Post by heartbreakkid2k3 on May 21, 2009 12:31:42 GMT -5
***As he pulls his car into the parking lot, Aaron Ashton looks at the building. It's smaller than the usual arenas that WFWF books. This is his first experience with a house show. He had heard about WFWF doing them before, but they finally made the decision to bring them back. Parking his car, he gets out, grabbing his bag from the passenger seat. Throwing the strap over his shoulder, he walks toward the entrance to the arena, nodding at a security guard. Once inside, he looks around him. The inside of the arena looks even smaller than it did from the outside. Smalls lights line the corridors. Food stands and merchandise stands sit, closed until just before show time. Advertisements for other events coming up hang on a cork board. Boat show, car show, rodeo, The Wiggles.***
Aaron Ashton: "Great...we've finally reached the level where we can book the same arena as The Wiggles."
***Shaking his head, he moves down a hall, completely unsure of where to go. He sees another security guard, and stops him.***
Aaron Ashton: "Excuse me, sir. I'm on the show tonight, and I need to know where the locker room is. I have absolutely no idea where it is."
Security Guard: "Well, you're on the right track. Just head straight down this hallway, hang a right, follow that 'til it dead ends, make a left, keep going 'til you see the Coke machine, and the door is directly across the hallway."
***Aaron stares at the security guard for a moment, contemplating just how inbred this guy may be.***
Security Guard: "Want me to take you there?"
Aaron Ashton: "...no...thanks. I can find my way. You've been a...help?"
***Moving away from him now, Aaron continues down the hallway, trying to get the memory of the last conversation out of his brain. Turning right at the end of the hall, he sees that the next hall has no lights at all in it.***
Aaron Ashton: "...wonderful. Just wonderful."
***Reaching in his pocket, he pulls out his BlackBerry. Switching the video camera on, he turns on the light. This is bright enough to illuminate his way. As he walks, he shines the light on the walls. They are stained green with water damage. The plaster in some spots is missing, the wiring and boards showing. Aaron decides it's time to get the hell out of this hallway, so he kicks his pace up a notch, and makes it to the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel...which is another dark hallway. He sees the red glow of the Coke machine, and a light coming from a door in front of it. Thanking his lucky stars, he moves quickly into the room. The "locker room" is really just a big, empty room. There's no lockers. There's no benches. There's nothing. Seeing that he's one of the last to arrive, he moves toward an empty spot, which happens to be next to his opponent from WFWF Battleground, High Horror.***
Aaron Ashton: "Can you believe this place, man? What a dump."
High Horror: "Well, no. But, I suppose it's better than nothing."
Aaron Ashton: "So, who you working tonight?"
High Horror: "Oh, I'm not booked tonight."
Aaron Ashton: "Then, why are you here? I mean, if I wasn't booked, I damn sure wouldn't be here."
***High Horror shrugs, and just kinda smirks.***
High Horror: "Who you got tonight?"
Aaron Ashton: "Drake Legend. I have no idea about the guy. But I'll tell you what...he's in for a world of hurt. I'm going to take out my loss to you...on him."
***High Horror chuckles at Aaron.***
High Horror: "I like you. You've got potential, kid. You've got potential."
***With that, Horror leaves. Aaron watches him go, then decides to start getting himself ready. As he begins to stretch out, he thinks about his match tonight.***
Aaron Ashton (thinking): "You're a rather unlucky person, Drake Legend. Once I get you in that ring tonight, I'm going to demolish you. That's all there is to it. I'm going to get you down, and pound you. I'm not going to stop until I'm victorious. I'm not going to stop until you admit to me, the referee, and, most importantly, yourself that you can't take anymore. See, that's the ultimate form of humiliation: admitting to yourself that you're just not good enough. Not strong enough. Not quick enough.
But, that's what you're in store for tonight, Drake. I hope you're ready."
***Aaron pulls his tights out of his bag. There's still a few spots of blood staining them from his match with Horror. Smiling, he decides that's all the inspiration he needs to accomplish his goals this evening. Standing up, he moves to the restroom, tights in hand, deciding to change in the restroom to get ready for this evening's show.***
Aaron Ashton: "Great...we've finally reached the level where we can book the same arena as The Wiggles."
***Shaking his head, he moves down a hall, completely unsure of where to go. He sees another security guard, and stops him.***
Aaron Ashton: "Excuse me, sir. I'm on the show tonight, and I need to know where the locker room is. I have absolutely no idea where it is."
Security Guard: "Well, you're on the right track. Just head straight down this hallway, hang a right, follow that 'til it dead ends, make a left, keep going 'til you see the Coke machine, and the door is directly across the hallway."
***Aaron stares at the security guard for a moment, contemplating just how inbred this guy may be.***
Security Guard: "Want me to take you there?"
Aaron Ashton: "...no...thanks. I can find my way. You've been a...help?"
***Moving away from him now, Aaron continues down the hallway, trying to get the memory of the last conversation out of his brain. Turning right at the end of the hall, he sees that the next hall has no lights at all in it.***
Aaron Ashton: "...wonderful. Just wonderful."
***Reaching in his pocket, he pulls out his BlackBerry. Switching the video camera on, he turns on the light. This is bright enough to illuminate his way. As he walks, he shines the light on the walls. They are stained green with water damage. The plaster in some spots is missing, the wiring and boards showing. Aaron decides it's time to get the hell out of this hallway, so he kicks his pace up a notch, and makes it to the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel...which is another dark hallway. He sees the red glow of the Coke machine, and a light coming from a door in front of it. Thanking his lucky stars, he moves quickly into the room. The "locker room" is really just a big, empty room. There's no lockers. There's no benches. There's nothing. Seeing that he's one of the last to arrive, he moves toward an empty spot, which happens to be next to his opponent from WFWF Battleground, High Horror.***
Aaron Ashton: "Can you believe this place, man? What a dump."
High Horror: "Well, no. But, I suppose it's better than nothing."
Aaron Ashton: "So, who you working tonight?"
High Horror: "Oh, I'm not booked tonight."
Aaron Ashton: "Then, why are you here? I mean, if I wasn't booked, I damn sure wouldn't be here."
***High Horror shrugs, and just kinda smirks.***
High Horror: "Who you got tonight?"
Aaron Ashton: "Drake Legend. I have no idea about the guy. But I'll tell you what...he's in for a world of hurt. I'm going to take out my loss to you...on him."
***High Horror chuckles at Aaron.***
High Horror: "I like you. You've got potential, kid. You've got potential."
***With that, Horror leaves. Aaron watches him go, then decides to start getting himself ready. As he begins to stretch out, he thinks about his match tonight.***
Aaron Ashton (thinking): "You're a rather unlucky person, Drake Legend. Once I get you in that ring tonight, I'm going to demolish you. That's all there is to it. I'm going to get you down, and pound you. I'm not going to stop until I'm victorious. I'm not going to stop until you admit to me, the referee, and, most importantly, yourself that you can't take anymore. See, that's the ultimate form of humiliation: admitting to yourself that you're just not good enough. Not strong enough. Not quick enough.
But, that's what you're in store for tonight, Drake. I hope you're ready."
***Aaron pulls his tights out of his bag. There's still a few spots of blood staining them from his match with Horror. Smiling, he decides that's all the inspiration he needs to accomplish his goals this evening. Standing up, he moves to the restroom, tights in hand, deciding to change in the restroom to get ready for this evening's show.***