6. He Clocks In and Out Like Hes Working In A Call Centre
From all reports, Lesnars still on a flat fee salary structure, meaning that unlike his peers in WWE his earnings arent tied to how well the company does. Thats because hes not interested in how well they do. He just wants the payout to be consistent and to go home. Pro wrestling is a business that attracts tough, motivated, passionate individuals - unless, of course, youre Brock Lesnar and you get handed a top spot on a silver platter from the moment you graduate college. Because thats what happened. Lesnar grew up working his ass off from dawn till dusk on a dairy farm. Hes seen what its like to really work for something, and doesnt want anything to do with it. He was gifted a full scholarship to college when he proved to be a fearsomely natural talent as a wrestler, and won a whole bunch of stuff. When he graduated, he was offered a developmental contract with WWE without actually pursuing it, because of that amateur reputation. Lesnar was given $250,000 per year, plus other concessions like the hiring of college roommate Shelton Benjamin, just to train! When he debuted on the WWE main roster, he was given a top spot and went over the biggest stars in the industry in a matter of weeks. When he couldnt handle the travel and the hard graft, he quit. It turned out that playing football on a pro level took hard work, not just size and speed: he didnt make the cut and lost interest, heading off to wrestle in Japan. When he joined UFC, he did so with virtually no MMA experience, and got a UFC Heavyweight Title shot almost immediately, despite losing his first fight for them. Lesnar has no friends backstage at RAW, and no interest in making any. He doesnt work the crowd, and he doesnt try to become better at what he does. Hes been told that hes a monster, so he sells when he feels like it, for the most part. Hes a pretty good promo - his performances on his own in 2002 and 2003 bear that out - but hes got Paul Heyman, so he doesnt even need to learn any lines. He has no passion for wrestling and no interest in the business: he punches a clock and leaves. Its pretty hard to admire a man like that.
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