Post by biggriff on Jul 6, 2012 6:14:56 GMT -5
Thursday 5th July. Orleans Arena. Midday.
I absolutely hate having my photo taken, ever since I was a kid my mum would always have a camera and at any moment “smile Toby” she would say while pointing the thing in my face and she’d snap away ‘click,click,click.’ I always dreaded when any family member would come to visit and she’d get out the photo album and be like “oh here’s my little boy on the toilet, isn’t he cute.” I don’t know why she wouldn’t just wait till I was out of the room but no, the photo album was always pulled out when I was there and my colour would change to bright red. It was like she wanted to embarrass me on purpose but who knows, she probably did.
Then when I started growing up they invented stupid phones with cameras on, that just made every single moment a nightmare. All my friends constantly taking photos to upload on Facebook, MySpace and all the other social networking sites. Go out for a quiet couple of beers and end up with incrementing, embarrassing photos for the whole world to see.
It’s strange though because I’ve never been shy in front of the crowd and after shows I don’t get embarrassed when fans want to take photos of me. It’s like when I’m out there I’m a different person and nothing else matters except making each and every fan have the best time they can. I’d never turn a fan away who wanted an autograph or picture; they paid to see a show and that come’s part and parcel with it. I don’t understand when some wrestlers just ignore the fans after shows it really grips my shit!
Now the first thing I’m doing as a fully-fledged member of the mpw family is a photo shoot for this month’s magazine. Here’s me standing here getting told how to stand and where to look while some guy is taking pictures of me half naked at the same time I’m getting oiled up buy some old woman, they could have gave me a bikini model to rub on the oil at least that would have taken my mind off the camera man snapping away. On a better note though, this may get me some dates. It’s pretty lonely here on your own. There’s only so much drinking and gambling I can do on my own before I get bored. Hopefully once these American women get an eyeful of this they won’t be able to resist.
I had to leave my girlfriend behind in Bristol. Things weren’t great in the relationship so in a way coming to America gave me a way out without having to be the bad guy and tell her the real reason to finish her. She was a bit of a control freak. We ‘d been together about three years but she started off great. She knew I was a wrestler and she knew what that entailed. She knew that I’d be travelling most weekends around the UK, from town to town. Sometimes I’d do six shows in four days. I’d be away from a Thursday till a Monday working my arse off to make some good money but she always complained I wasn’t spending enough time at home with her. We both still lived with our parents but she only lived about a five minute walk away from me. I must admit we didn’t spend hardly any time together and the relationship was pretty pointless in the end so the MPW was a way to get out.
I will miss my family though, mum, dad and my brother Dave. I’ll try flying them out from time to time but it’s not the same as living together. I’ll have to learn how to cook, clean and how to use the iron. Nothing worse than a guy with a scruffy un-ironed shirt. I’ll never find a woman unless I can get the creases out of my shirts.
Photographer: Mr Foster that’s it, all done! You’re really photogenic and a natural in front of the camera. This will make for a great article in the first addition of the MPW magazine.
Foster: you wouldn’t understand if I told you I’m really not a natural and I was really shitting my pants.
Photographer: you’re a funny man Mr Foster. Great working with ya, hopefully we’ll get to do it again.
Foster: Yeah I hope I have to do this twice a week I love it that much. See you soon Mr Photographer man!
(Toby walks off looking for the shower room and taking in the new surroundings of the Orleans arena. The hallways are extremely bright and the light bounces of the clean white walls.)
This has to be the nicest place I’ve ever been, I wonder how many fans we’re gonna get on Monday night. However many it’s probably gonna be more than if you added up all the fans I’ve ever wrestled in front of. I bet it’s gonna be around the ten thousand mark, that’s without how many people will be watching on TV. This shit is crazy; this nervous feeling will soon disappear when I walk out and hear all the people in the seats screaming my name though.
(Toby walks down the hallway into the arena, he just stands on top of the entrance way looking out at the thousands of seats)
This is incredible, I’ve never been in a place with so many seats and come Monday there will be an arse on every seat cheering the three words that make my adrenaline pump more than anything. “THIS IS TEXTBOOK” when the fans in attendance start to shout those words it just sends Goosebumps over my skin and the hairs on my body stand to attention.
I can’t wait to put on my gear, for my music to hit and the bell to ring. I can’t believe what I read yesterday. First time I log into the MPW website and there’s and interview with my first opponent. Jason Xavier! Great first opponent for me because he is just the type of man I have no trouble in beating the shit out of. I hate guys like him. I know hate is a strong word but he’s a cocky, arrogant and a self-centred prick! Traits that no human should possess. He doesn’t even know who I am or what I can do yet he publicly slates me. He doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into, I’m the nicest man in the world until you cross me. Once you cross me your cards are marked and I will snap your jaw a break your nose. Jason X come Monday night things in your life will change, you’ll become a loser!! You’ll become the biggest and very first loser ever on Monday night’s main event. Nobody remembers that koko beware lost in the first match on raw in 1993 but they all remember it was yokozuna that won. That’s like you and me I’m gonna be remembered and you’ll be the afterthought.
Nobody will forget that I won the opening bout, but straight off the bat you’ll become the bottom of the food chain here in MPW while i….MR Textbook, the pride of Britain and soon to be the pride of millennium pro wrestling will move onwards and upwards towards being the man here. I didn’t fly five thousand miles and leave my friends and family behind to be a loser. Once my hand is raised in victory everyone will understand why people call me the most exciting man ever to step into the squared circle.
So Jason Xavier….Mr x….. Jason x your name doesn’t really matter because the fans will be cheering only one name and that’s mine name. Only thing that will matter for you is that someone has 911 ready for your ambulance after I send forearms through your face and damage the pea inside you call a brain. Nobody’s ready for what I’m gonna bring to the table here in the MPW and people should always FEAR THE UNKNOWN!!!!!
(Toby walks down the ramp and sits in the front row surveying what will be his new home on Monday nights)
I absolutely hate having my photo taken, ever since I was a kid my mum would always have a camera and at any moment “smile Toby” she would say while pointing the thing in my face and she’d snap away ‘click,click,click.’ I always dreaded when any family member would come to visit and she’d get out the photo album and be like “oh here’s my little boy on the toilet, isn’t he cute.” I don’t know why she wouldn’t just wait till I was out of the room but no, the photo album was always pulled out when I was there and my colour would change to bright red. It was like she wanted to embarrass me on purpose but who knows, she probably did.
Then when I started growing up they invented stupid phones with cameras on, that just made every single moment a nightmare. All my friends constantly taking photos to upload on Facebook, MySpace and all the other social networking sites. Go out for a quiet couple of beers and end up with incrementing, embarrassing photos for the whole world to see.
It’s strange though because I’ve never been shy in front of the crowd and after shows I don’t get embarrassed when fans want to take photos of me. It’s like when I’m out there I’m a different person and nothing else matters except making each and every fan have the best time they can. I’d never turn a fan away who wanted an autograph or picture; they paid to see a show and that come’s part and parcel with it. I don’t understand when some wrestlers just ignore the fans after shows it really grips my shit!
Now the first thing I’m doing as a fully-fledged member of the mpw family is a photo shoot for this month’s magazine. Here’s me standing here getting told how to stand and where to look while some guy is taking pictures of me half naked at the same time I’m getting oiled up buy some old woman, they could have gave me a bikini model to rub on the oil at least that would have taken my mind off the camera man snapping away. On a better note though, this may get me some dates. It’s pretty lonely here on your own. There’s only so much drinking and gambling I can do on my own before I get bored. Hopefully once these American women get an eyeful of this they won’t be able to resist.
I had to leave my girlfriend behind in Bristol. Things weren’t great in the relationship so in a way coming to America gave me a way out without having to be the bad guy and tell her the real reason to finish her. She was a bit of a control freak. We ‘d been together about three years but she started off great. She knew I was a wrestler and she knew what that entailed. She knew that I’d be travelling most weekends around the UK, from town to town. Sometimes I’d do six shows in four days. I’d be away from a Thursday till a Monday working my arse off to make some good money but she always complained I wasn’t spending enough time at home with her. We both still lived with our parents but she only lived about a five minute walk away from me. I must admit we didn’t spend hardly any time together and the relationship was pretty pointless in the end so the MPW was a way to get out.
I will miss my family though, mum, dad and my brother Dave. I’ll try flying them out from time to time but it’s not the same as living together. I’ll have to learn how to cook, clean and how to use the iron. Nothing worse than a guy with a scruffy un-ironed shirt. I’ll never find a woman unless I can get the creases out of my shirts.
Photographer: Mr Foster that’s it, all done! You’re really photogenic and a natural in front of the camera. This will make for a great article in the first addition of the MPW magazine.
Foster: you wouldn’t understand if I told you I’m really not a natural and I was really shitting my pants.
Photographer: you’re a funny man Mr Foster. Great working with ya, hopefully we’ll get to do it again.
Foster: Yeah I hope I have to do this twice a week I love it that much. See you soon Mr Photographer man!
(Toby walks off looking for the shower room and taking in the new surroundings of the Orleans arena. The hallways are extremely bright and the light bounces of the clean white walls.)
This has to be the nicest place I’ve ever been, I wonder how many fans we’re gonna get on Monday night. However many it’s probably gonna be more than if you added up all the fans I’ve ever wrestled in front of. I bet it’s gonna be around the ten thousand mark, that’s without how many people will be watching on TV. This shit is crazy; this nervous feeling will soon disappear when I walk out and hear all the people in the seats screaming my name though.
(Toby walks down the hallway into the arena, he just stands on top of the entrance way looking out at the thousands of seats)
This is incredible, I’ve never been in a place with so many seats and come Monday there will be an arse on every seat cheering the three words that make my adrenaline pump more than anything. “THIS IS TEXTBOOK” when the fans in attendance start to shout those words it just sends Goosebumps over my skin and the hairs on my body stand to attention.
I can’t wait to put on my gear, for my music to hit and the bell to ring. I can’t believe what I read yesterday. First time I log into the MPW website and there’s and interview with my first opponent. Jason Xavier! Great first opponent for me because he is just the type of man I have no trouble in beating the shit out of. I hate guys like him. I know hate is a strong word but he’s a cocky, arrogant and a self-centred prick! Traits that no human should possess. He doesn’t even know who I am or what I can do yet he publicly slates me. He doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into, I’m the nicest man in the world until you cross me. Once you cross me your cards are marked and I will snap your jaw a break your nose. Jason X come Monday night things in your life will change, you’ll become a loser!! You’ll become the biggest and very first loser ever on Monday night’s main event. Nobody remembers that koko beware lost in the first match on raw in 1993 but they all remember it was yokozuna that won. That’s like you and me I’m gonna be remembered and you’ll be the afterthought.
Nobody will forget that I won the opening bout, but straight off the bat you’ll become the bottom of the food chain here in MPW while i….MR Textbook, the pride of Britain and soon to be the pride of millennium pro wrestling will move onwards and upwards towards being the man here. I didn’t fly five thousand miles and leave my friends and family behind to be a loser. Once my hand is raised in victory everyone will understand why people call me the most exciting man ever to step into the squared circle.
So Jason Xavier….Mr x….. Jason x your name doesn’t really matter because the fans will be cheering only one name and that’s mine name. Only thing that will matter for you is that someone has 911 ready for your ambulance after I send forearms through your face and damage the pea inside you call a brain. Nobody’s ready for what I’m gonna bring to the table here in the MPW and people should always FEAR THE UNKNOWN!!!!!
(Toby walks down the ramp and sits in the front row surveying what will be his new home on Monday nights)