Just When I Thought I Was Getting Away

So I've been a bit down recently on my involvement in pro wrestling.I've been feeling pretty worthless there because I never seem to get to do anything except be a glorified cheerleader.All I really want to do is get physically involved and get hit a few times.I know by being a manager those opportunities don't always come about, but recently it seems as though they NEVER come.

My group had its TV taping this past weekend.I wasn't completely into going because I knew that I would, at most, have a promo to film.My mind was racing with thoughts of just quitting. No one is putting a gun to my head and forcing me to do this.The only thing that holds me back is not wanting to stop doing something I dreamt of doing as a kid, even if the reality of it is different from the fantasy.

I get to the building and right away I'm told that they're putting together a program between one of the other managers and me.That means I'll be getting a match next month!!Glory fucking days it happened!Anyway,I got to cut two promos to promote it.During the second promo, my adversary came out and I got in his face.The whole premise is supposed to be that I'm jealous of the attention he receives because (here's a surprise) I feel it is rightfully mine.After berating him for a few minutes he grabs me by the shirt and cocks back his fist to punch me.The guy I manage attacks him from behind and grabs his arms.I get right in his face and start yelling at him and I also get to smack him silly.The fight ends with him being thrown to the ground as I walk over him and then spit on him before leaving.It felt pretty good and the crowd, though small, was giving me plenty of heat.

Next month we get to have a match.I'm not sure if it going to be this one match and then the feud is over or if this will be an ongoing thing.I'm grateful for getting this match, but I'm really hoping for an ongoing thing.I'd love to have a gimmick match as the blow-off, preferably something with weapons.When I say weapons I don't mean knives and guns, I mean chains, leather straps, chairs, etc.A no-disqualification match would work for me as well.But it's not my call.It's the promoter's.I'll go with what he says.

I've worked with this guy before and we always have a good time putting these matches together.I usually put together the bulk of the match, even though he's wrestled many more actual matches than I have.(I have about 6 or 7 to my name.He probably has about 30.)It's a neat thing to go through.It's like choreographing a fight scene.My character is a cowardly heel and I'm not afraid to play it for laughs with some slapstick spots.I know that he's looking forward to it because I will actually let him hit me hard.The only thing I don't do is any "pulling pants down to humiliate" spots.The last time I did that 200 people got a full moon and also came one inch away from seeing my full monty because the guy who pulled my pants down grabbed up too high and hooked my underwear too.(That sentence would look really bad taken out of context.)That was easily my most embarrassing moment in wrestling.

So for the next month,I'll be plotting some epic battle in my head.I've already got a boatload of ideas.I'm going back to practice on Saturday to work them out with the guy.I'm going to make the most out of this chance so hopefully I can get more matches.It's almost as if the promoter knew I was feeling disenfrachised and came up with something to pull me back in.Indy wrestling is rough.You see a lot of people come and go.Many people get hurt.Some guys just want to wrestle a few matches in front of friends to look cool before quitting.Some people quit because there's little to no money being made.I've stuck with it out of pure love.I've been scorned but I'm still there.And apparently I'm still going to be there for a while longer.