Big E injury update from…Big E…Another Big E update from Big E

[LordDeathwatch]

Just the styling doesn't do anything for her features. She's definitely a cutie.

Good shyt, that pic was doing her no favors.

 

[MenacingMonk]

He’s done, huh? Sucks some jobber who shouldn’t haven been called up in the first place likely ended his career.

 

[NoMorePie]

Just the styling doesn't do anything for her features. She's definitely a cutie.

Woah

Got damn

Big e better not see me in the parking lot

 

[WhatsGoodTy]

Is the bum that ended his career even on the roster anymore?


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[NoMorePie]

Is the bum that ended his career even on the roster anymore?


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.he's in NXT. But the future isn't all too bright.

 

[Norrin Radd]

 

[King Sun]

Just the styling doesn't do anything for her features. She's definitely a cutie.

She looks like the average cali girl body wise and nothing wrong with that . TBH alot of these women wear shapeware and straps and shyt to make it look like that got something especially in porn and wrestling.

 

[TheGreatShowtime]

Dope. I had no idea he was planning on going to UF until Iowa offered him a football scholarship.

 

[Kidd Dibiase]

On the morning of my ninth birthday, I made a wish. Not a birthday wish, though — or at least not the kind you make before blowing out candles. It wasn’t something you wish for with a smile on your face, around family and friends. It was something you wish for alone, in your bedroom, in the quiet moments.

So that’s what I did. I woke up … I got out of bed … I took off my clothes … I stood in front of the mirror … I looked up and down at my reflection. And I wished for the same thing I’d wish for every morning, of every day, for the next almost 15 years.

To be absolutely anyone else.

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Like most long stories, mine starts in Florida.

I grew up in Tampa in the ’90s in a household that was very conservative. My parents were both Caribbean immigrants: My dad, an Apostolic preacher, came from Jamaica in the ’70s. My mom came from a tiny island called Monserrat. We had our own small community church, which my dad loved to tell people he built with his bare hands. He’d say it in this way that made it sound like a tall tale, but it was true. I watched him do most of the construction myself. It held 60-70 people at capacity, though on some nights we’d be lucky to have 12. I remember it had this pool on one end with a sliding glass door. The idea was that you could see people get baptized without leaving the pulpit.

We went to church constantly. Six hours on Sunday, another six or so hours during the week. Sometimes in the summer we’d do these “revival weeks,” where there’d be tent revivals for seven full days. If I wasn’t at church, I was mostly expected to be at home. If I was at home, I was mostly expected to be reading the bible. I never had a sleepover, never trick-or-treated on Halloween, never went to a high school dance. Nothing like that.

I don’t mind saying I grew up fearing my dad. I think my sisters did, too. If we broke a rule, he’d tell us we were going to burn in hell for disobeying him. If we missed a spot while dusting, we’d get spanked. I remember I forgot to turn the alarm off in our garage once, and I set it off, and he shoved me into a wall. We had a roof over our heads, food on our table, everything he felt we needed. But emotionally, there was this void.

I think my dad was raised by his parents the same way — with that same void. He filled it with godliness. And my mom sort of followed in his footsteps. I have these memories, or more like pieces of memories, of feeling love and softness from her when I was really small. But then my dad would scold her and say things like “don't pick them up” or “let them cry.” I think she felt a pressure from him to not be too nurturing to us. To not let us get too close.

So much of what I did, growing up, I did to escape.

Football was probably the first true rescue I found. I think it lined up with my parents’ sense of discipline, so they let me play. I started at age 7 and felt drawn to it almost instantly. I had all of this aggression to get out — football tapped into that. First I played in the Police Athletic League, then in the Tampa Bay Youth Football League. I was on the Citrus Park Bills, mostly at lineman. (They don’t call me “Little E,” you know?) I just loved hitting people. Honestly I loved everything about youth football. I know it’s frowned on more now and I get why. But for me, back then? It was like a social life and a support system, rolled into one. It was a safe haven.
The other big escape hatch I found was culture.

My parents sent me to a school called Tampa Prep, and I had an amazing English teacher there named Mrs. Adams. She had this avant garde look … flowing clothes, wild gray hair. We had her first period, and I remember she’d have the lights turned real low when we walked in every morning. Then she’d put these little lamps out on the table for “mood.” She’d play Enya for us, and spoke really softly. I loved how she always made me feel capable. She’s the first person who made me believe that I could write and speak in a way that meant something — in a way that could express something true.

I was always reading books. First for school, stuff like Animal Farm, Huck Finn, Fahrenheit 451. Toni Morrison really stuck with me. The Bluest Eye. A big moment later on was when I discovered Erasure, the Percival Everett novel that came out in 2001. I’d never read a book like that before, and I think I’d built up all these assumptions about what Black literature could or couldn’t be. Seeing a Black writer be witty, and irreverent, and crude, while still having so much to say … it changed my perception of what was possible. It helped me understand that my definition of Black art was too small.

I also fell in love with hip-hop. I still remember the first two albums I bought: NWA’s Straight Outta Compton and this Bone Thugs-n-Harmony hits compilation. I was only allowed to listen to classical and gospel music at home, so I had to hide them from my parents, but I’d listen any chance I got. I wore those CDs out. TV helped, too, and I discovered a lot of artists through music videos. I got really into 2Pac. Scarface. The Clipse. (Also that Alien Ant Farm cover of “Smooth Criminal,” I won’t lie.)

 

[Kidd Dibiase]

My sisters and I, our favorite TV show growing up was All That. It was basically SNL for ’90s kids — and one famous thing about that show: the theme song was incredible. I think TLC recorded it around when they were making CrazySexyCool, and it was an actual bop. OHHHH, OH-OHHHH / THIS IS ALLLLLL THAT / THIS IS ALLLLLL THAT!!! You’d hear that chorus and you’d know it’s about to be a night.

The only problem was what comes after the chorus: Left Eye starts rapping. Nothing bad. G-rated. But my girl is rapping rapping. And for my parents, like I said, hip-hop was not allowed. So my sisters and I had a system. We’d turn on All That at 8:30 sharp … then flip to another channel at the exact moment the rap was about to come in ... then silently count out the seconds of how long we knew Left Eye’s verse was … then flip it back to Nickelodeon and enjoy the show. I laugh so hard thinking about that now — the three of us launching this elaborate CIA operation, every Saturday, just to watch a little TV. But that’s what it took! We did what we had to do.

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My dad drew a lot of hard lines in the sand when it came to pop culture. For whatever reason, though, there was this one line he didn’t draw — this one thing that, not only did he let me enjoy, he enjoyed right along with me. You can probably guess but I’ll tell you.

The man. Loved. Wrestling.
I think some of it had to do with him being an immigrant. You come over to a new country, and there’s this whole new culture to adapt to. Some parts of that culture are so specific, and can be hard to pick up. But wrestling isn’t like that — it’s a universal language. It’s good guys and bad guys, it’s classic storytelling. It’s not really something you have to “learn.” It’s something you can just connect with, on a human level.

And my dad really connected with it. He loved Thunderbolt Patterson, who was one of the great Black wrestlers and one of the stars of the territories era. My dad would always talk about going to see Thunderbolt and Dusty Rhodes wrestle at the armories in Florida back in the ’70s. Those were some of his favorite memories. He was a true fan.

And he stayed a fan through my childhood, which ended up coinciding with the late-’90s boom aka the Monday Night Wars. We could never afford pay-per-views, but we’d watch every hour of free TV that WWF and WCW put out. Raw and Smackdown. Nitro and Thunder. No joke, my dad got so into it that he started watching Raw three times a week. He’d watch it live on Mondays. Then there was a re-air he’d watch later that night. Then there was a Spanish language re-air he’d watch later that week. And no, my dad didn’t speak Spanish. He’d still watch that re-air though. He couldn’t get enough.

Eventually my sisters got into it, too. That was big, because they’d let me use their Barbie Dreamcamper Van for the hardcore matches I’d put on with my action figures. And it really became like this whole shared fandom between the four of us. Wrestling was the one thing we all were into … and the one thing my sisters and I could do with our dad besides church. And even as our relationships with him strained over the years, I always felt that said a lot about what wrestling can be. Like — whether it’s the territories in the ’70s, or the Attitude Era in the ’90s, or whatever the business is now. It will always be a way to connect.I never had a lot of friends at school, but I have this one perfect memory. It’s from sixth grade. For the most part our school rented out classrooms from the University of Tampa — but in sixth grade, because of temporary space issues, we had to use this makeshift building instead. Which meant we were a little out of the way. We loved it, though. Because of where we were located, we got to go out onto this GIANT field at lunch time. OK … it probably wasn’t giant. But in my memory that field stretched out forever.
This was ’97 or ’98, so right around when the nWo was really popping. And at the time, one of the only WCW guys who would stand up to them was Lex Luger. His finishing move was “The Torture Rack” — where he’d lift his opponent up over his shoulders until they were horizontal, then just shake the s*** out of them until they tapped. Simple but violent. Every Monday, man, Lex would be putting these nWo fools in the Rack to a huge pop.

Tampa was WCW country — so naturally everyone in my class’s favorite move was the Torture Rack. The problem with that move, though, is that it’s not like a Sharpshooter or a Rock Bottom, where pretty much anyone can “do it.” Nah. You have to be strong as hell to put someone in the Torture Rack.

Well: I was the only kid in our class who was strong as hell. So every day at lunch, we’d go out onto that giant field. And as soon as we were far enough past where the teachers could see, a bunch of my classmates would swarm my way. And they’d beg me to Rack ’em. So that’s what I’d do. Rack ’em up, put ’em down. One after another. By the end of lunch I’d be so exhausted. It was beautiful.

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Now might be a good time to go back to my ninth birthday.

Standing in front of my bedroom mirror, and making that wish … I’m not sure why that memory sticks out for me so vividly. It’s not like I woke up one morning and decided I was depressed. But I think that’s kind of my first memory of feeling like I was fighting against myself in some way. Of feeling like — in this way that I was only beginning to understand — I was trapped.
That’s the thing. I feared my dad … but I wouldn’t say I felt trapped by him. Like, somewhere deep down, I think I knew I’d eventually be able to escape the household he raised us in. But as time passed, I started to realize more and more that what I actually couldn’t escape was myself. I started to have these sinking feelings: I was trapped in a body that I hated, and with a mind that hated me.

I despised how my body looked during those years. I was convinced it was too fat, too short. I wanted a six-pack I’d never have, and to be tall like I never would be. And honestly? I wanted to be handsome. That last one I felt a deep insecurity about, in this way that became a very sad cycle. I never felt I was attractive … so I never thought girls would want me … so I never felt comfortable around girls … so I never dated … which only confirmed to me how ugly I was. I didn’t have my first kiss until grad school. Which is embarrassing to admit, I guess, but I want it in here. It’s part of my story. I hated how I looked, and it haunted me for a long time.

And then as far as my mind goes … I don’t think I really understood what was even happening to it back then. I don’t think I knew I was “depressed” … but I definitely was. I don’t think I knew I was “suicidal” … but I thought about wanting to die daily. I just felt trapped inside my own head — like it was controlling me and not vice-versa. Like I was only along for the ride as it was taking me to some really dark places. And of course I’m writing this now and I have the vocabulary to explain all of that. But at the time I had nothing. It was the most confusing feeling in the world.

 

[Vice Queen]

My mental health issues started around the same age.

 

[The Amerikkkan Idol]

Wow, Big always seems so happy.

It just goes to show you that a lot of people are performing in their lives.

 

[Flex Luger]

Big E Says He Is Still Not Cleared | Fightful News

Big E confirms he's still not cleared.

www.fightful.com

Big E has been sidelined since March 2022 when he suffered a broken neck after landing awkwardly following a suplex by Ridge Holland.

Big E appeared on the December 2nd episode of WWE Raw, where he was kicked out of New Day by Xavier Woods and Kofi Kingston. Big E sadly walked away from the group after being chastised for putting his new life before New Day.

Speaking on The Mike Broomhead Show, Big E was asked about his injury.

"I broke my neck, two and a half years ago, in three places, including my C1 in two places. I still haven't been cleared. Thankfully, I feel great and don't have any issues, nothing like that. Didn't need surgery. I was in a hard collar for three months. There are very real risks. We had a suplex that went wrong and I've been out since. I'm grateful to have no issues, no pain, nothing like that," he said.

Big E has been part of WWE Kickoff shows and is an ambassador for the Fiesta Bowl.

It is unknown if or when Big E will return to the ring.

 

[Mike the Executioner]

I'd put money on him coming back at some point. Seems like a lot of guys in the past decade have been written off as finished and were able to return.

Besides, that New Day segment needs an eventual payoff.

 

[White City Black]

Big E Says He Is Still Not Cleared | Fightful News

Big E confirms he's still not cleared.

www.fightful.com

Big E has been sidelined since March 2022 when he suffered a broken neck after landing awkwardly following a suplex by Ridge Holland.

Big E appeared on the December 2nd episode of WWE Raw, where he was kicked out of New Day by Xavier Woods and Kofi Kingston. Big E sadly walked away from the group after being chastised for putting his new life before New Day.

Speaking on The Mike Broomhead Show, Big E was asked about his injury.

"I broke my neck, two and a half years ago, in three places, including my C1 in two places. I still haven't been cleared. Thankfully, I feel great and don't have any issues, nothing like that. Didn't need surgery. I was in a hard collar for three months. There are very real risks. We had a suplex that went wrong and I've been out since. I'm grateful to have no issues, no pain, nothing like that," he said.

Big E has been part of WWE Kickoff shows and is an ambassador for the Fiesta Bowl.

It is unknown if or when Big E will return to the ring.

Even if it’s not terribly new news, I always appreciate how detailed and realistic E is when discussing this injury and progress

I’m in the group that certainly believes he’s returning in ring at some point