Southern Legitimacy Statement: To Be a Wrestler Dusty from his last defeat he rises from the mat, screams defiance, spins with flair around the ring, grapples whatever dares stand before him, runs, jumps, flexes, flings his body against the ropes, locks legs, arms, heads into submission. Victorious he stands in the center of the ring, arm upraised, head thrown back in laughter, awaits the next challenger, sees him, seizes him by the throat, swaps chop for chop, stroke for stroke, staggers, falls, is raised to the sky, dropped to the mat, sat upon for the count of one two three, loses, leaves, already planning his return, knowing defeat is never final, knowing tomorrow he can start again, knowing even death or disbarment demands only another mask, another outrageous name.