I wanted to post a tremendous piece on Ric Flair, speaking from a very human point of view on his life in wrestling. Flair was one of my biggest idols in the 1980’s when I was a young fan, and later would go on to impact much of what I have become as a professional wrestler myself.
This is just an incredible, emotional look at one of the most respected veterans and World Champions ever in the mat game from CBS News.
I just arrived back home in Finland from a very successful tour of Japan, where I wrestled a heated grudge match against Michael Kovac of Austria at SMASH.12, and a brutal hardcore match against Mexico’s Super Crazy at SMASH.13 in Tokyo on January 29. On Sunday, January 30 in Osaka, I tagged up with my star protege Hajime Ohara to defeat the stellar team of Akira Nogami and “The Japanese Buzzsaw” Tajiri.
The press was out in force, covering all of the SMASH events, and the company sent me out to promote the upcoming matches at Samurai TV on Friday night, before the double-header SMASH.12 & 13 cards. Serena Deeb (formerly of WWE, who was part of C.M. Punk‘s Straight Edge Society) was also sent out alongside myself to do PR for the shows, and proved to be a real sweetheart of a lass.
Speaking of Kovac and SMASH.12, we had one hell of a stiff bout, where my knuckles were swollen post-match after the altercation. Kovac is a time-tested pro, and all things considered, after he left me laying following SMASH.10 at JCB Hall in November 2010, he knew the reckoning was coming. Kovac pinned me after a sneaky low-blow as I re-entered the ring, after battering his carcass around ringside. We sure didn’t fail to live up to expectations, as I dare say a lot of folks began believing in pro wrestling again after that match. Akira Nogami told me that a friend of his in the audience said our combat reminded him of the early days of Stan Hansen and Bruiser Brody in Japan, and that is mighty high praise for anyone in the know.
Planting Michael Kovac at SMASH.12 with a face-buster, photo by Aya Takada
My match against former ECW/WWE superstar Super Crazy was a wild one as well, where we literally beat the snot out of each other, gaining a whole new level of respect in the process for one another. Crazy put me through a wall, literally breaking the wall, as I came up bleeding. We brawled all around the Shinjuku FACE venue to the rabid applause of the fans on hand, before I dropped the Luchadore with my spike piledriver on two chairs in the ring to finish the match. SMASH president Mr. Sakai blogged about this match online, so find yourself a translator or just enjoy the photos HERE.
In notable news from SMASH.13, Michael Kovac dethroned Tajiri to become the new FCF Finnish Wrestling Champion. Truth be told, we should re-christen the FCF Championship as the FCF World Championship, since as of SMASH.13, our title belt has changed hands four times in the Land of the Rising Sun, with one Japanese champion and one Austrian champion in the history annals of FCF’s Championship history (plus count in Erik Isaksen of Norway as FCF Champ from 2007). Kovac beat down Tajiri after his win, and I interjected myself, superkicking Kovac out of the ring to rapturous applause. I then proceeded to piledrive Tajiri for taking the FCF Title away from me at JCB, and as I was about to piledrive Tajiri for a second time, Takao Omori (All-Japan, ZERO-1) made the save. The heat was off the charts as I had a tentative stare-off with Omori following that deal, setting up Omori vs. StarBuck for SMASH.14 on February 25.
In Osaka, I wrestled THE tag team match of my career to this date in history, as I would go on to gain some measure of retribution against Tajiri for my FCF Title loss, pinning him following my signature spike piledriver. The psychology, teamwork and execution of that tag match between Tajiri/Nogami and Ohara/myself was spot-on. Never have I enjoyed a tag team match as thoroughly as I enjoyed that outing in Osaka on February 30, and the fans on hand made it extra special, really popping for us.
Once again, I can only thank God for the great success that I have enjoyed in the promised land of pro wrestling, Japan. I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything. Soudesune!
I just got a message from an American wrestling trainee in Japan, that the Japanese press has voted me as one of the TOP 5 foreign wrestlers of the year!
I recently had a very interesting conversation with a friend about the impact of Facebook on people’s lives, and she really had a poignant criticism when she surmised, “If someone asks you what you spent the last five years of your life doing, as in the majority of the time, it would really be sad if you had to admit you spent it on Facebook.”
I have to absolutely agree.
Our generation and society at large is hooked on Facebook, and hell, you’ll even find a link to this article on the said media. A very good friend of mine recently stated that Facebook has become a whole independent Internet inside of the Internet. Scary thought, actually.
Think about this: you wake up in the morning, you open your computer and log on to Facebook. You get to work and open up Facebook, and you’re on it all damn day at your employers’ expense. You get home in the evening, and you log on to Facebook again.
A life spent on the Internet is not a life worth living, period. Are you living, or are you virtually alive? There is a world of difference there, folks.
It’s sadder than sad to see some people completely live their lives through the Internet. Relationships are built and destroyed on Facebook, from idiotic misunderstandings of context regarding the written word to jealousy over “friends” of the opposite gender.
It’s absolutely numbing to think how much the Internet at large controls peoples’ lives in general, actually. Instead of investing time in one’s own relationships or hobbies where you actually have to DO something and produce something worthwhile, the Internet offers an easy way out, where you can just drift in cyberspace and get lost in a virtual world full of nothing that will make your life better in the big picture.
Some people say, “I use to Internet as a resource for information,” – yeah, maybe 10% of your time in cyberspace tops. The rest of the time is spent reacting to emails, restlessly surfing and switching between websites full of entertainment of whatever sort, and numbingly wondering what site you should check out next, so as to kill your increasing boredom?
Is that YOU?
Get a LIFE!
Plain and simple, get off the Internet and start living. Start doing old school stuff like hiking, camping out, enjoying nature, sports, cooking, crafts, or whatever actually propels you into becoming a better, more complete and satisfied person.
I made the choice to restrict time spent on the Internet, because I found that my life was just wasting away one minute at a time out in cyberspace, and I wasn’t getting anything worthwhile in return. Hey, I thank God every day for being able to go out there and make my dreams reality. That is exactly what I’m doing, when I leave tomorrow to fly out to Japan to wrestle in the top matches of the SMASH promotion’s cards in Tokyo and Osaka. Life is all about the experiences, and you’ll have none of those on the Internet, unless you get caught in Internet fraud or something similar.
All you’ve got is one shot at glory, one life to live. After that, it’s too late for regrets.
I have been in the studio this past week, doing lyric and English coaching with Random Eyes singer Christian Palin, as his band prepares to release their third LP this coming spring.
I have known Christian for about 10 years, and I was even the best man at his wedding back in the day. I honestly hold him to be one of the best melodic metal vocalists in Finland today, although he is only half-Finnish, his Mom being from Uruguay in South America.
Christian was a big favorite to win Finland’s X Factor reality TV competition series last year, but he lost interest in the format and dropped out of the finalist group after making a lot of headway and raising considerable attention.
By Tuesday this coming week, we have to have all of the material in the can, as Wednesday I am leaving for Japan to wrestle once again for SMASH on January 29+30 in Tokyo and Osaka.
Christian Palin (on the right) is one of the best metal vocalists in Finland
Forrest Gump said ”Life is like a box of chocolates: You never know what you’re gonna get.”
In truth Tom Hanks’ character in that movie was only partially correct with that assessment. We all make the beds that we ultimately lie in. There are very few of us who have a gun held at our heads in light of the decisions that we make.
That said, it’s kind of funny watching certain people in the course of leading their lives as they grumble at their predicaments and trials. Life coach Anthony Robbins aptly put it when he said, ”Most people have never clarified what it is that they truly want, so they end up just settling for whatever comes their way.”
Now that, my friends, is true.
If you have not crystalized your goals in life, it becomes increasingly hard to hit a target that you cannot see. There is a price to pay for all things in life, because there is no such thing as a free ride and everything carries a price tag. It’s all about action and reaction, or action and consequence.
Our modern age is one of easy disposability, complete with no strings attached mentality and mindset. It’s also fast food for the most part, which is why everything is so easily disposable to begin with.
The bottom line is: If you have not had to place a high personal investment of your own time/resources/self into whatever it is that you ultimately get – whether that be relationships, material possessions or what have you – you will not look at it or treat it with high regard. Whatever comes easily is easily disposable, period. Value on the other hand is expensive as hell, and takes considerable time to cultivate. This is the definitive difference between franchise burger joints and made from scratch cuisine.
If I may pitch a mental image for the sake of conversation: You are hungry in a garden full of apple trees, but the apples are raw. If you pick the apples and indulge to satiate your hunger, the bitterness of the raw fruit will make you spit it out and you will be left with not only a sour taste, you will also be just as hungry as before. You have to wait for the apple to mature until fully ripe to enjoy its reward, so to speak. The same is true for all things of any lasting quality in this life.
Queen nails it on the head with the message in this song, but is it really so?
Most people in our western society want instant gratification, so thereby they pass up quality for quick fixes that promise much but deliver little. And the grumbling intensifies.
You always know the tree by the fruit that it bears, folks.
If it looks like a duck, talks like a duck and walks like a duck, chances are it IS a duck. The truth of the matter is most people want something for nothing. After all, we as human beings are by nature lazy SOB’s if left to our own devices. Very few are willing to pay the high price for a better standard of whatever it is that they are after. Not only do they lack the focus of the goal they aspire to, they lack the drive and wherewithal to get to wherever it is they want to be. And that is when excuses come into the picture.
”My Dad was an alcoholic, that’s why I am the way that I be.”
”I was abused when I was young, that’s why I am the way that I be.”
”I was dealt a crappy hand of cards, that’s why I am the way that I be.”
But remember folks, there are no such things as excuses, only reasons why things don’t get done.
Your own decisions mold your personal destiny, and your actions are born of personal volition. You are the architect of your life, no bones about it. In the end, YOU are the one who decides. YOU are the one who pulls the trigger.
How many times have you heard someone claim that they didn’t have the time for whatever? What a crock of hooey! Every single one of us has exactly as much time was we want for those things that we truly want and aspire to or want. Life itself proves this, time and time again, regardless of any refuting claim that anyone can throw my way.
So my question to you is: What do you really want out of life?
Not what does society, your parents or your peers want or expect from you. What do YOU want out of your one and only trip here on Planet Earth?
This is your box of chocolates, and you get to pick.
So whatever it is that you truly want out of life, do yourself a favor and put it on paper – make it crystal clear so it’s not just a figment of your psyche drifting in and out of awareness – and place it on your wall/door/fridge as a constant reminder of where you are headed. Assess the price that it will require to achieve whatever it is that you have set for your personal standard or goal. Resolve to pay the price for quality. And pay the full price. Don’t settle for a life of second best and close but no cigar, because those stories are depressing and defeatist.
No parent tells their kid ”This is the last time you try to walk, you little brat! Next time you fall on your face, that’s it – you stay down!”
Au contraire, every parent in their right mind says ”My kid is going to keep on trying until they learn to walk!”
So why should we – as responsible adults – give up when the going gets tough? Aren’t the hurdles set before us to clear and jump over? So persist until you make it. Resolve to pull through and reach the finish line. Make the goal.
Life is a game for winners. And no one wants to be a loser.
It has always bothered me to hear of professional wrestling spoken of as sports entertainment. While the term ‘sports entertainment’ itself rather aptly describes our trade, its heritage and roots are in what the age-old marquee reads: pro wrestling.
Is there a difference then between sports entertainment and pro wrestling, or are they the same thing?
Sports entertainment is a term that was created by WWE mainman Vincent K. McMahon, to distinguish his product from every other product in the pro wrestling industry, period. Vince is our industry leader, and everyone else follows suit, sooner or later. Vince sets the trend, the monkeys follow, because Vince has the mother of all banana trees.
The thing is, Vince does what is successful for business. Were it not successful, he would discontinue in the said vein, because WWE has shareholders and Vince must answer to them on Wall Street at the end of the day. Therefore, whatever WWE produces under its banner must work, otherwise it ends up being cut short and Vince will try something else.
Now me personally, I come from a very true-grit background, which prides itself on the physical sporting heritage on which professional wrestling was founded on. I credit a lot of that to my first mentor in the business, Karl Moffat. Names like Lou Thesz, Farmer Burns, Ed Lewis, Ric Flair and Buddy Rogers paved the way and established the SPORT of professional wrestling, which I dare say is a distant cry from sports entertainment’s banner. I am talking about a sporting endeavor, not bells and whistles akin to what you will see on much of WWE programming these days.
StarBuck’s first wrestling coach Karl Moffat, as Jason the Terrible, wrestles the late Brian Pillman:
So what is sports entertainment, and how did it get that way?
I strongly argue that professional wrestling was forced to become sports entertainment, led by the WWE, spearheaded by the evolution of American television programming. Where glitz and hi-tech became the norm, WWE had to follow suit to remain current and viable in a highly competitive primetime market.
Then came reality TV, which changed the television landscape for good. Professional wrestling had to adapt, bringing more drama and real life emotion into the mix, thus hooking the viewers, who were being offered the same approach across a slew of channels and shows.
This in turn, meant less actual wrestling action, and more background story on why this guy is feuding with that guy. It became an era where investing in a said wrestler’s personality became a must, because people must buy into your character above all, in order to feel a connection to the person they are watching. And the way to invest in a wrestler’s personality and character is to give them a voice. Thus, the ridiculous amounts of time spent on promo and mic work versus the actual wrestling done inside of the ring (speaking mainly about WWE once again).
In this light, professional wrestlers became more than actual wrestling personalities, WWE transitioned them into what they now term ‘performers´.
Now me personally, I hate the term ‘performer’ when it applies to what we do. I am a professional wrestler, first and foremost. I do happen to incorporate performance aspects into my work, but that is a necessary part of charisma and appealing to a wider audience. However, what I do inside of that ring is serious sport and extremely physical as an endeavor. I most certainly am not ‘performing’ my matches; I actually am fighting my matches. Perhaps only a select few true-grit pros will understand my point here, speaking of those who pride themselves on being athletes and making believers out of people. Nonetheless, the fact remains.
I believe that reinventing professional wrestling as sports entertainment has had more of a detrimental effect on our game than the sunny side of the coin. I believe that too many fans at large just take everything that we do to be a show, where I can most certainly attest to the fact that the truth is far from that.
WWE sets the pace, and the rest of the industry dances along to its drumbeat in some form or another. Even the haters copy what works, because everyone wants to cash in. That’s why people in even our own nook here in Finland that diss America still buy Coke, Levis, Adidas, Nike, Hollywood and everything else that is marketed by the mighty US of A. That is also why every wrestling company out there lends and borrows from WWE, because in reality, they have little other choice.
Money talks and BS walks, and Vince McMahon’s sports entertainment is here to stay … until and if Vince decides to change his mind and bring wrestling back to its roots.
Doubtful, but then again, we are still allowed to dream.
It’s funny, that wherever I travel around the world in my pro wrestling or musical exploits, I hear folks from time to time gripe and lambaste the United States of America.
How, I ain’t American, and I’m not a sympathizer to their cause, but the USA does produce a lot of stuff that the rest of the world enjoys (albeit needlessly) at large. From Nike shoes to Adidas sportswear to Hollywood films to Coca-Cola, the world LOVES to buy American.
As a matter of fact, anyone who likes to spit in America’s direction should look into their own wardrobe and lifestyle, the cluster of STUFF that they own, and see what all there is directly linkable to America. The hypocrites can then raise their hands, or leave them at their sides in shame, realizing that indeed – nearly everyone is guilty in some form or fashion, even in this vein.
Western culture is largely supported by consumerism, and were it not so, our western world would collapse. You are brainwashed to go out there buy shit that you don’t need, which is an undeniable fact. Regardless of whether a pair of shoes were to have the same exact attributes as a pair of Nike’s, the majority of people would go with the brand name, which they have been educated to buy. In short, people associate brand names, marketed with glitz and glamor, as status symbols. And this is where the joke becomes lame.
Since when did a person’s status become reliant upon external, material items? Is the world so blind, that they are unable to see beyond their chosen window dressing? Can’t see the forest from the trees, is that it?
Let me quote some scripture from the second half of 1 Samuel 16:7, if anyone has ears to hear: “The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”
But isn’t that so true and indicative of us as people? We keep on measuring people by external merits, all too ready to draw conclusions about things we know nothing of. As if the STUFF around you has any bearing on your value as a human being and your integrity as a person.
Yet, I still am willing to bet that the next time you go and buy something, especially items which in truth are vain and frivolous, you will be looking at the label to go with what you perceive as value. Because you have been schooled to do so.
Let me throw a poignant thought at you: many people today are more stressed out than ever before by the constant demands of work life, the reduced benefits, the growing workload and the endless hurry. You have GOT to get shit done, or you will risk being out on your ass in no time flat. You have GOT to produce results in the minimal time allotted to you or they will find someone younger and hungrier to take your spot on that grand Ferris Wheel you call your job.
Is that YOU?
If so, rest assured that you are part of a list of astronomically climbing numbers of people, who are not living their lives anymore. No, they’re performing their lives, waiting for 65 to hit, so they can finally start “living” and enjoy some semblance of personal freedom in the final quarter of mortality. What a hopeless, bleak reality.
The rat race spares no one. In Finland alone, countless folks live only on the weekends and for the weekends. Those weekends are spent in an alcohol-induced coma, a reflection of their inability to cope with their current reality which screams loud and clear that they have no life. They are part of the living dead, breathing but just barely alive. They are sick – mentally, physically and spiritually – and they continue to sell their souls for economic gain, so that they might maintain a self-orchestrated lifestyle that demands a set standard to be upkept.
The sheer amount of pharmaceutical drugs produced which are used to specifically cater to the symptoms of the stressed person are astronomical. As we all should know by now, the three biggest industries that big government and different countries lend money from are: 1) the weapons industry, 2) the drug trade and 3) pharmaceutical monoliths. Maybe we can start adding the porn industry to that list, considering its boom worldwide in the past decade also.
Just think: you are being KEPT sick by your society. This society makes you sick through stress, and makes sure you STAY sick to ensure you generate money for the system. You are expected to be a good, little soldier and spill all of your lifeblood for the “greater good”. Screw you and your personal wellbeing, you should have realized by now – IT’S NOT ABOUT YOU! It never has been. Nor will it ever be.
So let me ask you: are you content with a life of survival – just barely alive so that you can perform your jobs and sacrifice over half of your waking hours a day to someone else’s agenda, being paid to exhaust your personal resources for someone else – or would you rather opt to actually LIVE your life? I mean LIVE, as in feeling like you are ALIVE, because as Tyler Durden said in the movie Fight Club (1999): “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time.”
As a personal trainer, I have heard so many people state the same thing: they have no time to look after their personal health and fitness. The demands of everyday life are too much, and those demands require all of the time that they have before clocking in for the night. It’s not just their eight hours a day building someone else’s agenda, it’s the time they must spend getting to and from work, plus the time they must spend preparing for work. Take your 24 hours and deduct the aforementioned time, then deduct the time you must spend with compulsory issues like housework, servicing the kids, paying your bills and planning your next two week vacation to get away from it all and what do you have left for YOURSELF?
Well, you sure as hell don’t have TIME, do you? No, instead you’ve got stress. More stress on top of your work stress to add up to a life of stress, which you try to unravel on the weekends, only to perform and do it all over again on Monday. Sound like a life worth living?
Not to me.
I’ve gone the other route. I’ve chosen to be King of Gypsies, like a modern-day Captain Jack from Pirates of the Caribbean, in lieu of monetary gain and earthly riches. I don’t have a lot of shit holding me down, ‘cos I understand the fact that your shit ends up owning YOU. And the stuff doesn’t make you happy … ever.
Ever hear of women who have a whole closet full of “nothing to wear”? Did they think the stuff they bought would have made them happier? And what about those shoes that they bought in London that they haven’t even worn once? How did they end up thinking that inanimate objects and material goods would ever be able to breathe life into their emotional state of being? Who sold them that bill of goods, and why – after all of the letdowns of the stuff never producing any lasting happiness – do they repeat the same formula throughout their lives?
So when you look at your life and how you are honestly feeling at this stage of the big ballgame of your existence, let me leave you with one final question: would you rather be a king of the gypsies, with nil baggage holding you down, or slave to the grind, with more stuff than your ass can haul behind you?
A simple question. And a simple answer, at least for this good ol’ boy.
My lifelong goal in the professional wrestling industry has been to wrestle in Japan. On July 24, 2010 – almost 16 and a half years after I made my professional debut as a wrestler in Calgary, Alberta, Canada – I finally reached that goal. And not only did I reach it, I was given the opportunity to eclipse it.
Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought, that once I set foot on Japanese soil – in the highly respected rings of Puroresu, which Rikidozan once pioneered in the 1950’s – that I would be skyrocketed right to the top of their wrestling scene.
Yet, this is exactly what happened in 2010.
The father of Japanese Puroresu, Rikidozan
Japan’s SMASH organization believed in me so much, that they orchestrated me to the top of their cards, as a main player in this great game in their homeland. They gave me an opportunity which many of my contemporaries would literally kill for.
Indeed, as traditionally happens in our sport, first a wrestler is tested on the undercards to see if they have the “it” factor, after which – if they do – they climb up the ladder one rung at a time. Only certain international superstars like Kurt Angle, Hulk Hogan, Terry Funk and their like are positioned directly at the top when they come in initially. In the past, that top gaijin – or foreign – spot was given to World Champions, who came to defend their represented honor in the Land of the Rising Sun.
So what made me stand out my first time in during 2010? Why did the Japanese give StarBuck the top spot, instead of climbing up the ladder the traditional way?
I can only guess that the answer lies in the match that I had against SMASH mainman “The Japanese Buzzsaw” Yoshihiro Tajiri back on February 20, 2010 in Helsinki, Finland at FCF Wrestling’s Talvisota IV event. Having toured the world in pro wrestling, adding 16 countries under my belt to date in this great sport, I have honed my skills against all kinds and styles and competition. When Finland’s top nightclub chain SK Ravintolat made it possible to bring a top former WWE name to Finland to appear at Talvisota IV, I quickly chose Tajiri as my opponent.
Tajiri is unquestionably the most renowned Japanese wrestler to wrestle for the WWE monolith in the Y2K era, having spent six years under Vince McMahon’s umbrella. Tajiri is also one of the craftiest pros in Japan today, due to his extensive international experience, and I readily rank him as one of my favorite opponents during my career.
At Talvisota IV, I was able to have an excellent bout against “The Japanese Buzzsaw”, which opened the doors for my entry into Japan. Tajiri was convinced that I was a solid professional with a lot to offer, and he spoke well of me to his company, SMASH.
SMASH asked me to appear on July 24, 2010 at their SMASH.5 and SMASH.6 events in Tokyo, where I was booked to face Tajiri for the FCF Championship. I walked away with the title, shocking both the media and the wrestling fans at large with my dominant victory. I would go on to form a formidable team with Hajime Ohara, who was reborn as my protege during the summer and fall of 2010, as I was able to solidify a working arrangement between Finland’s FCF organization and SMASH in Japan. I would go on to fight one of my greatest battles to date against 25-year ring veteran Akira Nogami at SMASH.8 in September, before I ended up losing the FCF Championship to Tajiri in an incredible rematch at SMASH.10, held at JCB Hall before 1200 screaming fans in Tokyo.
StarBuck locks Tajiri in the STF at SMASH.10 on Nov. 22, 2010 in Tokyo
The rest is history, as I enjoyed one of the greatest years in my life during 2010, achieving the apex of my personal professional wrestling goals.
I highly look forward to the great things 2011 has to offer, as I venture out to Japan again at the end of this month to wrestle once again, further benchmarking my status in Japanese Puroresu – the KING of sports!