Wrestle was my life and winning had become my hobby, and I used to win almost all the titles which came my way. After my first mentor, my mother was second to her best. She was always with me on every match. I was cheered with her shouts and screams. I used to get the blessings of my mother, before every match. I was really impressed with the care she showed.
After a match, I went to find her in the seats. I began to run when I noticed that she didn't rise to greet me. She didn't even move. She had died of a heart attack, and I was left alone in this world.