Crossroads (Trying to test the waters)
Dec 12, 2016 15:54:54 GMT -6
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Post by Kevin Bishop on Dec 12, 2016 15:54:54 GMT -6
I close my eyes and I’m taken back… Taken back to a time where everything began. This downward spiral that I thought was going to be my journey to a better life… A life where I could be proud of and a life that I could really be seen in a different light… I was just a punk kid growing up, do anything I could to get attention from those around me… The “professionals” I talked to claimed it was just me acting out because I was the middle child… My younger sister was babied beyond belief and my older brother could do no wrong… So that leaves ME, the “troubled teen with attitude”… But that day was going to be what changed it all… That day was supposed to be what made me a somebody… A true stand out… But I sit in silence thinking back about it all and realizing that it was going to be as simple as saying YES to get that spot light… MY spot light…
FADE IN
“I can’t stand your face!”
I slam the front door of my apartment, leaving my younger sister to her Netflix and chill moment with her new boy friend… I speed walk down the stairs and out to the front of the building, where my 2010 red Honda Accord sat already pre started, thanks to my remote car starter, the one good gift my sister has ever bought me… But that’s neither here or there… I quickly hustle to my car, because on this day of days, I had a plan… I had a plan that was going to finally be my saving grace… I couldn’t help but watch O’ Brother Where Art Thou and after figuring out that the black boy in that movie sold his soul to the devil to gain his amazing guitar skills… Well, I figured why the hell not me? The only thing in my life that I cared about more than anything was WRESTLING and I wanted to wrestle since I could walk… My grandpa would watch it with me and take me to local shows at the VFW building every month… Larger than life characters who put on gladiator-esque matches that ended in over dramatic fashion…
HOW COULD I NOT LOVE THAT?! Growing up was a bit tough with the ass holes at school who scoffed at my love for wrestling and they would obviously point out that I loved men in tights… It wasn’t the tights though, it was the art form! It was the passion that was shown in the ring! It was the story telling that made me hold on to every moment! The true fan is long gone in this day and age… The STILL REAL TO ME DAMNIT! Fan base has begun to fade away… Because now it is about KAYFABE and the “reality” era… The shows are now hijacked by ass hole fans who think they’re more important than what is going on in the ring… Instant gratification… That’s what is wrong with the world today… All entertainers have to jump through hoops of fire in real life and on the internet… Because it is all about your BRAND now… Make the fans happy and they want it NOW, not 5 months from now… There’s no such thing as a slow build…
I look to change that… I look to become a wrestler that entertains just by stepping into the ring… I want to carry myself like a champion… I want people’s heads to turn my direction because of my seamless mat skills and my over the top personality! I want to style and profile! I want to BE THE KING OF THE WORLD! Less Leo and more Chris Jericho…
I speed down the highway and I find myself turning down an exit that I’ve never been down before. The road quickly winds around a bend and into some sketchy looking woods. Up ahead I see the rock road appear between two giant oaks, I slow down to a near stop before I turn down the makeshift road. I follow the road straight back until I start to see yellow flowers lining the sides of the pathway coming to a point at a cross road. I stop dead in my tracks and I quickly throw my driver’s side door open, making my way to my trunk. I press the key pad on my keys and my trunk pops up. I scrounge around until I find a shoe box and I turn back toward the cross road…
This is it… I thought… Time to call forth a cross road demon and to make a deal of a lifetime… Who needs a soul any ways? It’s not like my cursed self would be going anywhere near a place like Heaven, so here I am on this dark night of nights ready to hand over whatever I have to, to make my dreams a reality…
“Here goes nothing…”
I make a bee line for the center of the crossroad and I start shoveling away with a hand trowel. A hole big enough for my shoe box materializes before my very eyes through the quickness of my two bare hands. I take a second to open my box and I notice a picture of myself (the one with my sister and me in rival collegiate attire, me in my Michigan gear- GO BLUE - and my sister in her OSU gear. As well as a silk bag… I pull the draw string and pour the contents into the box, which is made up of silver coins. I shut the lid of the box and drop it into the hole, shoving dirt on top of it in the process. I back away and I stand waiting for something… Anything to happen…
A few minutes go by and I pull out my phone to check the time…
“Not a damn thing? It worked in Supernatural…”
I turn to head toward my car and a woman’s voice pierces the quiet night air.
“Supernatural is just a scripted TV show deary…”
I’m instantly spun around and standing in the middle of the cross road is a beautiful raven haired woman with an inverted bob hair cut and dark red eyes that stare right through me. She stands with one hand on her hip that makes me stare her up and down. From her black high heels I follow her olive colored legs up to her a short cut black skirt and a black halter-top… Her belly button ring reaches out to me and I begin to follow whatever words that are coming out of her mouth.
“What’s wrong, cat got you tongue?”
Her mouth… Damn those red lips… I’m simply captivated… I throw out what ever words I can muster…
“I… I’m just shocked… Is all…”
The crossroads demon purses her seductive lips and I turn to stone instantly in place.
“You must be excited to see me, Remi…”
The crossroads demon points down and I have an even more surprise on my face.
“Oh no, not at all, so are we going to make this deal or not?”
“Slow down sugar, there’s plenty of time to make deals… Why don’t you tell me what brings you out here in the middle of no where to call up a demon like myself? You must be pretty desperate, I’d gather…”
From everything I’ve seen in Supernatural, I can tell this chick is just like what was portrayed on there… So conniving and shifty… I had to play this very carefully…
“Just what every guy wants, fame and fortune, duh.”
The demon isn’t impressed with my approach.
“So vague… Why don’t you elaberate a bit… For one, I’m very taken that you weren’t surprised I knew your name… Most people would’ve had a heart attack right there, but not you… Not Jonah St. Remington… Oh no, you’re too cool for all that, aren’t you?”
Damn, this chick knows way too much about me…
“Okay, so you know me, but I don’t know much about you… Before I seal this deal with a kiss, tell me I get to know your name?”
That twisted smile of hers seeps with venom as she approaches me, inching her way closer and closer with every step.
“Well sugar… I wouldn’t be the best cross roads demon if I didn’t have a name with a reputation… You’re going to cause a girl to blush…”
Ha, this chick blush, give me a break…
“I bet you’re just the most innocent girl in the underworld… So what’s your name, Lilith or something?”
The smile turns into a snarl.
“I’ve never been so insulted you little prick!”
She instantly calms in a crazy bi-polar fashion and she cocks her head to the side letting her hair flip a bit as her smile returns.
“The name is actually Jesse, nice to meet you.”
Seriously? She has a valley girl name, what’s next her best friend’s name is Buffy?
“Wouldn’t say it’s nice to meet you, but I guess that all depends on how this deal works out…”
CAN WE CUT TO THE CHASE ALREADY?!
“You really know how to leave a girl in suspense… What brings you here Remi? Why do you need this deal?”
The second foot drops… There it is…
“Wrestling…”
Her eyes light up in a bit of laughter mixed with a bit of disbelief.
“Wrasslin, huh? You want to be a famous wrestler? You want that golden title that comes with prestige in a sport that isn’t even real?”
I hold myself back because I want to blow up on the subject… But I subside…
“Yes… I’m here to sell my soul for fame and fortune in the squared circle… I want to be a professional wrestler and I want the world title… Can you make that happen for me?”
Jesse bites her right index finger and she subtly points to me with it.
“You know… I can definitely do this for you… A professional wrestler with gold ambitions… 6 Months to become champion… Yeah, you got it sugar.”
Six months??? Six MONTHS??? REALLY?!
“What happened to 10 YEARS?!”
Jesse starts laughing out loud over and over.
“Come on sweet heart! You come to me with some pipe dream to become a world champion in a business that isn’t even a real thing?! Yeah, I’m giving you 6 months! Deal or no DEAL?! Your choice.”
She’s straight killing me right now… Wrestling IS REAL DAMNIT!
“That’s a tough decision Jesse… I mean, 6 months isn’t a lot of time to become a champion…”
Jesse crosses her arms and taps her left foot.
“Fine, I’ll give you a year and 6 months… Fair?”
Okay… A whole year and 6 months… I can work with this, right?
“Yes, I can go with that…”
I’m hesitant and Jesse picks up on it like a shark with blood in the water.
“If you’re not into it, I can just walk away now! You’re being such a tease, Remi!”
As Jesse turns to walk away I grab her by the left arm and I spin her around.
“Oh no you don’t, I didn’t come all this way to let you change your mind! I want my deal damn it!”
Jesse smiles wide again, making me feel even more uneasy…
“You want your deal, huh? Why didn’t you just say so?!”
Jesse throws her arms around me and she jams her snake like tongue down my throat. She had to of tasted what I had for lunch, but as she pulls away I feel a sudden rush run through my body. Jesse falls back in a very playful fashion and her smile twists in a very demonic fashion.
“Thanks kid, see you in a year and 6 months!”
And like that she was gone… I was left standing, my mouth fallen ajar and a seductresses saliva hanging from my lip. The first thought that came to mind… Should I get checked? How many deals has she made before, me? And how the hell does this deal work?
At that moment I was left with too many questions and zero answers, so I did what any person would do in that moment… I got back into my car and I started to creep away, back up the road to the highway… I speed like a bat out of a hell and a man who had nothing to lose… Not sure how the deal worked, for some reason I still felt a bit invincible… A man without fear is a dangerous man I thought…
Time goes by and before I knew it I was back to my apartment, I kick the door open in a very over dramatic fashion, because why the hell not? As I step into the living room I see my sister making out with her boy friend I simply put to him with the strongest index finger I have ever pointed. He raises both hands and he slowly stands up.
“YOU!!!”
In my mind I can hear a crowd pop and I start to shake my index finger at him.
“I TELL YOU WHAT, BROTHER!!! IF YOU DON’T GET OUT NOW, YOU’RE GOING TO SEE ME RUN WILD ON YOU!!!”
I flex and my sister’s boy friend doesn’t even hesitate as he dives through the front door, leaving my sister chilling on the couch chomping down on a Hostess Ding Dong… You know really playing up the fact that she was about to be cream filled from a different kind of ding dong…
“What the hell, Beck?”
Becky just shrugs.
“Don’t worry, just keep stuffing your face with that Ding Dong… We all know how much you enjoy cream filling!”
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH
That crowd bursts out in a BURN in unison chant and I start to roast her.
“You bottom feeding, no good, trailer park toothless trash dump diving hoe bag! You have been mooching off any one who has talked to you and your worth in this world is based off how many hand jobs you hand out at the local homeless shelter! SLOOT I’M GIVING YOU THE BOOT!!!”
Big Becky calmly places the Ding Dong down onto the coffee table in front of her, she wipes her jowls with the back of her arm and I see the fire in her eyes kick up. She leaps off the couch in what had to of been a land speed record and she’s now standing nose to nose with me.
“Listen here little BOY! I can do whatever I want with these HANDS OF MINE! And this is just as much my home as it is yours, because the last time I checked my name was on the lease as WELL! So go FUCK YOUSELF JONAH!”
Duh Fuck, this bitch right here? Really? REALLY?! I simply laugh her off and her eyes light up even more.
“JONAH ST. REMINGTON!!! I’M GOING TO TELL MOM ON YOU!!!”
There it was! HA, so easy to go to mom you little baby back bitch! So easy to turn tail and beg for the parental figure to fix your problems, while some of us go and sell our souls for opportunities that we truly want… If she sold her soul, she’d probably do it for one night at a sausage house, be it legit or not, she’s not picky when it comes to putting meat in her mouth…
“Go ahead… BECAUSE IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU DO!!!”
I turn and I leave her standing with her fist clinched and her face turning all kinds of shades of red.
“I HOPE YOUR DICK FALLS OFF AND YOU DIE!!!”
I laugh as I walk toward my room.
“Aww, that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said, sis…”
This forces her to throw a temper tantrum in the living room and it comes off a bit like a wild elephant going on a rampage in a small village… I wouldn’t be surprised if she smashes my furniture up more than her fat ass already has…
“Love you…”
I let that linger in the air as I disappear into my room and I finally hear the rage subside… Wow, I can’t believe that worked… I walk over to my bed and I plop down.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
I send my right hand into my pants pocket and I pull out my phone which is having a seizure of epic proportions… The number… UNKNOWN… So I slowly slide the ANSWER button and I lift the phone up to my ear…
“Hello?”
The voice on the other end is a very excited woman…
“HIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!”
I pause before answering…
“Who is this?”
The voice playfully responds.
“Oh, just the girl who is calling to offer you an exclusive contract to a pretty established wrestling company… Oh and not to mention, I’m your new MANAGER!”
I about drop my phone in excitement.
“WHAT? REALLY?!”
“Oh yes, the name is Sara Conway and there’s a fresh new contract from Alpha, waiting for your signature… It seems I’m going to be in your area tomorrow, if you’re up to meeting up…”
Hell yeah I AM! But I had to play it cool…
“Yeah, that sounds good… What were you thinking? The bagel hut?”
“Ha, yeah I suppose that works… See you at 8?”
I say the first thing that comes to mind…
“It’s a date!”
Stupid, stupid, stupid… Okay, play it cool old chap… Play it cool…
“I mean, yeah that works for me too… See you then…”
I hang up the phone before I can make any more of an ass of myself and I sit back in bed with my head resting on my pillow… Did I just verbally agree to a wrestling contract? Is this REAL LIFE? DID THAT DEAL REALLY WORK?!
It had to of… A random number calls me off the bat like that… Now I have a manager and a contract… Yeah, it definitely worked…
FADE OUT
FADE IN
“I can’t stand your face!”
I slam the front door of my apartment, leaving my younger sister to her Netflix and chill moment with her new boy friend… I speed walk down the stairs and out to the front of the building, where my 2010 red Honda Accord sat already pre started, thanks to my remote car starter, the one good gift my sister has ever bought me… But that’s neither here or there… I quickly hustle to my car, because on this day of days, I had a plan… I had a plan that was going to finally be my saving grace… I couldn’t help but watch O’ Brother Where Art Thou and after figuring out that the black boy in that movie sold his soul to the devil to gain his amazing guitar skills… Well, I figured why the hell not me? The only thing in my life that I cared about more than anything was WRESTLING and I wanted to wrestle since I could walk… My grandpa would watch it with me and take me to local shows at the VFW building every month… Larger than life characters who put on gladiator-esque matches that ended in over dramatic fashion…
HOW COULD I NOT LOVE THAT?! Growing up was a bit tough with the ass holes at school who scoffed at my love for wrestling and they would obviously point out that I loved men in tights… It wasn’t the tights though, it was the art form! It was the passion that was shown in the ring! It was the story telling that made me hold on to every moment! The true fan is long gone in this day and age… The STILL REAL TO ME DAMNIT! Fan base has begun to fade away… Because now it is about KAYFABE and the “reality” era… The shows are now hijacked by ass hole fans who think they’re more important than what is going on in the ring… Instant gratification… That’s what is wrong with the world today… All entertainers have to jump through hoops of fire in real life and on the internet… Because it is all about your BRAND now… Make the fans happy and they want it NOW, not 5 months from now… There’s no such thing as a slow build…
I look to change that… I look to become a wrestler that entertains just by stepping into the ring… I want to carry myself like a champion… I want people’s heads to turn my direction because of my seamless mat skills and my over the top personality! I want to style and profile! I want to BE THE KING OF THE WORLD! Less Leo and more Chris Jericho…
I speed down the highway and I find myself turning down an exit that I’ve never been down before. The road quickly winds around a bend and into some sketchy looking woods. Up ahead I see the rock road appear between two giant oaks, I slow down to a near stop before I turn down the makeshift road. I follow the road straight back until I start to see yellow flowers lining the sides of the pathway coming to a point at a cross road. I stop dead in my tracks and I quickly throw my driver’s side door open, making my way to my trunk. I press the key pad on my keys and my trunk pops up. I scrounge around until I find a shoe box and I turn back toward the cross road…
This is it… I thought… Time to call forth a cross road demon and to make a deal of a lifetime… Who needs a soul any ways? It’s not like my cursed self would be going anywhere near a place like Heaven, so here I am on this dark night of nights ready to hand over whatever I have to, to make my dreams a reality…
“Here goes nothing…”
I make a bee line for the center of the crossroad and I start shoveling away with a hand trowel. A hole big enough for my shoe box materializes before my very eyes through the quickness of my two bare hands. I take a second to open my box and I notice a picture of myself (the one with my sister and me in rival collegiate attire, me in my Michigan gear- GO BLUE - and my sister in her OSU gear. As well as a silk bag… I pull the draw string and pour the contents into the box, which is made up of silver coins. I shut the lid of the box and drop it into the hole, shoving dirt on top of it in the process. I back away and I stand waiting for something… Anything to happen…
A few minutes go by and I pull out my phone to check the time…
“Not a damn thing? It worked in Supernatural…”
I turn to head toward my car and a woman’s voice pierces the quiet night air.
“Supernatural is just a scripted TV show deary…”
I’m instantly spun around and standing in the middle of the cross road is a beautiful raven haired woman with an inverted bob hair cut and dark red eyes that stare right through me. She stands with one hand on her hip that makes me stare her up and down. From her black high heels I follow her olive colored legs up to her a short cut black skirt and a black halter-top… Her belly button ring reaches out to me and I begin to follow whatever words that are coming out of her mouth.
“What’s wrong, cat got you tongue?”
Her mouth… Damn those red lips… I’m simply captivated… I throw out what ever words I can muster…
“I… I’m just shocked… Is all…”
The crossroads demon purses her seductive lips and I turn to stone instantly in place.
“You must be excited to see me, Remi…”
The crossroads demon points down and I have an even more surprise on my face.
“Oh no, not at all, so are we going to make this deal or not?”
“Slow down sugar, there’s plenty of time to make deals… Why don’t you tell me what brings you out here in the middle of no where to call up a demon like myself? You must be pretty desperate, I’d gather…”
From everything I’ve seen in Supernatural, I can tell this chick is just like what was portrayed on there… So conniving and shifty… I had to play this very carefully…
“Just what every guy wants, fame and fortune, duh.”
The demon isn’t impressed with my approach.
“So vague… Why don’t you elaberate a bit… For one, I’m very taken that you weren’t surprised I knew your name… Most people would’ve had a heart attack right there, but not you… Not Jonah St. Remington… Oh no, you’re too cool for all that, aren’t you?”
Damn, this chick knows way too much about me…
“Okay, so you know me, but I don’t know much about you… Before I seal this deal with a kiss, tell me I get to know your name?”
That twisted smile of hers seeps with venom as she approaches me, inching her way closer and closer with every step.
“Well sugar… I wouldn’t be the best cross roads demon if I didn’t have a name with a reputation… You’re going to cause a girl to blush…”
Ha, this chick blush, give me a break…
“I bet you’re just the most innocent girl in the underworld… So what’s your name, Lilith or something?”
The smile turns into a snarl.
“I’ve never been so insulted you little prick!”
She instantly calms in a crazy bi-polar fashion and she cocks her head to the side letting her hair flip a bit as her smile returns.
“The name is actually Jesse, nice to meet you.”
Seriously? She has a valley girl name, what’s next her best friend’s name is Buffy?
“Wouldn’t say it’s nice to meet you, but I guess that all depends on how this deal works out…”
CAN WE CUT TO THE CHASE ALREADY?!
“You really know how to leave a girl in suspense… What brings you here Remi? Why do you need this deal?”
The second foot drops… There it is…
“Wrestling…”
Her eyes light up in a bit of laughter mixed with a bit of disbelief.
“Wrasslin, huh? You want to be a famous wrestler? You want that golden title that comes with prestige in a sport that isn’t even real?”
I hold myself back because I want to blow up on the subject… But I subside…
“Yes… I’m here to sell my soul for fame and fortune in the squared circle… I want to be a professional wrestler and I want the world title… Can you make that happen for me?”
Jesse bites her right index finger and she subtly points to me with it.
“You know… I can definitely do this for you… A professional wrestler with gold ambitions… 6 Months to become champion… Yeah, you got it sugar.”
Six months??? Six MONTHS??? REALLY?!
“What happened to 10 YEARS?!”
Jesse starts laughing out loud over and over.
“Come on sweet heart! You come to me with some pipe dream to become a world champion in a business that isn’t even a real thing?! Yeah, I’m giving you 6 months! Deal or no DEAL?! Your choice.”
She’s straight killing me right now… Wrestling IS REAL DAMNIT!
“That’s a tough decision Jesse… I mean, 6 months isn’t a lot of time to become a champion…”
Jesse crosses her arms and taps her left foot.
“Fine, I’ll give you a year and 6 months… Fair?”
Okay… A whole year and 6 months… I can work with this, right?
“Yes, I can go with that…”
I’m hesitant and Jesse picks up on it like a shark with blood in the water.
“If you’re not into it, I can just walk away now! You’re being such a tease, Remi!”
As Jesse turns to walk away I grab her by the left arm and I spin her around.
“Oh no you don’t, I didn’t come all this way to let you change your mind! I want my deal damn it!”
Jesse smiles wide again, making me feel even more uneasy…
“You want your deal, huh? Why didn’t you just say so?!”
Jesse throws her arms around me and she jams her snake like tongue down my throat. She had to of tasted what I had for lunch, but as she pulls away I feel a sudden rush run through my body. Jesse falls back in a very playful fashion and her smile twists in a very demonic fashion.
“Thanks kid, see you in a year and 6 months!”
And like that she was gone… I was left standing, my mouth fallen ajar and a seductresses saliva hanging from my lip. The first thought that came to mind… Should I get checked? How many deals has she made before, me? And how the hell does this deal work?
At that moment I was left with too many questions and zero answers, so I did what any person would do in that moment… I got back into my car and I started to creep away, back up the road to the highway… I speed like a bat out of a hell and a man who had nothing to lose… Not sure how the deal worked, for some reason I still felt a bit invincible… A man without fear is a dangerous man I thought…
Time goes by and before I knew it I was back to my apartment, I kick the door open in a very over dramatic fashion, because why the hell not? As I step into the living room I see my sister making out with her boy friend I simply put to him with the strongest index finger I have ever pointed. He raises both hands and he slowly stands up.
“YOU!!!”
In my mind I can hear a crowd pop and I start to shake my index finger at him.
“I TELL YOU WHAT, BROTHER!!! IF YOU DON’T GET OUT NOW, YOU’RE GOING TO SEE ME RUN WILD ON YOU!!!”
I flex and my sister’s boy friend doesn’t even hesitate as he dives through the front door, leaving my sister chilling on the couch chomping down on a Hostess Ding Dong… You know really playing up the fact that she was about to be cream filled from a different kind of ding dong…
“What the hell, Beck?”
Becky just shrugs.
“Don’t worry, just keep stuffing your face with that Ding Dong… We all know how much you enjoy cream filling!”
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH
That crowd bursts out in a BURN in unison chant and I start to roast her.
“You bottom feeding, no good, trailer park toothless trash dump diving hoe bag! You have been mooching off any one who has talked to you and your worth in this world is based off how many hand jobs you hand out at the local homeless shelter! SLOOT I’M GIVING YOU THE BOOT!!!”
Big Becky calmly places the Ding Dong down onto the coffee table in front of her, she wipes her jowls with the back of her arm and I see the fire in her eyes kick up. She leaps off the couch in what had to of been a land speed record and she’s now standing nose to nose with me.
“Listen here little BOY! I can do whatever I want with these HANDS OF MINE! And this is just as much my home as it is yours, because the last time I checked my name was on the lease as WELL! So go FUCK YOUSELF JONAH!”
Duh Fuck, this bitch right here? Really? REALLY?! I simply laugh her off and her eyes light up even more.
“JONAH ST. REMINGTON!!! I’M GOING TO TELL MOM ON YOU!!!”
There it was! HA, so easy to go to mom you little baby back bitch! So easy to turn tail and beg for the parental figure to fix your problems, while some of us go and sell our souls for opportunities that we truly want… If she sold her soul, she’d probably do it for one night at a sausage house, be it legit or not, she’s not picky when it comes to putting meat in her mouth…
“Go ahead… BECAUSE IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU DO!!!”
I turn and I leave her standing with her fist clinched and her face turning all kinds of shades of red.
“I HOPE YOUR DICK FALLS OFF AND YOU DIE!!!”
I laugh as I walk toward my room.
“Aww, that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said, sis…”
This forces her to throw a temper tantrum in the living room and it comes off a bit like a wild elephant going on a rampage in a small village… I wouldn’t be surprised if she smashes my furniture up more than her fat ass already has…
“Love you…”
I let that linger in the air as I disappear into my room and I finally hear the rage subside… Wow, I can’t believe that worked… I walk over to my bed and I plop down.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
I send my right hand into my pants pocket and I pull out my phone which is having a seizure of epic proportions… The number… UNKNOWN… So I slowly slide the ANSWER button and I lift the phone up to my ear…
“Hello?”
The voice on the other end is a very excited woman…
“HIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!”
I pause before answering…
“Who is this?”
The voice playfully responds.
“Oh, just the girl who is calling to offer you an exclusive contract to a pretty established wrestling company… Oh and not to mention, I’m your new MANAGER!”
I about drop my phone in excitement.
“WHAT? REALLY?!”
“Oh yes, the name is Sara Conway and there’s a fresh new contract from Alpha, waiting for your signature… It seems I’m going to be in your area tomorrow, if you’re up to meeting up…”
Hell yeah I AM! But I had to play it cool…
“Yeah, that sounds good… What were you thinking? The bagel hut?”
“Ha, yeah I suppose that works… See you at 8?”
I say the first thing that comes to mind…
“It’s a date!”
Stupid, stupid, stupid… Okay, play it cool old chap… Play it cool…
“I mean, yeah that works for me too… See you then…”
I hang up the phone before I can make any more of an ass of myself and I sit back in bed with my head resting on my pillow… Did I just verbally agree to a wrestling contract? Is this REAL LIFE? DID THAT DEAL REALLY WORK?!
It had to of… A random number calls me off the bat like that… Now I have a manager and a contract… Yeah, it definitely worked…
FADE OUT
