This Is NOT A Fairytale

The beginning

Growing up, I was always a quiet kid. But unlike other kids, I was already aware of my surroundings. I knew what had to be done and what I should do. I was always keeping myself in check, controlling myself. I never displayed anger, not because I never got angry but because I had it supressed. I never let any emotuons out that I had deemed inappropriate or disgraceful. I knew what had to be done and how to behave. I could already see what other kids couldn't see, hear what other kids cant hear. I knew what was right and what was wrong. .

I first got into doing sports seriously, when my brother introduce me to professional wrestling, WWE. Punching, kicking, choke slamming, suplexing, power bombing, you name it. Jammed packed with action, blood and gore. After a few months of watching WWE, it got me thinking "hey! I wanna live that life, I look like that too, I think I wanna be a professional wrestler!".

I grabbed my mother, went to a sports shop at a mall nearby and grab a pair of manageable 5Kg dumbell which cost about $30. Thinking back I could have went higher on the weights but if I got a heavier one and couldn't use it, it would be $30 down the drain. With no prior knowledge and not much information on the internet (at least back then), I could only rely on my gut feeling. All I did was bicep curls, ALL DAY EVERYDAY. I started out with 50 reps on day 1, then slowly going up to 100 reps, 150 reps and eventually 300 reps. No rest, no sets. At the end of every session my arms would feel so pumped and stay pumped for at least the next few hours.

After a month of lifting I knew that I needed to start training at a gym in order to train other parts of my body, as well as to increase my training volume and variations of exercise. But in order to train at a gym I needed my mother's consent as I was still 13. So after i got my memebership, I was basically at the gym every single day.

I started to explore the many variety of machines and free weights available as well as the variations of exercise that I could do to better target the muscle groups with exercise posters found all around the gym.

With no help I was learning while training, I basically had biology class in the gym, learning about the differnt muscle groups and how they work.

I would practice my "finisher move", which is a right hook when I'm alone at where nobody is watching me. Back then, I didn't know that it was a legitimate punch in boxing.

Fast forward a few months, I started to notice that WWE looks kinda fake but young naive me never once questioned its legitimacy and choose to ignore it despite hearing people talking about it saying its all staged. So to clear my doubts once and for all I decided to do a quick search on google. After finding out that it is indeed fake, I felt like giving up weightlifting, because the reason I started training was so that I could one day join prestigious WWE. That and partly was because I was unhappy with how look I look, not that I'm fat or anything but I just felt that I was not in shape.