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I love wrestling. But there’s no future in it. It’s just not a realistic dream. I want to find something that I love as much, but that’s a safer choice, you know what I mean?” “Well, you can’t do that anymore. But have you considered business studies?” she responded, deadpan. Spending four years doing something so utterly boring felt like a prison sentence. I left, barely able to see through my tears as I bawled my eyes out in my red Volkswagen Polo. I drove across a suspended bridge and imagined myself veering to the left and plummeting into the water far below. Just one flick of the steering wheel and it’ll be over. Hold on, ya bastard. It’ll get better. I was now white-knuckling the steering wheel. Any move I make from here is better than this. Fuck this, I thought. You don’t want to do business. You don’t want to do sports management. You want to perform. Do that. Find a way. Find a fucking way, Rebecca. I crossed the bridge.
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