On The Soapbox Again...

The following ramble and rant has been on my mind for about a week now. When I feel that I must speak out on a subject, I usually do my best not to talk business in a public forum such as this. However, in this case it cannot be avoided. I am speaking directly to all of you guys and gals out there that call yourselves professional wrestlers, and those of you that want to be called by that moniker.

It doesn't matter if you are a Plumber, Dentist, Candle Maker, or Indian Chief, after 30-years in any business you develop a sort of wisdom for your trade. It is your obligation to pass on this "wisdom" to those that you meet climbing the ladder, as you climb your way back down from the top. The following news story is what prompted my homily here today.

The Associated Press Tuesday, May 31, 2005
TAUNTON, Mass. - A 22-year-old professional wrestler has died after he landed on his head during a match at an American Legion post here. Authorities said Daniel Quirk, of Shelton, Conn., was outside the ring when he attempted to catch another wrestler diving from the top rope. Quirk was knocked off his feet and hit his head on the floor.

This young man's death was totally unnecessary. It is so surprising to me that this type of horrible accident doesn't happen more often, considering the state of independent wrestling today. I don't care what part of the country you live in, you can witness these accidents about to happen virtually everyday. Friday night, one week ago, I saw it again for myself. There were three kids, and yes they were kids dressed up like wrestlers, in an opening match of a gulf coast independent promoter. As soon as the bell rang, there they went into a so called "three-way dance." They did everything but the proverbial kitchen sink. At one point, one of them executed the same move that killed Daniel Quirk. This idiot, yes there's is no other term to use and I do not apologize, went to the top rope and turned a complete 360 degree flip not into the ring but outside onto the concrete floor! Thank The Dear Lord his friends were there to break his fall this time. I almost had a heart attack.

EDIT TUESDAY 6/7/05 - Let me clarify one thing. When I said "idiot" in the paragraph above, I WAS NOT speaking of young Mr. Quirk. I was speaking of the idiot I saw in the opening match of a local Gulf Coast independent event. I apologize if anyone interpreted it in that context. If you read my update on today's BLOG, maybe you will understand what I am trying to say here a bit better. Thanks. ~PP3

First of all, you don't open the show with a match such as that. I am not going into the reasons why here, because we would be here the rest of the day. Just because you can get yourself a wrestling outfit, and find somebody that will allow you on their show and perform for free, you call yourself a "wrestler." Do you think that promoter would take care of you and your family if you got hurt or killed? Please... let's wake up.

Just because I can go out and buy myself a white coat and a stethoscope, doesn't allow me to call myself a Doctor. I may have a box of tools, and my ass crack may show above my blue jeans, but I'm certainly not a plumber. Do you follow my reasoning? The promoters are just as much to blame as the "wrestlers." If I was running a show and someone told me that they would wrestle for free, I would tell them to find the door. You get what you pay for.

You all point your finger towards Stamford, CT. Look at your hand when you point, as you have three fingers pointing right back at yourself. Independent wrestling is the grass roots of our industry. It must be protected. Where will the next superstars come from?

Don't get me wrong, I'm not writing about all independent promoters. There are many good ones out there that respect our business and it's performers. They know who they are. It's the bad ones out there, that find a ring, put it in a high school gym or such, and sell tickets to their "professional wrestling" show. Buyer Beware!

I think I will stop now, my blood pressure is high enough. If just one of you young ring stars out there gets the picture that I am trying to paint for you, this tirade has been worth it. If wrestling is for you, hang in there and reach for the stars. Get the proper training from a legit professional, and NEVER put your life on the line to benefit anybody, especially a self-proclaimed "rasslin" promoter.

My thoughts go out to the family and friends of Daniel Quirk. May God Bless his soul.

Take care, my friends.
~Percy
www.PercyPringle.com

Ronald Reagan Died On This Date

President Ronald Reagan

I didn't plan to write here today, in fact I've been able to stay away from the computer all weekend, until now. I just noticed on my desk calendar that Ronald Reagan passed away on this date one year ago. That hardly seems possible, does it? He was indeed one my favorites.

Dianna and I stopped by my parents after church this morning for a visit. It just happened that my brother happened by about the same time. On the way home we hit Gracie's place, she just began crawling and now she's up on her feet trying to walk. Bless her heart. Everybody is doing well.

Have a beautiful Sunday!
~Percy
www.PercyPringle.com

Memories Of My Grandfather

Harry Webster Moody, Sr.


My Paternal Grandfather Harry W. Moody Sr., passed away on this date in 1963 at the age of 49, of a massive heart attack. He was only about a month and half short of his 50th birthday. It boggles my mind to think that I am now 51, and that I was 9 years old at the time of his death. His passing had a tremendous impact on my future. You see my "Paw-Paw's" death was my first experience with the loss of a loved one. When I walked into that funeral home for the first time I was in awe of the environment and of funeral traditions themselves. What really chiseled my future in Mortuary Service in stone was the assasination of President John F. Kennedy just 5-months later in November. At that young age I knew that I was going to be a Funeral Director. Who would have ever guessed that thirteen years later, I would be working in that very same funeral home that my Grandfather's services were held from.

I have many fond memories of my "Paw-Paw," even though I only spent 9 short years around him. He loved to fish, and a sip of the brew now and then as well. I can recall a couple of fishing trips that he took me with him down on Mobile Bay. He said I could have all of the candy and ice cream that I wanted if I didn't tell my Grandma ("Nanny") that he had some cold ones to drink. Well, the screen door on my "Nanny's" back porch didn't hit me in the butt before I stooged him off. He knew I would anyway, I was his first grandchild, I knew that he loved me.

I can still see him sitting on an old stool under a chinaberry tree in their backyard whittling on a piece of wood, or making a fish net by hand. He carved me a pop-gun one time, so I could shoot the berries of the china tree. I remember breaking it, and hiding it in a dresser drawer because I didn't want him to know that I had ruined his hard work. I am so blessed that I had a relationship with both grandparents on my Mom and Dad's side of the family. Grandparents are so important to a child's development. I know Dianna and I will always be here for our Gracie.

Well... I got back on track this morning after dealing with dental problems for a week. I got my walking started again, even though it was already 85 degrees when I hit the park. I even got all three of our Dachshunds bathed. It's like a sausage assembly line, but they are really good about it.

Time to check the email, and the latest 'rasslin news. Tonight we head to The Biloxi Grand Casino to see John Michael Montgomery. It should be a good one. Take care my friends, and have a safe weekend.

~Percy
www.PercyPringle.com