Name: BubbaAge: 20Years Pro: like I would tell you!Hometown: in the south of cousre!Height: 5'9"Weight: 176Fav Wrestler: Mick FoleyCatchphrase: Here's ya sign!My entrance music is Red Neck by Dakota Fate.Be sure to go to www.dakotafate.com and check them out. They rock!!!I am a proud supporter of Dakota Fate. If you like my entrance song, you need to go check these guys out, and be sure to go see them perform live!!Thanks guys for being my sponcer and allowing me the honor of using your song.OK, I guess here is where ya'll want to get into my private stuff huh!?!Well, here goes.....My number 1 hero is Mick Foley, my favorites are, The Ghostriders, The Undertaker, Ricky Morton, Dirty White Boy, Stone Cold Steve Austin, Kane, Brock Lesnar,and Rob Van Dam and of course my mom, last but not at all least.As many people knows my mom is L. A. Lady, so I spent most of my weekends either at ringside or close to it, I spent many hours on the weekends in one dressing room or another mostly doing my homework during the school year or listing to her preach at me about how important school was. I didn't really care about school, I wanted to be in wrestling. I suppose many people if they was in my place would hate this sport by now, but I don't it is my lifes dream to do what my mom does and what all my heros do.Some may say that growing up in this sport was not a proper lifestyle, and I too at some points felt that way and I would rebel against my mom and dad. There was times when I would stand up against my moms wishes and try to make her feel bad for always dragging me off on the weekends from town to town and state to state while she went out and did her job.I never really took what she does as being real, I always felt it was just a game that the adults enjoyed playing. Kinda like playing dress-up for halloween, only they do it every night of the week. Let me tell ya, I was wrong!Like I said I have always wanted to do this type of work, and every time I brought the subject up to my mom she would say, "When I am ready then I will let you know that you are ready to enter into this business, not untill."In October 2003, my mom took me to work with her in Morristown Tn. After we got there she told me to stay real close to her, I hated hearing those words. I have heard them all my life. My mom went to go change and after she had changed we was standing around in this hallway, these kids came up and started talking with my mom, she was smiling, laughing and talking to those kids as if she had known them all their lives, then she excused herself and looked at me and said for me to get her bag and follow her.I mumbled to myself here we go again, it was into the dressing room. When we walked in I said hey mom this is the heels room, she looked over her shoulder at me and smiled and said, real bright, now you know why I call you sun. That was the first time I ever really took notice of how my mom started changing into L.A. Lady. It was kind of creepy but intense, and I was never aware of what my mom did to change into her other person.The commissioner and my mom talked in private a few seconds, then he told my mom her spots, she looked at me and said remember those. I shrugged my shoulders and said sure, whatever. I didn't care, I wasn't the one going out to that ring.After the second match, my mom and the guy she was managing started talking, she called me over and just started talking about how you do not touch the fans, and how if any fan should touch you that security will remove them. Smart mouth me had to go and say, and your point in telling me this, is what mom!?!She smiled, then bowed her head and closed her eyes. (When she does that she is praying, then she will say a few words to her best friend Dog and her mom who has passed away, then she pats her heart and is ready.)Then suddenly she grabbed my arm and put her arm through mine, and on to the floor we walked. This was my first appearance at ringside with my mom, but she wasn't my mom no more, she was L.A. Lady. She walked out with great pride, but as if nothing or no one could get to her.After we was in our corner with the man she was managing, the anouncer anounced the man she was with, my mom and then stated that she was escourted out to the ring by her very own personal bodyguard the redneck kid, she stepped up and whispered in my ear, "how are you doing kid?" I just nodded my head and mumbled yeah. I couldn't believe that my mom had made me her bodyguard, that meant that her life was in my hands.After the match had ended and we went back into the dressing room, she called out to me and said are you OK? I couldn't speak, then she grabed my arm and out we go again. I felt like I was going to be sick. I guess my mom picked up on this, so she stepped up and said breathe.Once we was back in the dressing room my mom said, let me see your hands. I was shaking hard and I had butterflies in my stomach I felt like I was gonna be sick or pass out. Everyone in the room started laughing and telling me that I'd be alright, except for my mom. She looked at me and said in a so kind and gentel tone, "it's not as easy as it looks is it?" I answered no ma'am. She smiled and said we all still get butterflies, it's natural. They will not be as bad later on in the years, but they will always be there.All I could think of was, I grew up in this sport, I have watched my mom and other family members do this all of my life, and I have never seen any of them look or act the way I was feeling.I ask my mom why she took me out with her, she said, "You wanted to do this sport, and I told you when I am ready, then you would know, now you're doing it. You're my bodyguard kid, for the time being. Welcome to the sport. One day I will be walking out to that ring either with you or against you, just always do your best and never forget what I have taught you, and always remember that I will always be proud of you."Then the guys all started talking to me, joking around trying to get me over this feeling I was having, and telling me that I would be fine.I kept thinking I bet none of ya'lls moms just grabed you and took you out like mine did. I was not prepared for this.After being talked down from the butterfly effect I was having, my mom said, "Bubba you go out there, you do the best job you can do. You let the fans scream at you, talk bad to you and say their peace. You argue with them back, and if they get too annoying, you just ignore them, but always keep in mind that they are no different than you are. They paid to come to a show to see everyone of us here. They may have had a bad week at work, or at home, or with a spouse or a mate, they have to let off some steam too just like we do, so you are the one they are going to drop it on, but always remember if not for them, you would not be in this sport, you will respect them."That night after the show had ended this little boy came up to me and my mom and shook my moms hand, of course I had seen this before, I mean my mom is L.A. Lady, but when she shook his hand and smiled and spoke to him, and I saw how his face lit up, I felt real proud of who my mom was. Then she told the boy that I was her son, he ask me if I wrestled, I said one day I will. He said, I want to do what you do some day. I said something that I have always heard my mom say, you can do it if you want to bad enough. Thanks to my mom, my dream is comming true. Like she has always said, if you have it in your heart, you can do it, you have to love it that much.On the ride home that night I noticed how my mom did not speak about how the night went, she talked about what needed to be done around the house and what she was going to cook for dinner the next day. I was thinking how could she go and do this type of work and leave without saying a single word about it, then I remembered how she says, "Work is work. Once it's over, you leave it behind since it has been done." I hope I do one day make my mom proud of me, she has given me my dream, and I want her to be as proud of me as I am of her.Thank you mom. I love you.Home page:http://the-redneck-kid2003.tripod.com/index.htmlMyspace:http://www.myspace.com/the_redneck_kid2003Yahoo email:the_redneck_kid2003@yahoo.com