Post by biggriff on Jul 12, 2012 17:57:27 GMT -5
Thursday 12 July. 5pm. Orleans arena Las Vegas.
The changing rooms here at the Orleans Arena are unlike anywhere I’ve ever been. Clean floors, no mess and showers that actually work. I’m in heaven as I lie on the massage bench and the on call expert finishes of my muscle rub. This wrestling malarkey takes its toll on your body and having this guy at the end of the phone is a god send. He’s a top class massage therapist and he goes by the name of Leo Cheng. He’s a small, American Chinese man and he’s damn good at his job.
Cheng: All done Mr Foster, every knot in that back of yours,all pushed out.
I get up and stretch out my back it feels so soothing after a massage and my back feels brand new.
Foster: Leo you’re a star. Same time next week?
Cheng: I’ve got you in my diary already. You’ve been my number one client since you moved here, God you brit’s love a good back rub.
Foster: We sure do, I look forward to every Thursday, just for you mate your my hero.
I give Leo a big high five as he leaves the room and I sit back on my comfy leather chair I bought. The only problem with this locker room was all the seats were hard and with all the time in spend here I need to relax, so I picked this brown leather chair to keep at the Orleans Arena. Not many people share this room, I haven’t met everyone yet. We all tend to be here at different times and most of the wrestlers here came from the NYCCW I keep hearing about and I feel quite lonely.
None of the guys seem to wanna talk to me and I can’t say I’ve had a full conversation with any of them. I don’t know if they have a problem with wrestlers from the U.K or what but sometimes it feels like they ignore me on purpose. British wrestlers do have a reputation for being arrogant and up themselves but I’m not like that, but they wouldn’t know because they haven’t made the time to talk to me. Maybe it’s just because I’m new and they waiting for me to bed in abit before they let me into their group fully.
(There’s a knock on the door and I quickly hide the chocolates and cuddly teddy bear that’s on the bench inside my locker)
Foster: Come in…..
(Around the door comes the pristenly made up head of Jay Wyatt.)
Wyatt: Toby my main man how’s it hanging? Great win Monday night, nice old school move reversing that cross body. Jason X wasn’t expecting that at all.
Foster: I know I learned how to shift the momentum of that move when I trained with the late great les Kellet, in a place called Bradford. I was fifteen so it’s a long time since I learned it but you never forget when the time comes.
(Jay gives a nod of the head and a smile in appreciation)
Wyatt: It looked great! So what have you been up to since Monday have people been asking for your autograph and stopping you in the street yet?
(I look down at the floor shaking my head)
Foster: Nope, not yet. It’s only a matter of time though if I keep winning. Two more matches and I could be the first North American champion. How impressive would that be for a youngster from England?
(Jay stands up from the bench and gestures a bow down at my feet)
Wyatt: This is what everyone will be doing if you win that belt because that’s one hell of an achievement so quick dude.
(He sits back in on the bench and puts his hand on my shoulder)
Wyatt: It’s gonna be tough though, I’ve seen your opponents for this week and if you get through that you’re going to run into a big German called Apostle Kried. It’s going to be a hard road kid and if you come out the other end holding the title….you’ll be unstoppable.
Foster: I’m pretty well prepared I think, I was up most of last night watching footage of Aiden Caine. He wrestled for some WWE development territories and turned down a shot at the main roster to come here. So he may be a great wrestler but he’s already nil from one in the mpw and he’s not so bright because who in their right mind turns down WWE. Don’t get me wrong MPW is the place to be right now but the WWE is another step up so I think maybe he knew he wasn’t good enough, we’ll soon find out though.
Wyatt: I have faith buddy, you’ve gotta be favourite going into this match and I think you’re going to come out on top. What about Electra though have you seen her in action?
Foster: Yeah I’ve seen some footage of the last company most people here wrestled for. She’s impressive, lots of great attributes and her boyfriend or husband or whatever he is Drake Hunter another wrestler who works here so he’ll be giving her pointers no doubt. I’ve gotta tread with caution because I wanna win but I don’t want to hurt a woman just for some victory I’m really not into woman beating. Hopefully I’ll let Caine take out Electra and look like a dick then I’ll pick him off one on one. That’s my plan anyway, then I move on to renew an old English vs German rivalry when I meet Apostle Kried in the squared circle and make up for all the times his country has beaten us on the football pitch. I’m really looking forward to locking horns with all three too be honest.
Wyatt: You sound like a man who’s confident in what he knows and that’s a man in control of his destiny.
Foster: I hope so…. Enough about wrestling take a look at this.
(I put my head in my hands before standing up and opening my locker, Wyatt stares at the cuddly toy and chocolates and he starts to blush)
Wyatt: Look….ummm…I know we’re both new and we’ve hit it off as mates but I’m…. Into….women.
Foster: Nooooo, their not for you. I’m totally into women. You’re my only friend here and I need your help. There’s this makeup artist that I’ve seen around. I don’t know her name but I’m totally smitten. You know everyone around here and I was just wondering if you’d help me with giving this to her.
(Jay stands up and gives me a man hug)
Wyatt: Of course I’ll help you. Is she the Spanish looking chick? Long dark hair, huge eyes and a cracking body?
(Jay puts his hands near his chest and simulates boobs)
Foster: Yep you know her alright, she’s amazing. She’s the woman of my dreams and I need to somehow get her to come on a date with me. I need her to see that we’re meant to be together. I bought her flowers Tuesday and today I went out and bought her these….
(Pointing at the gifts)
Foster: But I don’t even know her name, Do you?
Wyatt: Yeah I know her; I’ve spoken to her a few times. Her names Analise Vega. She’s a pretty hard nut what I can make out and she really doesn’t like wrestlers. ‘Meatheads in lycra’ is the expression she used when we talked for a brief few moments. You’re going to have to try harder than flowers, chocolates and a teddy trust me…..
(I sigh and slump back down into my comfy chair, but I sit up quickly and put my finger into the air)
Foster: I GOT IT….. I’m gonna break the mould and show her that not all wrestlers are meatheads and some of us are articulate, intelligent gentlemen. I’m gonna prove to her that she should be on my arm and I’m gonna treat her like a princess. First though, will you go over to her work station and give her these for me (pointing at the gifts) because I’m still a little shy and I really couldn’t take the rejection quite yet.
(Jay laughs out loud at his friend)
Wyatt: You’re real quite a shy guy aren’t you? The confidence you show out there in that ring is totally different in everyday life. How the hell do you do it?
Foster: Out there in that ring I’m just myself, I’m not afraid of anything. I can’t quite understand it myself but since my first ever match, I’ve never had a problem with performing but ask me to talk to a stranger in a club and I freeze and blurt out any old shit.
Wyatt: You’re a strange one Foster I’ll give you that but means I’m your friend I’ll help you. I’ll go over and give these to Analise and tell her you’re the man who gives his regards. Anything else I should say?
(I scratch my head for a second)
Foster: Nope just tell her my numbers on the card and if she’s interested she should gimme a text.
(I lean down and pick up the gifts and reach for a pen from my bag. I write the verse while saying it aloud.)
“Dear Analise,
It will take more than roses and chocolate to make you happy I know
More than ribbon and lace too
But if you take a chance and ring this number
Ill prove someday that a wrestler like me can be the one for you”
Wyatt: You’re smooth Foster, that’s straight outta the ‘textbook’ I’ll give you that.
Foster: It’s catchy isn’t it, hopefully she’ll ring the number at the bottom. Please don’t say anything to embarrass me will you?
Wyatt: I said earlier you can trust me. Now hand me those presents and I’ll take them too her now.
(I hand over the gifts to Jay and he heads straight off to find the woman of my dreams. I slump back down and relax)
Thirty minutes later.
Wyatt: Wake up man….
(I sit up rubbing my eyes)
Foster: Sorry mate I fell asleep, did you give her the presents?
Wyatt: I’m really Sorry man, she’s not interested…. She said she’d never date a wrestler, a Brit or someone so damn shy they couldn’t deliver the gifts in person!
(Toby puts his head into his hands and shakes it profusely and Jay burst out laughing)
Wyatt: Hahahaha….. I’m sorry man I couldn’t resist; I don’t know how I kept a straight face for so long.
(I get up and grab Wyatt in a playful tight headlock)
Foster: You bastard, I nearly cried then, you nearly made a tears drop from a grown man’s eyes. I’m gonna break your neck.
(I shake him around as he shouts for me too let go, so after a few second I let him go and his immaculate hair is messed up and he’s red in the face)
Foster: So you gave her the gifts then?
Wyatt: Nope, she wasn’t there so I left them at her work place. We just need to wait and see if she rings now.
Foster: I hope she does, I’m gonna take her to the most extravagant restaurant in Las Vegas, The best French place in the state Joel Rubuchon. She’s gonna fall at my feet when she realises just how much of a catch I am!!!
The changing rooms here at the Orleans Arena are unlike anywhere I’ve ever been. Clean floors, no mess and showers that actually work. I’m in heaven as I lie on the massage bench and the on call expert finishes of my muscle rub. This wrestling malarkey takes its toll on your body and having this guy at the end of the phone is a god send. He’s a top class massage therapist and he goes by the name of Leo Cheng. He’s a small, American Chinese man and he’s damn good at his job.
Cheng: All done Mr Foster, every knot in that back of yours,all pushed out.
I get up and stretch out my back it feels so soothing after a massage and my back feels brand new.
Foster: Leo you’re a star. Same time next week?
Cheng: I’ve got you in my diary already. You’ve been my number one client since you moved here, God you brit’s love a good back rub.
Foster: We sure do, I look forward to every Thursday, just for you mate your my hero.
I give Leo a big high five as he leaves the room and I sit back on my comfy leather chair I bought. The only problem with this locker room was all the seats were hard and with all the time in spend here I need to relax, so I picked this brown leather chair to keep at the Orleans Arena. Not many people share this room, I haven’t met everyone yet. We all tend to be here at different times and most of the wrestlers here came from the NYCCW I keep hearing about and I feel quite lonely.
None of the guys seem to wanna talk to me and I can’t say I’ve had a full conversation with any of them. I don’t know if they have a problem with wrestlers from the U.K or what but sometimes it feels like they ignore me on purpose. British wrestlers do have a reputation for being arrogant and up themselves but I’m not like that, but they wouldn’t know because they haven’t made the time to talk to me. Maybe it’s just because I’m new and they waiting for me to bed in abit before they let me into their group fully.
(There’s a knock on the door and I quickly hide the chocolates and cuddly teddy bear that’s on the bench inside my locker)
Foster: Come in…..
(Around the door comes the pristenly made up head of Jay Wyatt.)
Wyatt: Toby my main man how’s it hanging? Great win Monday night, nice old school move reversing that cross body. Jason X wasn’t expecting that at all.
Foster: I know I learned how to shift the momentum of that move when I trained with the late great les Kellet, in a place called Bradford. I was fifteen so it’s a long time since I learned it but you never forget when the time comes.
(Jay gives a nod of the head and a smile in appreciation)
Wyatt: It looked great! So what have you been up to since Monday have people been asking for your autograph and stopping you in the street yet?
(I look down at the floor shaking my head)
Foster: Nope, not yet. It’s only a matter of time though if I keep winning. Two more matches and I could be the first North American champion. How impressive would that be for a youngster from England?
(Jay stands up from the bench and gestures a bow down at my feet)
Wyatt: This is what everyone will be doing if you win that belt because that’s one hell of an achievement so quick dude.
(He sits back in on the bench and puts his hand on my shoulder)
Wyatt: It’s gonna be tough though, I’ve seen your opponents for this week and if you get through that you’re going to run into a big German called Apostle Kried. It’s going to be a hard road kid and if you come out the other end holding the title….you’ll be unstoppable.
Foster: I’m pretty well prepared I think, I was up most of last night watching footage of Aiden Caine. He wrestled for some WWE development territories and turned down a shot at the main roster to come here. So he may be a great wrestler but he’s already nil from one in the mpw and he’s not so bright because who in their right mind turns down WWE. Don’t get me wrong MPW is the place to be right now but the WWE is another step up so I think maybe he knew he wasn’t good enough, we’ll soon find out though.
Wyatt: I have faith buddy, you’ve gotta be favourite going into this match and I think you’re going to come out on top. What about Electra though have you seen her in action?
Foster: Yeah I’ve seen some footage of the last company most people here wrestled for. She’s impressive, lots of great attributes and her boyfriend or husband or whatever he is Drake Hunter another wrestler who works here so he’ll be giving her pointers no doubt. I’ve gotta tread with caution because I wanna win but I don’t want to hurt a woman just for some victory I’m really not into woman beating. Hopefully I’ll let Caine take out Electra and look like a dick then I’ll pick him off one on one. That’s my plan anyway, then I move on to renew an old English vs German rivalry when I meet Apostle Kried in the squared circle and make up for all the times his country has beaten us on the football pitch. I’m really looking forward to locking horns with all three too be honest.
Wyatt: You sound like a man who’s confident in what he knows and that’s a man in control of his destiny.
Foster: I hope so…. Enough about wrestling take a look at this.
(I put my head in my hands before standing up and opening my locker, Wyatt stares at the cuddly toy and chocolates and he starts to blush)
Wyatt: Look….ummm…I know we’re both new and we’ve hit it off as mates but I’m…. Into….women.
Foster: Nooooo, their not for you. I’m totally into women. You’re my only friend here and I need your help. There’s this makeup artist that I’ve seen around. I don’t know her name but I’m totally smitten. You know everyone around here and I was just wondering if you’d help me with giving this to her.
(Jay stands up and gives me a man hug)
Wyatt: Of course I’ll help you. Is she the Spanish looking chick? Long dark hair, huge eyes and a cracking body?
(Jay puts his hands near his chest and simulates boobs)
Foster: Yep you know her alright, she’s amazing. She’s the woman of my dreams and I need to somehow get her to come on a date with me. I need her to see that we’re meant to be together. I bought her flowers Tuesday and today I went out and bought her these….
(Pointing at the gifts)
Foster: But I don’t even know her name, Do you?
Wyatt: Yeah I know her; I’ve spoken to her a few times. Her names Analise Vega. She’s a pretty hard nut what I can make out and she really doesn’t like wrestlers. ‘Meatheads in lycra’ is the expression she used when we talked for a brief few moments. You’re going to have to try harder than flowers, chocolates and a teddy trust me…..
(I sigh and slump back down into my comfy chair, but I sit up quickly and put my finger into the air)
Foster: I GOT IT….. I’m gonna break the mould and show her that not all wrestlers are meatheads and some of us are articulate, intelligent gentlemen. I’m gonna prove to her that she should be on my arm and I’m gonna treat her like a princess. First though, will you go over to her work station and give her these for me (pointing at the gifts) because I’m still a little shy and I really couldn’t take the rejection quite yet.
(Jay laughs out loud at his friend)
Wyatt: You’re real quite a shy guy aren’t you? The confidence you show out there in that ring is totally different in everyday life. How the hell do you do it?
Foster: Out there in that ring I’m just myself, I’m not afraid of anything. I can’t quite understand it myself but since my first ever match, I’ve never had a problem with performing but ask me to talk to a stranger in a club and I freeze and blurt out any old shit.
Wyatt: You’re a strange one Foster I’ll give you that but means I’m your friend I’ll help you. I’ll go over and give these to Analise and tell her you’re the man who gives his regards. Anything else I should say?
(I scratch my head for a second)
Foster: Nope just tell her my numbers on the card and if she’s interested she should gimme a text.
(I lean down and pick up the gifts and reach for a pen from my bag. I write the verse while saying it aloud.)
“Dear Analise,
It will take more than roses and chocolate to make you happy I know
More than ribbon and lace too
But if you take a chance and ring this number
Ill prove someday that a wrestler like me can be the one for you”
Wyatt: You’re smooth Foster, that’s straight outta the ‘textbook’ I’ll give you that.
Foster: It’s catchy isn’t it, hopefully she’ll ring the number at the bottom. Please don’t say anything to embarrass me will you?
Wyatt: I said earlier you can trust me. Now hand me those presents and I’ll take them too her now.
(I hand over the gifts to Jay and he heads straight off to find the woman of my dreams. I slump back down and relax)
Thirty minutes later.
Wyatt: Wake up man….
(I sit up rubbing my eyes)
Foster: Sorry mate I fell asleep, did you give her the presents?
Wyatt: I’m really Sorry man, she’s not interested…. She said she’d never date a wrestler, a Brit or someone so damn shy they couldn’t deliver the gifts in person!
(Toby puts his head into his hands and shakes it profusely and Jay burst out laughing)
Wyatt: Hahahaha….. I’m sorry man I couldn’t resist; I don’t know how I kept a straight face for so long.
(I get up and grab Wyatt in a playful tight headlock)
Foster: You bastard, I nearly cried then, you nearly made a tears drop from a grown man’s eyes. I’m gonna break your neck.
(I shake him around as he shouts for me too let go, so after a few second I let him go and his immaculate hair is messed up and he’s red in the face)
Foster: So you gave her the gifts then?
Wyatt: Nope, she wasn’t there so I left them at her work place. We just need to wait and see if she rings now.
Foster: I hope she does, I’m gonna take her to the most extravagant restaurant in Las Vegas, The best French place in the state Joel Rubuchon. She’s gonna fall at my feet when she realises just how much of a catch I am!!!