David Senra

He winds up winning.

There's a great picture of him.

It's put on the cover of a magazine.

It sells a ton of Oakley sunglasses.

And the founder of Oakley, without telling Andre beforehand, has a brand new Dodge Viper delivered to Andre's house as a thank you.

And again, he does not hide at any step along the way that he's just very confused.

He doesn't know who he is.

He's talking about the fact that, you know, he has to sit for all these interviews.

Media is a huge part of his job.

Journalists are always asking him questions.

And he says, you're asking about the subject that I understand the least.

Me.

And even though he hates himself, even though in many cases he's deeply depressed, he likes the response that he's getting.

Millions of fans like me, apparently.

I get sacks full of fan mail, including naked pictures of women with their phone numbers scrawled along the margin.

And yet each day I'm vilified because of my look, because of my behavior.

I absorb the role of the villain.

I accept it.

I grow into it.

I am the villain in every match and every tournament.