Interesting read from Vince Russo

[JoeDirt 0]

Vince recently opened a religious website, and this is posted there. Thoughts?

 

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"In my world, the world of professional wrestling, champions aren’t made. . .but rather created. You see, everything you see that takes place inside a wrestling ring is an illusion. The ring is a stage with the wrestlers serving as its’ actors. Nobody beats anybody—wins and loses are determined by the “booker”; the person writing the script. That’s where I come in.

 

From the late 90’s to the early 2000’s, I was the most successful writer in the history of professional wrestling. My success was based on television ratings and during that period the World Wrestling Federation was reaching an audience of over 8 million people every Monday night. Perhaps my greatest claim to fame--being the brains behind the transformation of Dwayne Johnson. . .today you know him as one of the top movie stars in the world—“The Rock”. But, even as great as the Rock is—even he never beat anybody in becoming the World Wrestling Federation Champion. No, my pencil beat his opponents for him. My pencil was responsible for rewarding the Rock the WWF Heavyweight Championship of the world. My pencil was also responsible for stripping him of that same title.

 

Stripping the title. . .that’s the basis of my testimony. The fact is, away from the lights, the camera and the action---there was only one person in my life that I should have crowned the true Champion. One person who was solely responsible for giving me the success I attained—the money, the prestige, the glory, the interview with Ms. Morning herself, Joan

Lunden--the one man who I couldn’t have done any of it without. But unfortunately, I never stripped him of the title simply because I never gave it to him. As a matter of fact—I turned my back on him . . .ignored him. Why? It was simple . . .I didn’t need God.

 

You see in my mid-30’s I was solely responsible for my success. It was all about ME, ME, ME. I was in TOTAL control and basically invincible. I didn’t need anybody—my friends, my wife, my kids and certainly not God. God: he was for those who were weak. He was a crutch for those who couldn’t stand on their own two feet. I was way above that—I was a giant in the wrestling business. I was Superman and no one could even tug on my cape.

 

And, I did whatever it took.

 

Whatever glued those eyeballs to that television set. . . I did it. Sex, violence, drugs, nudity, homosexuality, transvestites, men beating women, the killing of household pets, castration, the unnatural love between mother and her son, demonic worship, demonic sacrifice, blasphemy, degrading the cross, there was nothing off-limits; the fact was—I was the Anti-Christ of sports entertainment. Did I know it was wrong? Sure I did. But in an effort to stay on top, in an effort to please my boss, in an effort to be a “worldly” success, I simple hid behind the excuse—“I’m not writing this show for kids”. But the fact was—kids were watching. They were watching and we knew it—that’s why we were shipping out Stone Cold Steve Austin lollipops by the truckload every week.

 

In my heart I knew it was wrong. You see, my heart wasn’t on the same page as my genius—as a matter of fact it wasn’t even in the same book. No, inside, deep within my soul, something wrong was going on. There was an internal struggle. My whole life was based on at least trying to do the right thing—but right now. . .at this point in my life. . .I was no longer listening to my heart. There was a part of me that just continued to push primarily because I was afraid of my own failure. But turning my back on my heart, or my “spirit”, almost became fatal.

 

I became possessed by my success. There was only one small problem—with every goal I achieved I still felt emptiness. I keep reaching for “something” and it was just never there. . .I kept coming up empty. The status, the money, soon none of it meant anything. I just kept searching for. . . I don’t know what. The depression that followed was inevitable. The job now controlled me. I was a prisoner of my own success. In an effort to save my sanity I switched jobs. I jumped ship to Ted Turner’s World Championship Wrestling. From there things went from bad. . .to worse. The new challenge made no difference. What’s the point of achieving your goals when the end of the journey never satisfies you? At WCW I became an on-air character—I was a television star now. But, when the show was over. . .I was alone. I was sinking further and further into my own darkness. I didn’t even know my own family any more. My wife would tell me over and over again that she was raising our kids as a single parent—but here pleads for help fell on deaf ears. I just didn’t care anymore.

 

When WCW was eventually sold I hooked on with another wrestling company—great, new challenges! But, who was I kidding? I was becoming hopeless by the day, by the hour, by the minute. What added to the misery was the feeling that I was free-falling from my peak. In my mind, I was soon becoming day-old newspaper. I just couldn’t accept the fact that at my mid-point in life, “my prime”, so to speak, that this was all there was. This is what it’s all about. No, this simply couldn’t be the meaning of life. What, God creates us only to then let the joke be on us. I wouldn’t accept that. . .I couldn’t accept that. But, at that point in time there was no other explanation. The truth was that I didn’t even know who I was anymore. My heart that was once my guiding light was becoming as black as the darkest night. I was quickly becoming filled with hate. I now even began to despise those who were once close to me. Friends became enemies. . .I hit rock bottom.

 

I wish I could tell you it was a lightning bolt. . .but it wasn’t. . .it was more like a caffeine jolt. My heart, tired of being ignored for so many years decided to take a stand. I was overcome with a fleeting rush of, “What are you doing? Look at yourself. . .what have you become? For years I have been trying to tell you something—for years I have been trying to get your attention. That guiding light was always inside of you. You never understood why you always felt different from everybody else—well. . .do you understand now?!!!”

 

At that moment—everything changed. My heart came out from within and blanketed my entire body. The spirit that was begging to come out for all those years was finally released. I was at peace with the world. . .I was at peace with myself. There was a calming that I had never experienced before. A force way beyond my control directed me to church that week. I didn’t even tell my own wife that I was going because I was too embarrassed. I had never “needed” any spiritual guidance before—remember I was always invincible—I could do it all—ALONE. That Sunday, in a sold-out auditorium the preacher was speaking directly to me. Every word was aimed at my entire life. I left church that day shaking. I now knew what it was that I was searching for for the better part of 20 years—and he was there all along. He was inside of me. . .he was in my heart. . he was truly God.

 

From that moment on my entire demeanor changed. To put it as simply as I can—I couldn’t even as much as throw a tooth pick on the floor because I now understood that God created everything on this earth. I dove head first into the book—and just couldn’t get enough of his word. I became involved in the church—attending two different sermons, at two different churches, back-to-back every Sunday. I lived for the Lord; my true father. I wanted to do EVERYTHING to glorify his name and his kingdom. I took that faith to work with me, and now rather than hate a business I once loved I take every opportunity to share the word with those wrestlers who I can feel are reaching out and looking for the same thing I was. I got to know my family again—I fell in love with my wife one more time. I was truly reborn. I turned my life over to God and finally handed my maker the title as the one, and only, true champion of the world.

 

In his book, “My Utmost for the Highest,” Oswald Chambers states, “Either Jesus Christ is the supreme authority on the human heart, or He is not worth paying any attention to. Am I prepared to trust the penetration of His Word into my heart, or would I prefer to trust my own `innocent ignorance?” So, now I ask you? Are you prepared? Are you listening to your heart? Or, are you being guided by the unknowing ways of the world--settings and situations that in the long run mean absolutely nothing. At one point in my life I made over $500,000 per year. Having been there and done that I can tell you from the bottom of my heart money isn’t going to bring you happiness—neither is success—neither is notoriety. What’s going to bring you happiness is what’s living inside each and every one of you right now. The voice that you hear every day. The voice that you try to ignore. . .just like I did. But I’ll tell you this—all of you will come face-to-face with your rock bottom for the simple fact that WE CAN”T DO IT WITHOUT HIM. He created us, he has the instructions, he knows what makes us tick. . . he knows our hearts.

 

Listen to your heart. Let the Lord show you what HE intended for you—not the road you paved for yourself. Because at the end of the day it’s not about us at all—it’s all about him.

 

Can you hear him right now? Are you going to listen, or turn a deaf ear?

 

The only thing that depends on it is your eternal life."

[Guest MikeSC]

He really needs to stop writing.

-=Mike

[Your Paragon of Virtue 0]

He really needs to stop writing.

-=Mike

Maybe it's because I'm a Christian, but while there were flaws with it I still think it wasn't that bad. He's still full of himself, and I don't know how genuine he is with it, but it seems to have caused a very real change in him, at least, as his writing would have you believe. I am just interested to know when he wrote this and in what timeframe did all of these things happen.

[The Mandarin 0]

Here's next week's preview.

 

IS JESUS REALLY ALL THAT %*@&!#! GOOD?!- Part I

by Vic Venom

 

SWOIVE, KIDZ!!!!!

 

Eventually he works a picture of Sable at the 1997 Slammies in there too.

[geniusMoment 0]

That bastard keeps deleting my posts. First I asked him for more bra and panties matches. They better not delete my post where I thanked him for the way he booked women from 97-99.

[Corey_Lazarus 0]

Pretty decent read. I can't say I'm truly 100% convinced, but if he's as serious about finding God and reforming as he says he is, then good for him. He's found something that makes him happy.

[Hunter's Torn Quad 0]

I can't believe anyone is actually buying this crap. One day, probably around the time TNA get really desperate, Russo will suddenly be called back to wrestling. And it won't the Jesus Christ making the call. It'll be Jeff Leonard Jarrett, and while he may consider himself The God Of TNA, he can't pull off the kind of miracle it will take for TNA to survive in the long run.

[WhenDanSaysJump 0]

For someone so enthusiastic about his new-found sprituality, he sure refers to God as a small-h he a lot.