Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Heart in Syria (article on Sami Zayn)

This article is from http://bit.ly/2nsk6p6  

I'm posting this translation here only because I am a product of US schools and so have no French to speak of: please give that link your click as well, they did the work. Also, nota bene that this is run through Google Translate, which has gotten much better but is still not perfect.
"Sami Zayn, whose real name is Rami Sebei, crisscrossed the Quebec small halls for years before identifying a chance in the independent wrestling federations. He spared no effort to become a champion of the NXT (WWE American League) and is now one of the stars of SmackDown Live with his good friend Kevin Owens. But all would not be impossible if his parents had left Syria in the 70s. This son of immigrants knows too well the luck he has, today more than ever. His story.

What is happening in Syria is a very personal subject for me. I am Syrian. I was born in Montreal, I am proudly Quebec and Canadian. But in my house, it was 100% Syrian. Outside, I was in Quebec, at home, I was in Syria.

I'm lucky to live my dream of working for WWE. But I always keep in mind that if my parents did not come to Quebec in the 1970s, maybe you would have seen the news. It may be me who would be on a small inflatable boat in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea.


The difference between me and them, deep down, is not much. It's because my parents left before all this happened.

My grandmother is still there. I also have cousins, aunts and uncles. A large part of my family was in Syria when the war started. There are still many who are still there, but there are also some who have left. I have family whose members came here as refugees.

I know it's a polarizing subject. But for me, when we talk about refugees, when we use big words and vague terms, basically, we talk about my family. It strikes me in a much more personal way than someone who has no connection with this country.

I went to Syria twice. The first time, I was 5 years old, the second time I was 14 years old. I was so far away from all the concerns of today.

At the time, I was especially sad because I was there all summer and I was missing wrestling. That's telling you. I was so obsessed with wrestling.

I lived with my grandmother and where she lived, there was a guy on horseback selling watermelons with a bell in his hand. For one reason or another, it is the image I keep of Syria. I have beautiful memories of this place, of my family. It's so different as a culture. It was interesting to see it because I am the product of two really different cultures. At home, we speak Arabic, we eat Arabic. The mentality is Arab. When I went to school, with my friends, I was Quebec. These are two aspects of my life. That's why I am as I am, a product of two cultures that sometimes opposed each other.

When I went to Syria, I could see these differences. Little things in the way of living. There are naps, it was new to me. People were sleeping in broad daylight because it was too hot. Also, at the time, I loved skateboarding. Nobody had seen that. There were people trying to sleep and I was bothering them. There were no supermarkets. For tomatoes, you went to the garden, for bread, you went to the bakery.

DO SOMETHING

I recently saw the photos and videos of the same city where I was. Seeing all the destruction is difficult. It gave me the idea to try to do something. I thought that perhaps with my face, perhaps thanks to my notoriety, I could sensitize those who have no connection with Syria.

Sometimes we look at situations like what is happening in Syria and we have the impression that we can not do anything. That there is no way to change anything. It happened to me too. I realized that I had been talking about it for months, but that I was not doing anything.

I reached a point where I told myself that it had to change. Now I am in a position in my life and in my career where I can help a little more.

My brother is a humanitarian activist working in Canada with several organizations that help Syria. I am in the United States most of the year and I asked him which group he could recommend to help.

For me, the most important thing was to provide care. My brother told me about SAMS, the Syrian American Medical Society. This is one of the only groups that can directly help Syria, not just refugees around the country.

I contacted them, I looked at what we could do. They work not only in Syria, but also in several refugee camps in Jordan, Turkey, Greece. They have several programs. I did not really know what to do to help, but eventually I opted for the mobile clinic. There are plenty of people who do not have access to medicines because their village is destroyed and they have nothing left.


The mobile clinic is a way to bring them drugs directly. We worked on logistics and I started the Sami For Syria campaign. I also liked the idea that SAMS is a non-religious, apolitical group that does not seek profit. They are really here only to help the world.

I was a little worried about this project because when you hear the word Syria, there are so many political and religious implications. Yet there are hardly any detractors. No comments on politics or religion. Nothing. Even on Twitter or Facebook, and it's always there that people are the most negative.

I was overwhelmed by the generosity of people. We raised $ 79,000 from a goal of $ 96,000 so far. It's refreshing to see that. There is so much negativity. I even have trouble watching the news sometimes because it breaks my heart. This time, with Sami For Syria, I had the opportunity to do something only positive, with the sole purpose of helping the world.

LIVE IN PEACE

I am lucky with the struggle to have been able to work all over the world and to have seen so many other cultures. What you learn by traveling a lot is that people are really similar from one place to another. There are small differences in culture, way of life, religion, politics. It's unique to each region, of course. But basically, everyone just wants to live in peace. That's what I observed.

They are very much in the United States or Quebec, in the smaller cities, which may not know many Syrians. At least, if they see me, they can put a face on those who suffer on the other side of the world.
I must also tell you that even WWE supported me in this project. If they have the choice of seeing a wrestler trying to create a change or a wrestler wrestling, I imagine they will pick the wrestler who does something positive. It is surely good for the image of the company. I did not have any resistance, quite the contrary. They encouraged me.

As a company, there are limits to what WWE can do to help me, and I understand that. But I spoke to people in high places and I had their blessing for this project.

On the personal side, I still have to be careful. I know very well that sometimes we need athletes or celebrities to raise awareness about certain topics. But at the same time, my job is to entertain people. Nobody will come to me for opinions on politics or religion, they will come to me to be entertained.
It creates a conflict in me. Should I soften my political message, should I talk about this or that? Because I happened to throw some arrows at Donald Trump's administration. I know I have to be careful. WWE does not have a political or religious identity. It is apolitical.

My friends in wrestling supported me a lot in Sami For Syria. Wrestlers made retweets or made financial contributions. Kevin Owens and Seth Rollins, in particular, gave good amounts. It moved me. There was no negative response from my family, colleagues or the crowd.

My family in Syria knows that I am a wrestler, but they do not necessarily understand why. They would like me to be a doctor, an engineer. It's normal. All the same, I would like to go wrestle for them there one day. It would be a dream for me. But before going to wrestle, I would be happy to simply be able to return to Syria ...

- Interview by Jean-François Tremblay, La Presse

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

PWX x16 Night 1, Photo Edition!

Dear Wrestling,

For whatever combination of lighting, distance, and luck, I got some of the best pictures I've taken yet at PWX. That said, I really can't wait to have a better camera.















































Sunday, January 21, 2018

WWE Live Greenville NC 1/21/18

Dear Wrestling,

I will probably never have another wrestling day like this. To be honest, I'm not sure my heart could take one! I'm in waves of alternating shock and bliss, so that's just fine.

First things, to me, first: I met Sami Zayn. Better, I gave him his letter, and he said he would get Kevin's to him as well. I didn't realize how much tension I was carrying around with those envelopes until it was gone. It almost feels like performance anxiety: once you go out and Do the Thing, whether you made a fool of yourself or not, it's over. Everything is in the hands of the audience now.

He was literally kinder than he had to be, which won't surprise any of his fans. He was running late but since they were just three or four of us, he came over. He took pictures with the others, and offered to me. I said, no, I don't want to make you late, it's fine. And that's true, all I wanted was to give him his letter! And I was actually quite pleased, because we'd had exactly the level of interaction my poorly wired brain could handle without flipping out.

He turned to go, and then turned back. "It only takes two seconds, are you sure?" So then I started shaking and got a picture with him and I've been told it's not blurry, even!

I, uh. I haven't looked at it yet.

Look, I have serious anxiety! Including about my appearance! He looks great, so it's fine.

I've carried those letters around for months, waiting at shows for somewhere around 12 hours all told. I don't say this for pity, just to emphasize how much Sami and Kevin mean to me. The waiting is fine, I'm really really good at waiting.

SO other highlights in an exhausted stream of consciousness blur: I met Shinsuke! He was so nice and so so funny, I always lose sight of that and then he surprises me and makes me laugh again. He's such a delight. And he had on the best brown dad-sweater! I want it, dad-sweaters are my entire aesthetic.

Based on previous tries, once he'd come around, I thought for sure that would be it...but there's always a chance. It was the most beautiful early spring day (waves at my Quebecois friends like an asshole): not a cloud in sight, mid 60s, slight breeze. And I had a book! I decided to hang and see.

So then the New Day showed up and came around--ALL of them! Last WWE show I was at only Kofi did, so this felt very special. He was joking with fans about a football game today, so I assume his beloved Cheatriots played. And cheated.

Carmella came over, and Nattie, and Aiden and definitely other people I am forgetting because my dumb ass was awake at 2:30am thinking, Oh, I should just go now! I don't need to sleep! It'll be an adventure! Cold, what cold? Sigh.

Sami was the very last to arrive, and I am so so glad I stayed. And that he was so kind.

Because I'd released this weight from my soul, this was the first time I was actually able to really *see* him wrestle. The first time, he was a surprise, and it was the first time he and Kevin had tagged in years so my mind was blown from that--plus I was trying to get at least a few good pictures for the Steenerico Society. Then at Starrcade, that was their first chance at the tag titles, so again I was freaking out and also trying to at least be ready to take pictures in case they won.

This time I'd done my duty, and there wasn't anything huge on the line. And seeing him, really seeing him in the moment...it was so beautiful. I cheered for him like a maniac but I was nearly the only one: he was fully committed to heeldom and performed it superbly. I was/am so proud. He suffered as well as ever, and pulled off that magic trick of the uke: making it all work. The threat has to be real, the damage suffered, and then the recovery of the hero--so much of it lies with the heel. Sami is such an incredible pleasure to watch. Because of the other things on my mind before, this was kind of my first time seeing him live.

The show overall was a lot more playful than other WWE house shows I've seen, and the crowd was warm and slightly kid-heavy--which meant there was more buy-in than usual, I think. The New Day and Rusev and English danced and played, Baron Corbin even responded to Shinsuke's "COME ON!!!" with his own variation, and they even had a brief Michael Jackson-inspired dance-off! It was a delight.

Being that Sami was in the main event, this also makes the first WWE live show I've sat all the way through. Which means I sat through Jinder Mahal and Bobby Roode, which was exactly as laborious as I thought it would be. Look--I'm not stupid: I know not all wrestling or ever wrestler can be everything to everyone. And given my own countercultural tendencies, I'm going to tend to dislike the most popular thing. Hell, I even do that with Hindi movies! It's not for me, I'll make sure to skip it in future (because there's no sense in sitting there being a wet blanket to those around me).

Overall it was a massive exhausting charming delightful surprising relieving day.

Hug me, hold me tight (because I'm shaking apart),

Autumn

Thursday, January 18, 2018

If [wrestling] be the food of love, play on...

Dear Wrestling,

I've been trying to figure out why I felt so nervous and giddy and overwhelmed before the PWX show, and I think my friend @Wegthorn beat me to it.

We were talking about the short but severe existential crisis I felt when I discovered that I could have seen Kevin Steen at PWX, just when we first moved back to North Carolina. It would have been one of his last indie shows, and he was (according to High Spots) there all the time. Right in my hometown, the one place I could usually justify a trip, even when very poor.

So I got all ragey at myself--what that hell else was I doing with that time, anyway? Being a punk ass book jockey?! She pointed out that I might have hated him at first--I did, actually--but then again maybe not, because it's almost impossible to not feel a connection at a small indie show.

And that's it. That's the whole reason. I've spent the last year or so watching so many hours of video of shows like this, and while I initially thought that it was the atmosphere/similarity to videos I've seen, that was me forgetting my Religious Studies.

See, when folks go to do a ritual, they make it special. Sacred means set apart, not everyday. You use certain food, certain lamps, certain clothes--it's a fancy-ass date with the divine, right? And once you've done that a few times, you start to get in that spiritual mindset whenever you see those things. It's a simple Pavlovian response.

I thought that I was excited about the place and the newness of it. In fact, I was excited for the chance of that connection, which I already knew to anticipate from all those shows I watched. The ring, the community center, the merch tables--that's all the ritual setting. The announcer, the entrance, the chants--it's all part of the ritual.

The magic, sacred part is that connection. Having someone heckle a heckler back, seeing your chanting and clapping help a man back to his feet, knowing that you, collective you, made a difference.

That's the magic. That's the thing I love more than I can believe, even now.

I did a spreadsheet today and learned that I have seen over 100 wrestlers between four shows.

It gets better every single time.

Love,
Autumn

Monday, January 15, 2018

PWX Charlotte 1/13/17

Dear Wrestling, 

I feel a little hungover, to be honest. My voice is shot, I'm tired and dehydrated. It's pretty great.

Last night was transporting: when the lights came up at intermission and then at the end, I felt like I was being pushed back through the wardrobe, tripping into the attic. No wrestling experience has ever done that for me before. It's pretty amazing that at each show I've gone to, something has made me say, "Nothing was ever like this before."

PWX is a local Charlotte, NC promotion. I grew up in Charlotte and despite how vastly it's changed, I miss it badly. When looking into going beforehand, I asked on Twitter if PWGRRLGang would have anyone there, which brought fans of the promotion out in droves to tell me how great it is and what a good time.

They were not wrong.

We drove down from Raleigh with me nearly vibrating apart from excitement--and not for anything in particular, more the fact that I was going to get to see a 'proper' indie match. ROH was fancy as hell and I had a press pass, so...pretty unusual. This was held in a community center, and walking in was (for me) like walking into a video I've seen online--any of several dozen. I've watched so many  matches that took place in rooms like this...I remember looking at the merch tables, thinking about walking into a room like this and Kevin is sitting right there, how any of these guys could be that amazing and I have no idea. It was an odd feeling. I'm not quite so unrealistic that it was romantic or glamorous, but it was...longed for, I guess? Something I've wanted for months and months, and now it's here. I feel very silly about these feelings, by the way, but there they are.

As usual I was too excited to take notes and my recall is all color and shapes, no detail, so if I've forgotten anything I apologize. Matches that really got me have fewest pictures, as I'd much rather clap and chant.

My first impressions were that it did seem to be a more diverse crowd than I'm used to at a wrestling show. Probably close to a 50/50 split, ish, between black and white, slightly more men than women, and several families with little children. This dad and his daughter in front of us healed my heart.



I'm pretty sure the group in front of use were friends/family of Darius Lockhart: he came out and said hi to them before (wearing a very cool tee that turned out to be his design) and they left at intermission. They were both nice and loud, though, so I'm glad I sat next to them.

And Darius Lockhart vs Myron Reed was definitely one of the stand-out matches for me. Darius came out in an "End Rape Culture" tee shirt, so he was my instant fave. They were beautifully matched and incredibly skilled. They told a story of the young guy not respecting his (slightly, I imagine) elder, and new ways and concerns struggling with the past...it was probably my favorite match of the night, I just found it so moving.They fought to a time limit draw, and very much left everything in the ring. Both guys immediately made my "must see again" list. That led into the intermission like a firework finale.

Coming back from intermission was the match between White Mike and David Starr. I was very eager to see David Starr and have heard great things about him--and not just from him! I was a little nervous about whoever he was matched against--which lasted less than a second. Mike handed the announcer a sheet of paper with his *own* list of epithets to rival David's--which I transcribed as well as I can here.



At the end of that introduction (which the announcer was a total champ about), David pulled a "Goodnight folks!" and made to head to the back. More hilarity ensued, as well as a genuinely great match.

The whole reason I found out about this event was Sugar Dunkerton. I have a hard time finding indie shows in NC for some reason, so eventually I went with the old reliable, "Look up wrestlers I like and see where they'll be". Charlotte isn't too onerous of a drive for me, and I always like to go back home, even for a few hours. Sugar actually greeted me and Chris as we were walking up to the center, so warmly that I was sure he'd mistaken us for friends. Sugar's intro to Uptown Funk was *beautifully* timed and choreographed, with him booping Elijah Evans IV on the nose at the "Stop-", at which point Elijah attacked him. It was a great match, with Elijah showing fierce aggression and skill and Sugar breaking my heart into tiny pieces with his suffering, the jerk (who I love).

Other brief memories and impressions: Tracer X was really good, although he came out throwing up an X and let me tell, as a white person from the South no way in hell am I throwing up a gesture  before I know what it means! He was crazy talented though, and I look forward to seeing him again. James Drake impressed too, and the crowd *loved* him. Chip Day was also very popular, until he came out at the end of the Lockhart/Reed match and cashed in a contract thingie to challenge Lockhart for a championship, which he promptly won to vast boos.

Juice Robinson vs John Skyler was a whole level more intense than the rest. Juice would send Skyler into a turnbuckle and you could *feel* the whole ring nearly shift. Chris is still convinced that Skyler's jaw was broken, I don't think so and I really hope not. He looked for a moment like he might be leaving his elbow pads in the ring and I cheered all the harder to make sure he felt appreciated. It was a really muscular performance, you know?

And then the final match of the night...a Ducks, Ladders, Chairs match between the Ugly Ducklings and the Syndicate--which Elijah Evans is a member of. This ladder match...my god. I wasn't expecting a ladder match, first of all, nor the tacks that came out later, and I definitely wasn't expecting things with ladders that I've never seen before. I became one of those people in the background jumping to my feet with my hands on my cheeks...unbelievable. I've definitely never had that happen at a match before. The whole event is up on High Spots now and I recommend it. The Ducklings are pretty little guys, and 2/3 of the Syndicate are huge: another way it was a really interesting match.

Afterwards Chris snagged me a small piece of busted table and I went over to talk to Sugar again--and let me tell you, a warmer, more genuine man I don't think I've ever met. I'm a introverted disaster person, and I felt utterly comfortable talking to him. It was basically a Rusev Day miracle.

We went out in to the bitterly cold night and I sang an impromptu song about my dumb ass getting frostbite. I left the city I grew up in, and we spent the whole 3 hour drive home talking about the matches and wrestling in general.

It was Chris's first live wrestling show ever. To everyone we saw, thank you for spoiling him.

Love,
Autumn

Sunday, January 14, 2018

White Mike's Nicknames

Dear Wrestling,

*Edit to add: @BrettWolverton very kindly sent me pics of the actual list!

While I was writing my letter about the PWX show, it was posted on High Spots! So here, in its entirety, is the list of White Mike's Nicknames.

"His opponent, from the House of Cheeks and Yams.
He weighs in at one Red Bone (?) and a vat of Root Beer,
He is the Bill Clinton of Mid Atlantic Pimpin',
Mr 2PM,
A two pump minimum,
The whipped cream in your coffee,
The Sultan of Stank
The Stank God,
The Red Bone Thrilla,
Banned in 27 states,
The Dirty Drizzle,
He's a long distance drizzler,
He will clean your house for $2,
Then he will steal it out of your purse,
He is Mr. Rob van Yam,
Captain Yamerica,
The Yamerican Dream,
The Yamerican Cream,
The Whole Yam Show,
The Trash Bag Killer,
Slung Hog Millionaire,
The Dirty Secret of Professional Wrestling,
The Zig Zag Zootie Daddy,
The Yam Master,
The Negative 5 Star King,
Amber Young's Favorite Wrestler,
Brandi Rhodes's Favorite Wrestler,
The Cutty (?) Monster,
The Polish Yammer,
The Face that Stanks Up the Place,
The Master of the Plan B,
He is the Bootie Bomber (definitely mishearing this),
Johnny B Hood,
Dick Slayed-her,
Mr. Toys for Thoughts,
Willie Bonk-ya,
A Throat Poke, 
Mr. Supersoaker,
The Whore Lord,
The New Whore Show
And most importantly, he is a Nasty Boy!
WHITE MIKE!

The Devil on My Back

Dear Wrestling, It turns out I probably have ADD. It's nice to have an explanation for why I can't seem to update things like this...