From NFL to NXT: The Story of Rick Steiners Son

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Alright, let’s talk about this Rick Steiner’s boy. You know, that fella from wrestling, the one with the muscles? Yeah, him. His son, now, he’s somethin’ else. I heard tell he’s also wrasslin’, just like his daddy. Wrasslin’ must run in the family, like bakin’ does in mine. My grandma, she could make the best apple pie you ever tasted, and I ain’t too shabby myself, if I do say so.

This boy, they call him Bron Breakker, or somethin’ like that. Sounds like a fancy name, not like the names we use ’round here. We got Johns and Marys, and maybe a Billy or two. But Bron Breakker? That’s a city name, for sure. Anyway, this boy, he’s big and strong, just like his daddy. I seen pictures, and he’s got them Steiner arms, all thick and veiny. Must be from liftin’ all them weights, or maybe it’s just in the genes. My grandpa, he was strong too, used to haul hay bales all day long. Strong as an ox, he was.

They say this Bron boy, he didn’t wanna use his daddy’s name, wanted to make a name for himself. Good for him, I say. Nothin’ wrong with standin’ on your own two feet. Reminds me of my cousin, Earl. He moved to the city and started his own business. Nobody gave him nothin’, he worked hard for it all. Now he’s got a fancy house and a car that cost more than my whole farm. Hard work pays off, that’s what I always say.

Rick Steiner’s son is also a wrestler.
He goes by the name Bron Breakker.
He chose not to use the Steiner family name.

I also heard tell that this Bron boy, he played football before. Football, now that’s a rough sport. All that runnin’ and hittin’. Reminds me of when the cows get loose. Tryin’ to get them back in the pasture, that’s a workout, let me tell you. But football, it’s different. They got rules and pads and all that. Still, it’s dangerous. My nephew, he played football in high school, broke his arm clean in two. Had to wear a cast for months.

But this Bron, he decided wrasslin’ was his callin’, just like his daddy. And he’s doin’ pretty good, from what I hear. Winnin’ championships and such. Must make his daddy proud. My kids, they never took after me. I tried to teach ’em how to garden, but they just wanted to play video games. Kids these days, they don’t appreciate the simple things. But I guess that’s just the way of the world.

Now, some folks say this Bron boy is gonna be even bigger than his daddy. That’s a tall order, Rick Steiner was a legend. But who knows? Maybe this boy’s got what it takes. He’s got the muscles, that’s for sure. And he’s got the drive, seems like. You gotta have that fire in your belly, if you wanna succeed. That’s what my mama always told me. And she was a wise woman, my mama.

So, yeah, that’s what I know about Rick Steiner’s son. He’s a wrestler, he’s strong, and he’s makin’ a name for himself. Good for him, I say. I always like to see young folks doin’ well. Reminds me of when the corn comes up in the spring, all green and strong. It’s a beautiful thing, new life, new beginnings. And who knows, maybe one day I’ll even watch this Bron boy wrestle on TV. Though, I reckon I’d rather be out in the garden, tendin’ to my tomatoes.

Anyway, that’s the gist of it. Rick Steiner’s boy, Bron Breakker, he’s a wrestler, just like his daddy and he’s doin’ alright for himself. He’s strong, he’s got that Steiner look, and he seems determined. And that’s all there is to it, plain and simple. Just like makin’ a good batch of biscuits, nothin’ fancy, just good honest work.