Uncle Bruce...

Sunday has been a bit of a shock. Lost my kitty last week and well...best to write as it helps to balance out the sadness I feel and shine light as bright as I can to a wonderful amazing person who has passed away.

Bruce, Academy Bruce, Uncle Bruce... I remember when he found my onemodelplace account when I was living in Monterey, CA October 2007. I never heard of women wrestling shot on video let alone the idea that by the end of most matches, the loser gets a strapon or dominated sexually by the winner.

Uncle Bruce began making videos of women wrestling before websites were thought of. His fetish for wrestling stemming from childhood became a side passion in California recruiting strippers and athletes to wrestle for his little ma and pop porn shop. Movies were distributed nation wide in small adult stores and a little cult was created. So many companies have been inspired by his dream and so many women have grown into sexual freedom and feelings of success being challenged physically as well as having a ball doing it sweating on the mats.

My first sex scenes were for Academy. My first start in wrestling was for Academy and my first spark of sexual exploration with woman at a different plateau started with Academy. It's sad to know I will never see his smile holding the camera or learn a unique wrestling hold from him... it's not just the production, but the mentor-ship in my personal and professional paths.

A day with Uncle Bruce was planned weeks in advance. A phone call would go like this...
"So... Dia, I found a hot girl who has never wrestled before but runs marathons and I thought of you. Did you get the link of her photo?"
"Yes... what a babe! When do I get a chance with her?"
Laughter
"Oh Dia, you sure you can beat her. You know she looks really tough. Oh, any other girls you would like to wrestle?"

He was like a sexual matchmaker always aiming to connect all the wrestling roster with women they wanted or had crushes on. He also emphasized fully competitive submission style wrestling including joint locks, arm bars and other risky techniques that were reviewed thoroughly to ensure safety and trust were there. He loved the competition and he loved the idea of complete sexual domination.

Yes, we were all apart of his dream as well as his kink. I think the little bugger lived his fantasies through us, no I KNOW it. He was a complete professional adhering to an intense and time limited schedule. He brought out old bikinis, an ancient strap on harness and one piece swimsuits from the early 90s he loved so much and later on started to invest in new ones after we jokingly told him to get current with the times. He fed us, picked up and dropped us off at the airport and always called us at night to make sure we had a great time and if we wanted a rematch or who we would want to wrestle next. To me that aspect of a production is priceless. It makes me feel loved and appreciated.

Before Uncle Bruce was diagnosed with cancer, almost or around 2 years ago, he had over 2 years of videos in the can ready to be released. That may not be a smart business man, but he didn't do it solely for the business. He did it for his enjoyment and our business. He was a generous man always trying to help out single moms, students and the self employed be successful and continue to train to be better the next time around. He knew if he didn't hire most consistently that we would all get rusty and lose that competitive edge. Also, we were his nieces and of course he wants to see us more often than twice a year!

He encouraged me and so many others to wrestling for other companies for the experience (although he would cringe as he wanted us to wrestle just for him) but he always knew when we were wrestling and always called or text to check in to see how we did.

Before he was sick and his time refocused on battling cancer he would always text the girls in the tag team matches on Ultimate Surrender. It would be a time late at night when he had to walk his dog to get the latest scoop and whether I won or lost, and like a proud parent pointed out the successes of that day.

See, wrestling mixed with porn is an emotional thing. I can't explain it but you are mixing competitive athleticism with eroticism and sometimes they don't mix... oil and vinegar. Both are very sensitive to the female psyche. Although Academy never invested in the best of sets, location let alone production, you can't miss the raw hunger in a lot of the matches and the actualization that "these women are really going at it!"

He guided a lot of us to become the teachers for newbies, he guided a lot of us on career choices and business plans and he guided us to understand ourselves and our own expectations. He took time for so many on his roster to become friends and be a part of our personal lives. He was the first person I called when I made my "I'm in porn" call to my family to let them know my career as it was a very tough decision to be honest with them and a lot of emotions were sailing. He soothed my wounds and right now I wish as well as so many wished we could of wrestled out that fucking cancer so he could be shooting still today and of course still smiling the cheesy grin...

I miss him and I can only imagine the things he held back in telling us during his treatment. Even after his 2nd open brain surgery and after his lung removal he texted us from his cell phone in IU and wanted to know how we were. He put so many in front of himself and it also drove his life as he loved to be generous and a gentlemen.

Was it is down fault? Nope. He found the good in all of us as well as his competitors in the wrestling business. If a girl had an issue or different energy that would be a potential problem, he took more time to train or talk as well as made her more confident and a better person. Because as I mentioned mixing women in sex and wrestling HIGH emotions can happen

I can only imagine his love for his family. He would light up sharing about their progress in academics and talents as well as time together. How he ever juggled a vanilla job, wrestling and family time is a miracle. And the time he focused on each would be equivalent to the typical energy of 3 men. He loved life. He fought to keep it but after two years of battling sometimes there is an ending that has to be acceptance. But he went with a fight and sets an example for me and so many others that if we can live to share the generosity trait of that fraction, I'm sure that cheesy grin will be shining from up above looking our attempts to be better people.

There were so many things I wished to say to him so many things I wished to do. I was caught up in the past coupe months working and traveling, why didn't I go see him? Why didn't I call? I'm not trying to beat myself up but we all have experienced this in our lives and it's time to make sure this never happens. It's a reminder to make sure to take the time off from our professions to appreciate the roses and fucking smell them. I guess writing is the first step and the second... continuing on a solid path of being there for others as he was for me.

I miss you Uncle Bruce and I am happy you are no longer in pain. The next match and the next match and the next one infinity are for you...

xoxo
Dia

ps. I can't end in a sad note. I have to share the happy moments on the mat. After talking to Amber Rayne today she reminded me of the first time she wrestled for Uncle Bruce. Her and I had a match. The hitachi was plugged and as he was talking to us she went to town vibrating herself thru her undies. He smiled, nodded, blushed and admitted he had now idea how to handle that so he kept on talking and of course being completely shy

Another moment I remember is when I wrestled my girlfriend Cadence. She was wearing his bumblebee themed one piece bathing suit. She and I got a little catfighty and I ripped it off of her as we competed. Uncle Bruce would always tease me that it was his prize possession and it was irreplaceable. I searched endlessly to surprise him with the replacement, but ummm I think it was irreplaceable.

Other moments were when he had four girls to shoot in one day and/or highly competitive matches with the more experienced. He was like a little kid and so nervous to get the shoots done timely but anxious to know the outcomes. He would actually text me the scores as he shot it as I'm sure he text the other girls on the roster. That stinker! (I had to keep quiet on so many outcomes but loved that he shared it with me.)

pss. As I think more about my times with him, I will post to the blog. Please if you have a memory email me dia@diazerva.com

Thank you for reading about an awesome man who will be missed. xoxo Dia