Post by biggriff on Jul 5, 2012 6:58:40 GMT -5
Date: June 16th 2011. One month prior to the first Monday night main event.
It’s a wet and windy Saturday night in Manchester, the weather is typical for British summer time and the noise of the rain can be heard against the roof of the working men’s club. The place is packed out, all seventy seats are taken and the crowd are very quiet. It’s your average UK Indy show, mostly parents with their children but for the exception of a group of late teens sat as close to ringside as possible and one inconspicuous man in a suit sat at the back.
The ring announcer climbs into the ring, he’s just an old bald guy with a suit on and nobody seems to care about what he’s saying. Other than his high pitched squeaky voice all you can hear is the sound of crickets and tumble weed rolling past.
Ring announcer: ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls welcome to a fun, action packed night of professional wrestling. Tonight you will witness men waging war in this very ring. So let’s get things rolling.
No-wonder people are quiet his announcing skills are about as good as sandals in the snow.
Some generic heavy metal starts playing and out walks an over-weight, long haired man wearing a black t-shirt and some scruffy cut off jean shorts. The crowd seem disinterested but the group of teenagers find some insults to throw out at him, while the children mostly stare and laugh. I don’t think laughing was the reaction this guy wanted and he seems very nervous, he doesn’t look like he knows how to react to the crowd. Either this guy is very green or he doesn’t care too much about how the crowd perceive him.
Ring announcer: making his way to the ring, standing six feet tall and weighing in at twenty two stones…. Big Dogg!!!!!!
The crowd muster up enough to finally start booing, the sweaty fat slob climbs into the ring and starts to shout at the crowd and the boo’s get slightly louder. The group of lads in the front row even start a loud chant “you ate all the pies…you ate all the pies” which make everybody laugh louder at the overweight man that doesn’t even slightly resemble a pro wrestler.
Suddenly Chelsea dagger by the fratellis hits and the teenagers start going wild. They hold up signs with ‘Textbook’ on them and start chanting the name ‘FOSTER…FOSTER…FOSTER’ the man in the suit stands up, smiles and studies the wrester who is about to approach the ring.
Out walks a large muscular man wearing a long sleeveless union jack robe, short black hair and dark tanned skin. He slaps the hands of all the awaiting children and they are all ecstatic to see him. The wrestler get to the ring, jumps onto the apron and wipes his feet (a trait of many a great British wrestler who respects the industry) before stooping between the top and second rope into the ring. Big Dogg jumps out of the ring to the floor and the ring announcer starts to speak but the seventy strong crowd are still too loud.
Ring announcer: ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Now for a special treat. This man is making his comeback from a long injury layoff tonight. After being out for almost eighteen months Standing before you at six foot two inches…. Weighing a slender two hundred and fifteen pounds…. here is the pride of Britain ‘mrrrr Textbook’ Toby Fosterrrr!!!!!!
Foster takes off his robe unveiling his sleek chiselled abdomen and his union jack tights. The crowd are on their feet and foster asks for a microphone as the big dogg paces impatiently on the outside.
Foster: I just wanna thank everyone for being here tonight. It’s been a long layoff for me but I’ve spent every minute waiting for this day when I could be back doing what I love in front of the people who matter. My knees are one hundred per cent now and it’s only a matter of time until I regain my position as the main event. You see how I look at it, the wrestling industry is like a big open field…. And in that field are apple trees. Those trees represent each wrestling company within the industry, whether it be the wwe, or some little promotions at small working men’s clubs around the country just like this one. Now growing on those trees are apples, each apple on every tree is like each and every wrestler in those companies. obviously there are lots are good apples on those trees just as there a some good wrestlers on every show but there aren’t many great apples or great wrestlers but there are a few… now there is only ever one prized apple in this field and that prized apple is big, juicy and very delicious, and that’s me. Im the prized wrestler on the British Isles and without doubt one day in the world and I’m back, but for now I’m back here, back here to reclaim my title as the number one guy in this great country.
Before foster could finish big dogg jumps into the ring and smacks Toby over the head with a steel chair. The referee doesn’t quite know what to do because the match hasn’t started yet. Dogg begins to put the boots into foster who is wriggling with pain. The beat down continues but foster starts to make his way back to his feet. He gets to one knee but big dogg pounds him with a club to the back sending toby face first to the mat. Foster fights up again but this time though reaching his vertical base. Foster hits back with rights and lefts to force the bigger man back into the corner. The ref calls for the bell and this match will still go on.
Toby sends lefts and rights into the fat gut of big dogg but they don’t have any effect and big dogg pushes foster away with one hand but foster jumps back up and hits a beautiful vertical dropkick to the jaw of big dogg and he slumps back into the corner where he came from. Foster gives him one forearm to the chin followed quickly by another and another. Three devastating forearms to big dogs double chins and the overweight slob stumbles out and falls flat on his face. Toby starts to stomp on the back of dogs head but the bigger man doesn’t stay down for long. He slowly climbs up using the ropes to help as foster kicks him in the guts but again the fat protects him and he manages to push the smaller man down to the mat.
Foster jumps up quickly and gees up the crowd and they start to chant his name. Foster runs at big dogg and hits a vicious clothesline but it only rocks the big man. Next he tries a flying forearm but that only rocks him again. Foster comes flying off the ropes toward big dogg with a devastating leg lariat that catches dogg across the face and sends the big man crashing to the mat.
Foster quickly climbs to the top rope and signals for his frog splash and Mr Textbook takes flight and lands hard across the chest of the big dogg. He goes for the pin and the ref counts 1…2.. Kick out. Foster gets up and can’t believe he didn’t win but composes himself as he waits for the slob to reach his feet. He goes behind and clasps in a waist lock. He hoists the heavier man overhead with a picture perfect German suplex and the crowd gasp with excitement. Foster keeps the waist lock and delivers two more Germans. Another pin 1….2…. kick out!!! No way this guy has some resilience. Big dog now looks on another planet his eyes are glazed over but he makes his way to his feet slowly and foster lets him regain his vertical stance.
As soon as big dogg gets to his feet Mr textbook runs of the ropes with speed and jumps towards big dogg and nails him with the slingblade. The crowd erupts and they seem to know what was coming next. Foster waits in the corner and signals to big dogg to get up. He starts to clap and the crowd all clap in time with him. The big man finally gets up and foster hits him with a jump spinning super kick which knocks the slob out. He calls that the upstart, a devastating kick which big dogg won’t get up from. Textbook covers 1….2….3
The crowd goes wild and the ref raises the hand of the best in Britain, Mr Textbook himself… Toby Foster. Mr Textbook applauds the crowd as his music plays and the crowd cheer his name. he leaves the ring to signs some autographs and pose for some pictures with the fans before heading off backstage.
Two hours later, Toby is leaving the venue and heading to his 1999 black Vauxhall corsa with his bag over his shoulder and a smile on his face. He gets to his car but he hears someone calling his name so he turns around and the man in a suit from the show is standing there.
Suit: Mr Foster, glad I caught you. I’ve been waiting here for what seems like an eternity. I was expecting a better car?
Foster: gets me from a to b that’s all I need. Is there anything I can help you with, did you want an autograph?
Suit: Yes, yes I do. It’s exactly what I want but it’s not just any old autography I’m after. I want you to autograph a contract.
Foster: Huh, Contract? What in the hell you talking about mate?
Suit: Mr Foster, I’m James Owens. I’m the head talent scout for a new American promotion from Las Vegas Nevada, Millennium Pro Wrestling. It’s going to be the next big thing to hit the American market and we want you to be a part of it. You see Mr Foster, Eighteen Months Ago I was working for a company from Florida called the WWC. I heard about this self-made kid from England that could do it all, British grappling, American style, Mexican high flying and Japanese strong style just too name a few and he blended it altogether in a cocktail made for success. That kid was you Toby, I came over here eighteen months ago with the same incentive… to try and get you to come back to American with me and show the world this young man with an extra-ordinary talent. You have it all Mr Foster, but I don’t think you know just how good you can be.
Toby stands there just staring at James not understanding if this is some sick joke but he doesn’t say a word.
Owens: Eighteen months ago I sat in a crowd much like tonight, around fifty to sixty people. All of which were there to see you. That night you did that crazy dive off the top to the outside and blew out your knees. You did a death deifying dive for sixty people, how much money did you make that night? I bet you haven’t made any money in the months since you been laid up in hospital either. Matter of fact how much money did you make tonight?
Foster: I made eighty pounds plus expenses, petrol and hotel so about hundred and twenty pound. I don’t just do this for the money though I do it because I make people happy. I’m an entertainer, I want to give the audience something to get excited about and I want to make wrestling in the UK what it was in the eighty’s.
Owens: I totally understand but, if I told you there’s an apartment in Vegas, a brand new convertible Mazda and a contract to start of around five thousand dollars a week plus full paid injury leave should you ever try that crazy spinning dive you did again and get hurt….what would you say?
Foster: you guys are willing to give me all that after one match back?
Owens: I saw you before the injury, I told the board of directors about you and as soon as I heard you were coming here tonight they gave me the go ahead to come out and see your return match tonight. I saw enough tonight to know that you’ve been training hard, you’re in better shape physically than you were before the injury so I phoned back and told them the news and that’s when they gave the O.K for the contract to be written up by the time we get back. So if you’re ready to live your dreams kid the flight leaves Tuesday back to Las Vegas.
Foster: This all sounds too good to be true and I’m pretty much lost for words. This has been my dreams to get a chance at the U.S wrestling scene. I know that I’m good enough to take this on but let me get this straight, five thousand a week, Las Vegas apartment, full insurance and a Mazda!! I really need to think this over for a while.
Owens: You got until my plane leaves Tuesday to give me the answer. It shouldn’t be hard if you want this.
They shake hands and James Owens walks off.
Foster: WAIT JAMES, I’VE MADE MY DESCISION…..ITS A YES! ON ONE CONDITION, SWAP MY MAZDA FOR A CHEVROLET CAMARO AND WE GOT A DEAL… MAZDAS ARE FOR GIRLS HAHAHAHA
It’s a wet and windy Saturday night in Manchester, the weather is typical for British summer time and the noise of the rain can be heard against the roof of the working men’s club. The place is packed out, all seventy seats are taken and the crowd are very quiet. It’s your average UK Indy show, mostly parents with their children but for the exception of a group of late teens sat as close to ringside as possible and one inconspicuous man in a suit sat at the back.
The ring announcer climbs into the ring, he’s just an old bald guy with a suit on and nobody seems to care about what he’s saying. Other than his high pitched squeaky voice all you can hear is the sound of crickets and tumble weed rolling past.
Ring announcer: ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls welcome to a fun, action packed night of professional wrestling. Tonight you will witness men waging war in this very ring. So let’s get things rolling.
No-wonder people are quiet his announcing skills are about as good as sandals in the snow.
Some generic heavy metal starts playing and out walks an over-weight, long haired man wearing a black t-shirt and some scruffy cut off jean shorts. The crowd seem disinterested but the group of teenagers find some insults to throw out at him, while the children mostly stare and laugh. I don’t think laughing was the reaction this guy wanted and he seems very nervous, he doesn’t look like he knows how to react to the crowd. Either this guy is very green or he doesn’t care too much about how the crowd perceive him.
Ring announcer: making his way to the ring, standing six feet tall and weighing in at twenty two stones…. Big Dogg!!!!!!
The crowd muster up enough to finally start booing, the sweaty fat slob climbs into the ring and starts to shout at the crowd and the boo’s get slightly louder. The group of lads in the front row even start a loud chant “you ate all the pies…you ate all the pies” which make everybody laugh louder at the overweight man that doesn’t even slightly resemble a pro wrestler.
Suddenly Chelsea dagger by the fratellis hits and the teenagers start going wild. They hold up signs with ‘Textbook’ on them and start chanting the name ‘FOSTER…FOSTER…FOSTER’ the man in the suit stands up, smiles and studies the wrester who is about to approach the ring.
Out walks a large muscular man wearing a long sleeveless union jack robe, short black hair and dark tanned skin. He slaps the hands of all the awaiting children and they are all ecstatic to see him. The wrestler get to the ring, jumps onto the apron and wipes his feet (a trait of many a great British wrestler who respects the industry) before stooping between the top and second rope into the ring. Big Dogg jumps out of the ring to the floor and the ring announcer starts to speak but the seventy strong crowd are still too loud.
Ring announcer: ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Now for a special treat. This man is making his comeback from a long injury layoff tonight. After being out for almost eighteen months Standing before you at six foot two inches…. Weighing a slender two hundred and fifteen pounds…. here is the pride of Britain ‘mrrrr Textbook’ Toby Fosterrrr!!!!!!
Foster takes off his robe unveiling his sleek chiselled abdomen and his union jack tights. The crowd are on their feet and foster asks for a microphone as the big dogg paces impatiently on the outside.
Foster: I just wanna thank everyone for being here tonight. It’s been a long layoff for me but I’ve spent every minute waiting for this day when I could be back doing what I love in front of the people who matter. My knees are one hundred per cent now and it’s only a matter of time until I regain my position as the main event. You see how I look at it, the wrestling industry is like a big open field…. And in that field are apple trees. Those trees represent each wrestling company within the industry, whether it be the wwe, or some little promotions at small working men’s clubs around the country just like this one. Now growing on those trees are apples, each apple on every tree is like each and every wrestler in those companies. obviously there are lots are good apples on those trees just as there a some good wrestlers on every show but there aren’t many great apples or great wrestlers but there are a few… now there is only ever one prized apple in this field and that prized apple is big, juicy and very delicious, and that’s me. Im the prized wrestler on the British Isles and without doubt one day in the world and I’m back, but for now I’m back here, back here to reclaim my title as the number one guy in this great country.
Before foster could finish big dogg jumps into the ring and smacks Toby over the head with a steel chair. The referee doesn’t quite know what to do because the match hasn’t started yet. Dogg begins to put the boots into foster who is wriggling with pain. The beat down continues but foster starts to make his way back to his feet. He gets to one knee but big dogg pounds him with a club to the back sending toby face first to the mat. Foster fights up again but this time though reaching his vertical base. Foster hits back with rights and lefts to force the bigger man back into the corner. The ref calls for the bell and this match will still go on.
Toby sends lefts and rights into the fat gut of big dogg but they don’t have any effect and big dogg pushes foster away with one hand but foster jumps back up and hits a beautiful vertical dropkick to the jaw of big dogg and he slumps back into the corner where he came from. Foster gives him one forearm to the chin followed quickly by another and another. Three devastating forearms to big dogs double chins and the overweight slob stumbles out and falls flat on his face. Toby starts to stomp on the back of dogs head but the bigger man doesn’t stay down for long. He slowly climbs up using the ropes to help as foster kicks him in the guts but again the fat protects him and he manages to push the smaller man down to the mat.
Foster jumps up quickly and gees up the crowd and they start to chant his name. Foster runs at big dogg and hits a vicious clothesline but it only rocks the big man. Next he tries a flying forearm but that only rocks him again. Foster comes flying off the ropes toward big dogg with a devastating leg lariat that catches dogg across the face and sends the big man crashing to the mat.
Foster quickly climbs to the top rope and signals for his frog splash and Mr Textbook takes flight and lands hard across the chest of the big dogg. He goes for the pin and the ref counts 1…2.. Kick out. Foster gets up and can’t believe he didn’t win but composes himself as he waits for the slob to reach his feet. He goes behind and clasps in a waist lock. He hoists the heavier man overhead with a picture perfect German suplex and the crowd gasp with excitement. Foster keeps the waist lock and delivers two more Germans. Another pin 1….2…. kick out!!! No way this guy has some resilience. Big dog now looks on another planet his eyes are glazed over but he makes his way to his feet slowly and foster lets him regain his vertical stance.
As soon as big dogg gets to his feet Mr textbook runs of the ropes with speed and jumps towards big dogg and nails him with the slingblade. The crowd erupts and they seem to know what was coming next. Foster waits in the corner and signals to big dogg to get up. He starts to clap and the crowd all clap in time with him. The big man finally gets up and foster hits him with a jump spinning super kick which knocks the slob out. He calls that the upstart, a devastating kick which big dogg won’t get up from. Textbook covers 1….2….3
The crowd goes wild and the ref raises the hand of the best in Britain, Mr Textbook himself… Toby Foster. Mr Textbook applauds the crowd as his music plays and the crowd cheer his name. he leaves the ring to signs some autographs and pose for some pictures with the fans before heading off backstage.
Two hours later, Toby is leaving the venue and heading to his 1999 black Vauxhall corsa with his bag over his shoulder and a smile on his face. He gets to his car but he hears someone calling his name so he turns around and the man in a suit from the show is standing there.
Suit: Mr Foster, glad I caught you. I’ve been waiting here for what seems like an eternity. I was expecting a better car?
Foster: gets me from a to b that’s all I need. Is there anything I can help you with, did you want an autograph?
Suit: Yes, yes I do. It’s exactly what I want but it’s not just any old autography I’m after. I want you to autograph a contract.
Foster: Huh, Contract? What in the hell you talking about mate?
Suit: Mr Foster, I’m James Owens. I’m the head talent scout for a new American promotion from Las Vegas Nevada, Millennium Pro Wrestling. It’s going to be the next big thing to hit the American market and we want you to be a part of it. You see Mr Foster, Eighteen Months Ago I was working for a company from Florida called the WWC. I heard about this self-made kid from England that could do it all, British grappling, American style, Mexican high flying and Japanese strong style just too name a few and he blended it altogether in a cocktail made for success. That kid was you Toby, I came over here eighteen months ago with the same incentive… to try and get you to come back to American with me and show the world this young man with an extra-ordinary talent. You have it all Mr Foster, but I don’t think you know just how good you can be.
Toby stands there just staring at James not understanding if this is some sick joke but he doesn’t say a word.
Owens: Eighteen months ago I sat in a crowd much like tonight, around fifty to sixty people. All of which were there to see you. That night you did that crazy dive off the top to the outside and blew out your knees. You did a death deifying dive for sixty people, how much money did you make that night? I bet you haven’t made any money in the months since you been laid up in hospital either. Matter of fact how much money did you make tonight?
Foster: I made eighty pounds plus expenses, petrol and hotel so about hundred and twenty pound. I don’t just do this for the money though I do it because I make people happy. I’m an entertainer, I want to give the audience something to get excited about and I want to make wrestling in the UK what it was in the eighty’s.
Owens: I totally understand but, if I told you there’s an apartment in Vegas, a brand new convertible Mazda and a contract to start of around five thousand dollars a week plus full paid injury leave should you ever try that crazy spinning dive you did again and get hurt….what would you say?
Foster: you guys are willing to give me all that after one match back?
Owens: I saw you before the injury, I told the board of directors about you and as soon as I heard you were coming here tonight they gave me the go ahead to come out and see your return match tonight. I saw enough tonight to know that you’ve been training hard, you’re in better shape physically than you were before the injury so I phoned back and told them the news and that’s when they gave the O.K for the contract to be written up by the time we get back. So if you’re ready to live your dreams kid the flight leaves Tuesday back to Las Vegas.
Foster: This all sounds too good to be true and I’m pretty much lost for words. This has been my dreams to get a chance at the U.S wrestling scene. I know that I’m good enough to take this on but let me get this straight, five thousand a week, Las Vegas apartment, full insurance and a Mazda!! I really need to think this over for a while.
Owens: You got until my plane leaves Tuesday to give me the answer. It shouldn’t be hard if you want this.
They shake hands and James Owens walks off.
Foster: WAIT JAMES, I’VE MADE MY DESCISION…..ITS A YES! ON ONE CONDITION, SWAP MY MAZDA FOR A CHEVROLET CAMARO AND WE GOT A DEAL… MAZDAS ARE FOR GIRLS HAHAHAHA