Tsk, tsk) in the
suburbs of Memphis in the good, ole' U.S. of A!
Far back as I
can remember, I've lived with my Aunt Petunia, seeing as how my folks
died in a car crash when I was a wee little thing of 2. And when I say
'wee little thing', I mean it. Through all of elementary, middle, and
high school, I was always the runt of the litter. Aunt Petunia
was...is...a bit, um, unique. She has tons of friends who visit, only
ever at night, and that ain't Rook they're playing out around that
bonfire. She says I'm not quite ready to join 'em but that one day I
will seeing as how I got the 'hearing' and all. The hearing? Oh,
that...nothing much...just that I get advice from my parents all the
time. Auntie P tells me that this is rare for boys from our bloodline,
seein' as how momma had been cut down so young that she didn't have a
girl to leave her gift to.
Anywho, I been watching wrestling
from the time I could sit-up in her lap. Man, those boys would throw
own..."Superstar" Bill Dundee, Jimmy Valiant, Austin Idol all after
Jerry "The King" Lawler's Southern Title...those were the days. But, I
knew I'd never measure up cause of my size...or lack thereof. But, one
night, about 3 weeks ago, Auntie P tells me to get to bed extra-early.
Her friends were arriving soon, and I wasn't supposed to come out of my
room or even peak out the curtains...it was time. Well, I pull up the
covers real tight, tried to sleep but gave that up when the storm
whipped up around the gathering in our backyard around the biggest
bonfire...
Yeah, I peeked! Aunt Petunia pointed at me looking
out the window, and I could barely hear her tell me 'nighty, night'. I
don't recall anything after that. I awoke on the floor next to the
window as you see me now...big, strong, tough...and when I went
downstairs to tell Auntie P, she just smiled, handed me a backpack with
these here tights, boots, and a big ole lunch, she tells me I'm ready
to join my heroes in the greatest sport known to man, professional
wrestling! She pointed me here, to the offices of BWB.
