My Story...
THE STORY OF 'THE KNOWN ONE' "TKO"
So the name TKO, and how it came to be, we were W-R-E-S-TL-I-N-G, we were young, we were dumb, just tryin'-to have some fun, I guess learning how to run, before we could walk, talking the talk, but not realizing, I had put him in shock, from the move I gave, his consciousness I couldn’t save, and like a tsunami wave, I wiped his ass out, & left him with no doubt, that when you're messin' with the ‘T’ that you’re getting Knocked Out.
From there the name stuck, and there’s never been another, adopted into this family, calling everybody ‘brother’, lettin’ the truth of pain, become my surrogate mother, and although this business can be a bitch, Buddha knows that I love ‘er.
It brought me from where I was, to where I am, and where I’ll be, it’s shown me how to love, to be the man, and let them ‘C’, that when you ‘O’.’D’, people ask ‘Y’, how many screws you have loose & why you’re willing to die, for the cheers and the boo’s, something money can’t buy, but can’t simply deny, the feeling you get, impacting the lives, of people never met, and I bet if I keep tryin’, I’ll make an impact on this earth, and I know I’m not lying, and from the day of my birth, until my last ride, when I end up in that hearse, I’ve wanted to be bigger, badder, better instead of a curse, plain & simply the best, tattoo’s from my head, arms-sides-back & chest, long story short, I’m honored and blessed, to twist & contort, and make you impressed, by either my look, my skill, or my style, the chances I’ve took, & still will for awhile...
So you can consider this write-up… A little bit about me, a reason to try & doubt me, or to simply try and figure out why these big cats wanna scout me... - ’cause to them I’m just a mouse, who’s only in it for some cheese, but whether you’re allergic to BS or you’re in it just to sneeze, the reason for this write-up is to simply appease… You.
The fan. To let you understand, my plan, that this man, will be here ’til the end, so consider me a foe, or consider me a friend, but consider me as thee someone, who’ll at all cost break or bend, for this beautiful barbaric business with the predetermined end.
But I suppose if this is ‘about me’, I’ve gotta start earrrlier than that, long before taking my first slam on a mat, even before hitting my first ball with a bat, basically the story of where I came from, to get where I’m at.
So the day was March 1st, the year was 1984, was it a blessing or a curse, that I got invited to the door, of life, by my mom, a wife, to blow up like a bomb or to cut like a knife, deep, be like everyone else, a sheep or to get to the top of the mountain, blaze my own trail, steep!
Cause it’s not supposed to be easy, ya never give up, never quit, ya ask how bad you want it? ya get 1 shot, this is it. So you gotta be fit, cause everything’s easier when you’re strong, ya learn the meaning of true grit, to prove all the haters wrong.
It’s about not giving a ‘hit’ with an ‘S’ in front, it’s about sacrificing your body for a well preformed stunt, it’s about growing up a runt, and making the best of your situation, so to be a bit blunt, it’s about your self-determination, & if you don’t do it for your family then at least do it for your nation, and it’s starts on the inside, so give a try to meditation.
But there I go again, flipping off track, back to fact, of selling out the Alice McKay building, packed, through the days of the football quarterbacks, sacked, and just like John Stossel heard, (at 28 seconds into the video) ‘You think this is fake?!..’ – **Smack'd!!**
To how I like to act… like me. And ever since 2003 – finding myself through TRAVEL-’f’n- I-N-G, through the day, through the night, for the pay, for the fight, for the things the felt wrong, but turned out to be right.
so if ya wanna know more ‘about me’, use the words you were given & just ask…
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