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I'm not very happy today.
So here I am working another favor for a buddy who needed one more match to get a full card going. It wasn't anything special really. I'm come work the opening match, get the crowd riled up, easy payday. Then here's the catch. Apparently a friend of a friend of a relative has this friend who is in the business and wants to get some indy cred or whatever the hell. So for tonight only, I get to have my own personal valet/manager.
There was much rejoicing. Yay.
Don't get me wrong, I understand eye candy and giving a break to people and whatnot. It's just that when I have managers or valets, it's usually someone I know, have worked with and who understands the spots we do. I'm going into this cold. Oh and did I mention he let me know about this addition when I got to the arena? So I have next to no prep time to get this worked out. Half an hour before my match with local guy number 9 (I think his name is KC McKnight or something) my "partner" shows up.
Ok, I can see where they wanted to put this gal in the show. She's pretty. I get that. I just hope she's got some sense about her wrestling wise.
I go through basic questions, like who trained her and does she understand timing for spots and things like that.
I really wish I had more time to go through spots and signals, but all too soon we both have to go get dressed.
I head on over to Gorilla after my opponent gets introduced and I'm waiting for Jane to arrive.
"Oh, by the way Mr. Enforcer, Jane asked for her music to be played and..uhh...that's what we're going with here."
Great.
Awesome.
What more could go wrong tonight?
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So I'm going to let you know this from the jump I am a bitch, but I am an upfront **** rather than a backstage bitch. It comes from my mother you probably know her, but this is not about her. She was a valet in the South, and I grew up on the road with her. To the point that the smell of sawdust and stale beer made me feel warm and fussy. Yeah, I had a "fun" childhood. Still, it helped me know the rules. So I shook the hands and did all the rest to make sure I got no heat. This was my first booking. The idea was I would do the arm candy gig, and it would build into a mixed tag that would launch my career. That was the plan, but I was not going to be fucked over by a promoter. Uncle rf not.
See family ends at the office door. So when I walked into the building a little later then I wanted too and went to the office to make sure I was getting what I wanted. Instead, I found nothing, Not even the guy I was working with you'd think he'd want to see me. Know I'm not some green rookie bitch. Whatever I suppressed my anger this asshole as just a prop I was the star here.
I locked the door and went about changing out of my jeans, tee, and sneakers. For a little black dress, and stockings and six-inch heels. Which made me look like a blonde bombshell. Taking me to 5 11 from my normal 5 foot 5. The push-up bra made my 36C's look impressive. I did my make up quick and then started out. My blonde hair down and flowing as I a squeeze my clutch, and slip into my normal bitchy smirk as it was coming up on showtime.
I made it to the gorilla position and saw the muscled bound bit of Man monkey meat, and rolled his eyes. Then he turned and I saw it was Red Enforcer. He and my mother were a thing, and like most of them, it ended badly. I MIGHT have been a bit of a brat, but I was 14 at the time, and he was not my dad. I swallow hard hoping he does not remember me or that my mother cheated on him then set his stuff on fire on the front lawn in Tampa...
"There she is Mister Enforcer this is Jane Walker. Jane this is Red Enforcer, Now get your ass out there you're late..."
I'm glad he wore a mask as I did not have to see the look on his face as I grabbed his arm and took him out the bass pumping as I pressed into him, and made it look good...here we go.
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Wow. Just wow.
Without so much as a word, this Jane grabs my arm and tugs me along like I'm a pet to be led about. I shake my head and when we break through the curtain to her music, it gets worse. I get it. I'm just fill in talent for this company. But still, I've been up and down the East Coast and all over the world so my name means something. And here I am being treated like the supporting cast for some green as grass rookie who as far as I know hasn't had an actual debut match yet. She's doing all the waving and such and in those heels she's nearly as tall as I am.
The worst thing is, she's treating me like I'm a side piece. Now look, I know this is a new age of wrestling and all, but I have honestly done my best to view females in wrestling as equals. For me that means if you sign the dotted line and square up against me in a ring, I'm gonna treat you like I would any other opponent in the same situation. I don't think less of anybody that wants to devote their life to this business. But that's the attitude I'm getting from this gal. She's looking for name recognition. Status. A big rub from being here with me. And that's how she's playing it. She's wanting to be the star and let everyone know she is the star.
And me, I'm just a piece of meat to show off. A name to get attention. Someone she can use to draw eyes on her. She wants the attention and the boost to her profile. I haven't felt this out of place and invisible since that time I did a run with Missy Hyatt near the beginning of my career. But even then, Missy made sure to share the spotlight.
Whatever.
I'm too old for petty shit like this. I just hope this gal can do her job. Ideally the way it's supposed to go is that she causes so much of a distraction and whatnot for my opponent that it sets up a mixed tag match which will be her coming out party. I dunno what it is with people and the need to have mixed tags used to debut new female talent. I've seen plenty of female wrestlers rise through the ranks on their own merits in fem vs fem and intergender fights and whatnot. Gemma Rox. The Purple Vixen, Megan Dow. Rowan Chance. Callista Quinn.....Daredevil Jenny Dare.
No, this Jane person is definitely no Jenny Dare. But I can roll with that. As long as she plays her part right.
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The match begins and me and Mr. McKnight are going at it with traditional old school spots. He's a big time baby face in these parts and I'm getting some serious heat on him by keeping him trapped in an arm bar. Even if it means yanking on his hair. Who knows, maybe I'll yank him bald. Anyways, the ref never sees me so the crowd is really getting hot.
Now comes a false comeback. He works on getting me up once again, but this time, before I can get his hair, he slaps my chest. It staggers me and I drop my grip on his hair. Here is where the fun comes. He pushes me into the ropes and tosses me over. Shoulderblock. As I'm getting up and grabbing the ref's leg to get his attention, he dashes into the ropes to come off for another shoulderblock. Except my "manager" grabs his leg and trips him up. Simple spot. Gets heat on her. Keeps the face down for more bad things and gets the crowd invested in his comeback. Pro Wrestling 101.
So here we go. KC shoots me into the ropes and....
WHUMP
The fuck...she grabbed my foot and tripped me.
Dammit...what next.
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I am going to kill my uncle when I see him, but it explains why he was not in his office the prick! If I was going to guess he was out in the cheap seats laughing his ass off. This was probably a receipt for my mother. I mean Red was not the only one my mother burned. So it was on me to just roll with it, and take the lumps. In a perfect world, Red and I would have sat down. Hashed out the past, and worked out a few "heat spots" Trouble was my car broke down, and I had to beg a ride to get here. So I was shitting bricks when I made it here as no one wants to be late with the baggage I carry.
See this is how it works had Red not been a salty prick. We would have sat down I would have said: "Hello Sir I'm Jane Walker" and shook his hand, and we could have run spots and I would have hoped that he did not see my mother in me. I don't have her massive chest or the stiff of nightmare fuel my mother has down, but No he was a salty bastard and I did not have the time to deal with it. Then I tripped him. Damnit, I heard the marks behind me laugh. I looked at him and mouth "sorry" Then spun on a heel and started to jaw with the fans. I needed to fix MY fuckup. Fans laughing is fine, but not in the start of the match. I took a step forward and then ran my hands down my curves as I mocked the marks.
That was when I was almost sent falling thanks to Red tossing the good guy a bit to hard out. I caught myself and shot him a glare. I saw him working the ref and made a point to make it look like I was driving a heel into his ribs. Then I smirked and made my way out to the other side of the ring as the fans were back to booing. Red needed to stop being a prick and try working with me. It wasn't till after the match I had to say "Hey Red you remember that time your stuff was bonfire fuel, and a kid had "Na Na Na Na Goodbye" playing? Yeah that wasme and my mother. I'm sorry" I was always a bitch....
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Audibles suck.
Having to change plans midstream really sucks.
But it's wrestling. After all the miscues and time delays and lost chances to really work on this match, it could still be salvaged. I just didn't know if KC knew how to work with me. He did his part by throwing his hands up and asking the ref what happened to pause things a bit so I can think of something. I gave him a come here signal I learned in Charlotte and, nice, this kid has worked in the Carolinas because he didn't miss a beat and came at me. I went from all fours to grabbing him by the waistband of his trunks and yanked backwards. He did his thing and launched out of the ring right at the youngin's feet. Well if she weren't too damn close to the ring. She dodged and glared at me. That girl. Ok, now to work the ref while I try and recover some of the heat we lost. If she's smart...there we go. Get the heat back on by attacking the face knowing he won't do anything to you.
This match is in danger of just blowing up in our faces so I made another call to end it quickly. I jumped out and tossed KC back in the ring and turned to face my "manager" as she was showing off her assets to the crowd. I leaned and whispered "going for the finish...hit him with the bag when I get him to the ropes" and I hopped into the ring. I figure the finish will get enough heat to do the setup.
KC and I tie up...I let him know the plan. He's good with it. I think this kid's gonna be a star some day if he isn't held back. So we go through some spots, false comebacks and then the big comeback. And just when it looks like he's gonna finish me off, I bump the ref. Of course KC hits his finish and pins me with the ref down behind us. He doesn't know what's going on and when the crowd counts for us, I know we got them. After a couple of choruses of "1-2-3" I signal him to go for the ref.
He moved to the ref and I got to all fours and nodded to Jane. Gawd I hope she swings better than Missy did. Missy had all the visual stuff down, but sometimes when asked to be physical, she'd struggle. Still though, I have mostly good memories of her...well in the early days..
So as KC checks on the ref, I lowblow him. Then I get to my feet and grab his arms from behind. At this point, the height difference shows and KC is struggling just a bit as I move to the ropes. Now all Jane has to do is clock him in the head.
What could be simpler?
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Being the eye candy is a big job. Not as big as being in the match, but I have a part to play. I'm there to keep the heat going and then do a little sex appeal to give the marks to drool over. I made a going for a kiss on the cheek so we could talk. He told me we were doing the bag spot. I whispered back that I needed time to "Load the bag" No, I was not really loading the bag and if I hit someone with a loaded bag they would get a broken jaw. Not good.
So while Red grabbed the man by the hair I held my hands up to the ref. Then I slipped out of my shoes and then picked them up, and then took a moment to wrap them in a chan. I was going way over the top with my speed then dropped them in the bag, It dropped my hight back to my normal hight, and then I made a big show of walking back and slapping the mat trying to rally my man, and you know screaming at the ref or hopping up on the apron at the right time. I could hear it in the crowd that it was time to "Go home"
I can say a lot about Red being a salty prick, but damn that man was smooth. The way he moved was flawless. His "ref bump" was great as he bearly touched him, and the ref went flying. That is the thing people don't get everything in wrestling is a partnership. Unless you get shot on. Then you're fucked.
I could tell you stories, but go to Youtube and look up "Shoot Videos" and you'll get tons of stories. I watched the ref bump, and then took a breath and then fell into a strut as I saw Red going for a full nelson. I take my time getting into place. One to milk the reaction of the matks. The other is it id hard to walk on the cold cement. No need to think about whats on the floor.
So this is where it all went wrong. I do not know if the kid went into business for himself, or Red did not have him as well as he should, but I swung and the kid ducked and I hit Red,...Shit...FUCK.... That was when I heard a crash and I had a mark grab my leg and drag me off the apron, and lucky me I hit my chin and became knocked stupid........
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For booked matches, you really have to follow tropes similar to what you'd find in theater or literature (which by the way is why you'll find a pro wrestling section on the TV Tropes website) and if you don't continue the logic, you'll confuse the fans and create a shit match. So far though, things haven't gotten so far off the rails that we can't still tell the story we want to tell.
I have to admit, this Jane did know her stuff. She loaded the bag like a pro. I haven't seen that move since Missy back in the day. And she was working the crowd as we set up this spot. She was in the right place. But she needed to hurry up.
Right here I wanna comment on something I just hate in wrestling. Baby oil. Sure, it gives some guys that extra shine on their tanned bodies, but for wrestling, it sucks. Ropes get slick, people are harder to hold onto. It's just a mess even if you just lightly apply. I never use the stuff. I want people to see me sweating. KC has used some. Which normally wouldn't be a problem, but with this change in plans, it's a big deal. I know the minute I get the full nelson on I can't hold it very long. So I'm trying to yell at Jane to go ahead and swing, but she's still playing with the crowd. By the time she winds up, KC slips from my grasp and I get hit.
Fuck. We are completely screwed. Using the sense he has KC goes to get the ref and covers me. "1.....2...." I'm hoping Jane can salvage something here by at least interfering with the pinfall and getting me DQ'd so we can still set up the mix....."3!"
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Remember what I said before about following the tropes and logic? Well, now there's no reason for KC to need to fight me in a mixed tag. There's no reason for that match to take place. I don't know what the fuck happened but this just went all kinds of sideways.
As soon as logic permits, I get up and stumble to the back. I don't see Jane and don't want to. I head right to the promoter and start yelling.
"What the fuck was that disaster? Why in the hell would you put me with someone so fucking green? Now the next match is ruined. What the hell am I supposed to do on the next show?"
And then, the door opens up and Jane steps in looking a bit hot.
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Was I mad? YES, but my anger was split at the moment in three ways. The first was at the jackass that grabbed my leg and yanked me off the apron. I only hoped that they had the jackass in the back so I could knee him in the nuts as a "Thank you" for making me crack my chin in the ring apron. Let's be honest the mark needed his nuts crushed. The second place was at the epic level of "Fucked" this night had been. From my car breaking down. To the epic level, shitshow that I was a part of. Which meant I would I'd have to find a new place to work As who would take me serious as a heel manager/side piece.The last place was at Red and the promoter. Was it fair? No, well not the red part, but I was way too hot to think clearly. This whole night was an epic shitshow, and I knew like me we both needed a way out. I took a deep breath then let it out.
"What in the fuck? First, you set me up with my mother's ex. Then my car brakes down and you are nowhere to be seen. We get no prep time so it becomes a shitshow. I have no idea what the hell happened if the kid went into business for himself or Red decided to fuck me thanks to him and my mom's bad romance. Then the cherry on the shit sundae was I get jumped a three hundred pound mark jumped me and went for a cheap feel. So what the fuck are we going to do?
"I have an idea"
I stood there for a moment as I paused, and then started to turn. Yes, I knew what I was going to see, and other than prayer there was nothing to do. My mouth always liked to run away with me at times as I turn to face Red leaning against the wall where the door should of been, but I guessed that is why I never heard ie slammed. Damnit I looked at the floor and took another deep breath as I know this was not good....
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You know I didn't care if she was a looker, this Jane person had no right being mad.
So when she started running off at the mouth it took me a moment to process what she had said.
"I'm her mom's ex?"
The fuck?
I mean, I haven't been the most celibate guy on the circuit, but I don't think I ever really dated anybody and my mind went back and...oh fuck.
Early in my career. And I mean early. Like a couple of years outside of high school. I ended up in Florida working some indys after yet another regime change at WCW. (When Crockett sold it, that group really went to hell. I doubt they would've let me at my young age hang out and work on the ring crew like the old JCP crew did. ) I was in....Tampa. And...I may or may not have had a fling with Missy Hyatt. Yeah. It didn't end well.
I was young, starstruck and man was she gorgeous. But she didn't think we were more than just buddies even though I lived with her while working. I thought there was a commitment there and nope. I asked her about it after finding out she saw another guy and she kicked me out and her and her kid...
OHFUCK
I looked over at Jane and she had just finished her spiel and slowly turned to look at me.
She knows. And now she knows I know.
Well, now this....this is a twist. And I could see in her eyes that my deep brown eyes must've gone black. They do that when my Irish temper flares.
"..two should have a match."
I turned to the promoter and said "What?"
"I said, the only logical thing to do with a mess up this bad that you two should have a match."
I stood there and felt the skin on my face stretch and my lips pull back as my teeth laid bare in a bad approximation of a smile. And I turned to face....Jane.
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He was smiling. You'd think that would make me feel better, but no Red was an old school heel, and the guy had reasons to not like me. Granted it was not his fault. I was in his eyes a green rookie. So I can see NOW looking back. I was a total asshole. Not with Red, but you'll see. I looked at him and I tightened my jaw, and it hurt. Then my uncle spoke up. I should have known better, but I was rather fucked.
"Here is what we are going to do do. You're both going to stay after the show and cut a few things. That way I'll have some stuff to run for the NoDQ match next week I'm going to announce"
"Wait what?.
"You have a ton of heat Jane people wanted to kill you. Red is a safe worker you'll be in good hands and You will come back a bigger bitch when you Win the match..."
"She's going to beat me?"
"Red you know this business you can recover from a loss if we do it right, and I trust both of you can do it right.."
"I know I can"
He just looked at me again no humor in his smile as my uncle left the office to go take care of announcing the match. I stood there looking at Red offering him my hand. He took it and gave it a light grip and "shook" it. It made me feel better as he could of crushed my hand again it should have been a red flag.
"Thanks for this"
"I love helping rookies, and I owe your mother..."
"So I have a few ideas. I am thinking I can bring you a gift, and you rip it in half."
"Then you go talk to the boys to protect you..."
"And then tell me to piss off. So that leaves me the night of? Any ideas?"
"Doctors note..."
"You think that would work?"
"Depends how you sell it..."
I looked at Red and smirked. Was that a challenge? I could see it in his eyes, or I thought I did. No matter I was going to sell the hell out of it, and make it shine. I was going to make a real impact. Fuck my mother...
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I'm trying to be professional.
I have a good reputation as a safe worker who has never gone into business for himself even when the booking has made as much sense as a nursery rhyme.
This plan makes sense. The shitshow that was our match can be salvaged if we do a fight between us. She gets her big debut match here against me. I get paid and the comedy of errors actually works out.
The only problem is, my anger for her as a green rookie is now being replaced by anger I thought I'd since dealt with. Don't get me wrong, I learned a lot from Missy and we had good times...I just..yeah it was bad. But I thought I'd gotten over it and moved on and then all of a sudden this kid comes along and reminds me of Missy and screws up so much and come to find out it's Missy's kid.
Yeah it's a lot to process.
So this is all trailing along when the promoter mentions I'm going to do the honors. On the one hand, that makes sense as I'm just drifting through this territory (promotion..damn I forget they don't call them territories any more) and she is staying behind. On the other hand, I'm angry at her in and out of storyline and logic dictates I would destroy her. But this smiling fat fuck who orchestrated this mess wants her to win.
Fine.
I'll be professional.
We go to shake and I try so hard to not be angry, I give her a cold fish.
Here's one thing about me you should know. If I shake your hand, I shake it. You know I've got your hand. It's the way I was raised. If you get a cold fish from me, I'm trying very hard not to crush every bone in your hand.
We mention some ideas for the build. Instead of the old backstage promos for the upcoming matches, they're doing web exclusive short bits.
Fine.
The first one we do is me receiving a package from her as a gift to try and smooth things over. No big deal right. Except she puts an autographed picture of herself. When I see it, the resemblance between her and her mom gets me. I rip that photo into tiny little pieces. Needless to say, that only took one take.
She does her thing about getting some of the boys in the locker room to help her and she moves like her mom. Hell it looks like she seduces like her mom.
I'm trying to be professional.
But it sure does seem like every attempt to make this work is just getting me angrier and angrier.
The match can't come soon enough.
I'm trying to be professional.
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Trust is not my thing which is funny when you think that my job was all about trusting people with my body, and I do that. Here is the thing that a lot of people don't think about. I do yoga, and I stretch. I'm in the gym a few times a week as my body is my money maker, and I treat it as such. I take care of it, and my partner. I wanted time to work with Red to get a feel for him, but we could not risk it. So that meant I was going in cold.
The promos were not bad. The “gift” was a pic of me signed of course. I wanted it to be candy and chocolate,but I could see how that would look, and besides I did not want to press things with Red. He was doing me a favor. Then We did the me run to the boys. And try to get a guy to “protect me” It failed and I was treated my Red standing outside the door so I could slam into him and go down on my butt.
That brings us to tonight. I took a deep breath, and worked through my routine to loosen up I was nervous, and so making sure I was ready to bent and throw from pillar and post. If I can take a moment I don't feel like people give enough thought in to the work the managers go through. Take my gear for example it's a white and pink one piece. Not the shorts and tight tops you see. As I am NOT a wrestler. Well not tonight anyway. As a manger I had two options 1 was a bikini and that was a bad idea as I did not want my body spilling out. So I went with a White and HOT pink suit, knee pads and elbow pads and boots that matched my suit. Then there was the forearm cast. It was cut an inch above the wrist, and a few inches below my elbow. It was on my left forearm a little nod to the past.
The bang came on the door to tell me it was time. I took a long deep breath, and let it out, and then started out. Then stopped grabbing my HOT pink Robe wanting to tease the marks. I made my way though the back, and then waited as my music hit, and I walked out with that same smirk, and a little extra sway in my hip I I make my way out to the ring and then climb the steps, and climb in the ring, and take a breath as I take a mic..
“Hello losers I know you have all come here to watch me get my tight ass kicked I get it. Tonight is as close as you all will ever get to touching a body like mine..”
That gave me the reaction I wanted. I wanted every ass in the seat rooting for Red to kill me. It's my job. After the shit show the last match was I needed to get Red over with my mouth so the fans would side with him. To drive the point home I let my hands slide along my curves.
“I don't blame you Red would kick my ass he has beaten the best woman ever. People like “The Purple Vixen” and Rowan Chance. Who would I have a chance? Still being who I am I WOMANED up and hit the gym like it was a domestic voilance victim..In doing so I hurt my arm, and was not cleared for in ring action. I have the paperwork here. So I'm sorry that you are a lot like Red. You all are gong to have to take care of yourselves...
I took a look at the ref as I smiled and started to climb out of the ring when I heard Red's music and the fans pop. It took me no time to back peddle and then scurry behind the ref for a human shield...Here we go.
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Kids these days.
I don't mean to sound like the angry old man, but really. There needs to be some kind of manual for etiquette. Sometimes they take things too far.
I got through the preshoots just fine. And now, day of, I'm thinking to myself..
I'm trying to be professional.
The thing about this match is we're trying to tell a story here. The story of Jane Walker. I'm just window dressing. She's the one who needs the push and her character is to be someone so hated that you'd cheer her being led off by a medical team after a bad beating. To create a character like that takes skill, preparation and time. Well the first fight and subsequent mixed tag were supposed to just be the start of that road. She gets some heat on her by cheating with me and winning the match. KC gets a partner and in the mixed tag she does all kinds of begging off and escapes. The sort of build that would morph into her getting another heel to protect her and have him be the shield for her. And so on and so on until after about a year of this teasing, she finally gets what she deserves. Big crowd pop when the good guy or girl takes Jane down. But that would cement her as a big time heel in this place.
Unfortunately, all that got short circuited and here we are, telling another story. This one is me a known heel having to play the part of "good guy." I don't do that very well to begin with. And in this situation, with all the baggage between us, it's near impossible. So tonight, we're doing a Cliff's Notes version of that storyline. (If you don't know what Cliff's Notes are, I'm old, sorry, and Google it.) We have to compress the desire for Jane to get hers into one match. Not impossible, but I really would like to have more time. Of course, if you gave me unlimited time, I could tell an epic.
So we're pulling out all the stops. And here is where it gets tricky. I have to go into a fake monster mode. Chase her around and build up to the point where I get her in my grasp. Then once that's done finish her off quickly.
But I'm torn here. I don't know her limits. If I wrestle someone for the first time, I like to see tape of them fighting. Or work out with them some before hand. With this hotshotting, we have no chance to do that. And this is her first match. Ever. So, no tape. Great.
I go to Gorilla and wait, focusing on what I want to do in my mind. And then I see her.
Fun fact number 1. I'm a sucker for a woman wrestler in a one piece suit. It comes from watching wrestling in the 80s and all. And there she is in a one piece. And damn if she doesn't look as hot as her mother.
Fun fact number 2. There's a mud wrestling match from World Class between Missy and this valet named Sunshine. Google it. When I was a teen, I saw pics from that match in a wrestling magazine and...damn. Right now Jane looks very much like Missy.
The only problem for her is that gives me seriously mixed emotions right now. So I focus on other things. The cast is a nice touch. Great call back to the Ace. And believable as a weapon to use against me. Smart. We didn't talk about that, but I'll roll with it.
Ok, so as long as she doesn't get crazy on the mic...
"Purple Vixen and Rowan Chance"
Fuck. No no no no no. You don't get to say their names.
Ok...
Breathe...
I'm trying to be professional
Shit. This is too soon after Paris... (*Ed. note, this story takes place before the events of the O2 Arena)
Calm it down.
Again, we didn't talk about this. And now...
My music hits. I should've gone with my old Cumbersome entrance. But no, I decided on Pharoahe Monch's Simon Says because of the Godzilla theme riff at the beginning.
I look up and see Jane. But it's not Jane I see. I see Missy. I remember how it felt when she kicked me out. I remember how it felt seeing two of my friends nearly kill each other which I'm still messed up about. I remember trying to be professional at this moment.
But all I hear is that beat....
My movements match up with it.
As I move, I get into that mode.
I look up. Deep brown eyes shining black under my mask. Teeth gritted.
I'm angry, frustrated and ready to kick some ass. My blood is pumping.
And when I see her cowering behind the ref, I hope she sees that I'm close to losing the battle to staying professional.
I'm using this anger for the sake of the angle and I get into the ring, go straight to the ref, snatch the paperwork out of his hands, shred it to pieces without looking at it, and scream in his face.
RING THE BELL
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I hid behind the ref and took the moment it takes Red to get a hold of the paperwork to start the first part of the match, and ducked down and slid out to the floor. Red for his part did the best to grab the ref and press him and drop him behind him. How did I know? I saw out of the corner of my eye and then heard the fan reaction as he started to chase me. The fans were laying the badmouthing of me. Chants of "Red's gonna kill you" as I made a point to grab the corner post and sling myself, and also a way to slow down without making it look like I going to slow down...
So Red was gaining ground as the bell rang out loud. I was halfway around the ring when I heard the pop growing so I mard a point to slide back in the ring and put my right hand up, The ref was halfway up when Red rolled into the ring and popped to his feet as I keep begging off. Red-backed up and hit the ropes and then sent the ref flying. Not really Red never touched him, but the ref bump was needed not only to remove something to save me, and give the fans a "pop moment"
Red just stalks after me as I keep my back peddle game strong till I hit the corner, and then pulled myself up to my knees and then started to beg with both hands. Red grabbed my neck and made it look like he was choking the hell out of me, but he was light as a feather. then he rosed me across the ring. For my part, I made sure to roll and tumble, and hit the far corner. I began to pull myself up and wrapped my arms in the ropes so when Red came over to me and pulled me off I could make it look like I was trying to fight him. He did, and I through my leg back, and hit him on the upper thigh which he made seem like a low blow. He feels to a knee and I looked at him and said..."You okay? Cast shot...."
He nodded and I climbed up on the corner and then made a point to set myself in place and then I aim and jump. Hoping to land a safe shot with this cast.
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Like most things that involve two people, wrestling requires trust. Unless it's a straight up shoot fight, which I've had and which pretty much all my title matches have been, you work with the other person to tell a story. When things get physical, you have to trust. Usually that involves talking things out beforehand either in detail or in a brief outline. If you're lucky you'll work with someone you've worked with before and things will flow. If you're not, you have to rely on spot calling during the match to remind your opponent of the order in which things need to be done. The best workers can call an entire match in the ring without a crowd noticing and adapt to how the crowd is reacting. You may go in thinking you're the heel but the crowd wants to cheer you so you call an audible in the ring. Like for example Rock vs Hogan in Toronto. Hogan was supposed to work as a heel but the crowd wanted to cheer him. So both men switched things up. The finish stayed the same, but the crowd was entertained. At the base of that though, is trust.
Right now I'm working with someone I don't know if I can trust and that has me a little off in my timing.
The simple spots in the beginning were fine. Moving the ref, chasing her around the ring and her sliding in. All working. Holding her hand up and begging off. Very nice.
But I still am moving half a tick slower than normal. When you've done this as much as I have, you notice things like that. It's fine for when you're doing simple things, but when we get to the big stuff, I can't be off. But I still just don't know about this girl. I don't know if she holds a grudge against me. I don't know if she's just that much of a rookie. That little bit of nagging doubt needs to go away or one or both of us is going to be hurt.
The ref I've worked with before and we do our thing where I "hit" him and he flies out of the way. The fans ate that up. They really do want to see me destroy Jane. I'm starting to believe maybe we can salvage this mess.
She gets in the corner and I goozle her. Fuck you Kane, I was doing this as the Big Red Machine before you were. It looks worse than it is because I ad in a shoulder shake and make my arm tremble like I'm exerting maximum force. I hope this kid is taking notes because I'm trying to give a master class in working safe. I toss her out of the corner, giving her a chance to roll and the crowd another moment to cheer. Now, we build up more tension.
I slowly turn.
Breathing hard like I'm an enraged bull snorting out air while stalking prey.
I get her to the corner and the crowd is wanting me to do more injury to her.
I drag her up and she swings a kick and I sell it like death.
Huge boos from the crowd. Storytelling 101. You show them what they want and create a moment where it looks like they're getting it again. But instead you get a subversion of the anticipated moment. And it causes a mood whiplash that makes them respond negatively. You have these back and forth roller coaster moments to drive them along and suck them in.
And here comes the tricky part. The Cast shot. This is as much for the older fans as the newer ones. There were years that Bob Orton Jr. (or Randy's dad as the kids know him today) had a broken arm and wore a cast. If you go back to the first Wrestlemania you can see Ace wearing it. He would use it as a club and it made an amazing visual. Basically we combined two old school spots, the doctor's note and the cast. It's also a Chekov's Gun type of thing. Chekov once wrote that if you show a gun in the first act, it better go off by the third act. Basically the idea is for you not to show extraneous information.
With this one cast, we've done a few things. First, it shows that Jane is willing to go to great lengths to get out of this match. And second, it shows how crafty she is because she snuck a weapon in right under all our noses. I think that's good storytelling myself.
But now we get to the tough part. Normally for any weapon spot, I prefer to practice. Even with people who've worked with me before. It's for me as much as them. I want to get the timing right so I can make it look as impactful as possible. Also, my opponent needs to know how it feels using said weapon, especially later in a match when they're a little worn down.
She gets to the corner and flies off. The big thing about this spot is you have to hold the cast still and let me react off it. No swinging. That throws off the timing. If she were on the mat, sure swing away. But jumping down, you need to be still.
I'm watching her come down and she has this angry, valkyrie like look on her face. Good sell it. Sell that anger. I see the cast and....
Shit...
She swung her arm down.
Remember when I said my timing was off. Yeah...
WHAMMMMMMM
Jane Walker just clubbed the Enforcer right across his face with that cast!!! How is he still standing up?
I think she busted him open Bob! Jane's drawn first blood, but...oh gawd...we need that ref to get up. I don't like the look in the Enforcer's face right now.
The crowd sounds like they're on the beach and I'm underwater. A familiar metallic taste fills my mouth. I spit out...liquid...a thick liquid...Not spit. I think I lost a tooth.
The world speeds back up again and...yeah I lost a tooth. There's a gash near my lips. I think...I think I may be concussed.
That..that..fucking......
I had dropped to a knee but now I'm standing up. I spit more blood out of my mouth and just glare at the blonde. Towering over her. My fingers curl tightly in my hands into fists. And I just stare through her eyes.
I'm done trying to be professional.
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Okay in my defense it's not like they teach how do deliver a safe cast shot. It was not until I saw the blood that I wanted to fall to my knees and beg forgiveness. Not because of the receipt that I am owed. He wanted to potato me that was fine with that. It was the fact that I just busted him open the hard way, and that is never cool. As he shook off the stun I went into stall mode as he was going to need a few. So I planted a for in his chest and shoved him back. Then started away as I took a moment to kiss a bloody spot on the cast, Then took a slow cocky bow. I made a point to look behind me out of the corner of my eye. He was staggering to his feet god. I took a few steps towards the ropes and mocked the fans. I heard the reaction, but no reason to rush it.
I heard his steps and slowly turned. Then as soon as I saw him I made my eyes go wide. I backed up with my hands off the classic begging off moment. My feet in a fullback peddle. Red looked pissed. I was not sure or it was fake. Either way, I was ready to take my receipt. I dropped to my knees and kept up my begging, and he took the ropes on either side and then proceeded to stomp the pervertable mudhole in me and walked it dry/ It was not as bad as I thought it might have been. Then he picked me up with both hands, and then held me there and tossed me across the ring. Hitting the corner hurt, but I earned that.
I let mt arms loop over the top rope and then let my head drop to my chest. The marks were cheering as I bearly heard him charging towards me. I let myself stay limp. As tightening up would just get me hurt. He took a moment then lifted my head up and then hit the top of my chest with an open hand slap that felt like a frying pan hit my chest. Then again, and a third time. I looked at him and mouthed him to "ease up". That led him to deliver another three to my chest. I just felt my chest burning as He began to pull me out of the corner, and snapmared e over and kicked me the base of the spine and made my chest shove out as I let out a scream a real one. Trouble was it just made the marks pop louder.
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Young and stupid, just like Peckerhead likes them... and she doesn't even know she's playing his game.
Yeah, yeah, Missy's kid. Big whoop. Just another newbie with a sense of entitlement and the idea she knows how to play the game. That's why there are people like Red around, to show that there's always something you DON'T know, you over-inflated Kardashian clone.
How can I be in Red's corner? After what he did to me in Newark? It's simple. THAT was business. Business I was going to come out of on the wrong end of, because of the laws of physics and the way Peckerhead stacked the deck. I took a run at him, gave it my best, and walked away to go for another round. It's how things get done. Moron boy thinks he got his point across. But the marks got a good show, Red got to be the heel, and I got to do the bloodied-but-unbowed exit. Not that I'm retired, by any means. There's more than one promotion, and I know where they hide the cameras. (I wonder if she does? Or cares?)
But... business is being conducted. "Airmail the brat back to nursery school, RED!"
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Let me explain what a receipt is. Basically in a booked fight, you and your "opponent" are trying to tell a story or get over some kind of plotline. During this, you're basically placing your health and welfare in the hands of the other person. Moves don't hurt like they should. Trust me falling onto a mat back first hurts, but it could be much worse. Accidents happen. We all know the risk. But when someone is reckless or just doesn't give a fuck and hurts you, sometimes you need to give them a receipt for that payment they gave you. If you're ever watching a booked match and something looks like it went wrong and the next move is stiff as hell, that's a receipt.
Right now I owed this little blonde bitch a shit ton of them.
All kinds of thoughts flashed in my head as to what to do to her. But ultimately it came down to showing her some stuff I learned from my time in Japan.
So I stalked over to her with nothing but bad intentions. And then she dropped to her knees.
Fuckin' hell.
Fine. Delay things.
I do the mudhole stomp thing like a pro and then whip her to the other corner a bit harder than needed.
I stalk over to her. She's doing the hurt victim thing well. I haveta say, with some more sense and experience, she might actually be good. But she has some lessons to learn.
So I go over to her acting like the Man with the Worst Personality in the World and lift her head up. And I bring down an open hand slap on her chest right about her breastbone where it makes such a loud noise. Yeah, that reaction of hers was surprised. Lemme repeat myself.
WHAMMMM
I bet she is having trouble breathing right about now.
WHAMMMM
At this point she's asking me to ease up.
Oh fuck no.
When you get a receipt you shut up and take it. Or you get more.
And I triple up on her.
Fuck it.
I'm done.
All this bullshit of screwing up the booking, being reminded of Missy, looking like a fool in one match, and now bloodied up in this one and she's asking me to ease up?
I fucking whipped her out of the corner by her head and neck without care. And when she landed, I drove my boot hard right on her spine at the base. Normally you're supposed to kick higher at the broader part to spread the effect and make a big nose. What I just did, is to just inflict pain.
This is a lesson she's gonna remember. And the crowd's whipped into a frenzy. Yeah, jutting her chest out like that and screaming. That's a lovely image for the fans. And damn if she doesn't look like Missy when she screams.
I move in front of her and grab her by her hair and ease her up. I can see the confusion in her eyes as she's feeling way more pain than she expected. "Sorry darlin. Do tell your mom I said hi." I say with a growl before shoving her head between my legs. I give her temples a very slow, grinding squeeze of my muscular thighs before I lean forward and wrap my arms around her waist. I'm going painfully slow because I want this moment to burn in Jane's memory for quite some time. My wrists join just below her belly button and I can feel her warm body against mine. I jerk up with my fists just a little because I love that little "oof" sound women make when you squeeze them below their diaphragm. I then let my arms grind against her sides and heft her up into the air. Her fit legs flop down on my shoulders and she takes a seat there for a moment. Her blonde hair matted to her head from sweat as I turn her about and aim for the center of the ring. And then I pull her down, looking to just DRIVE her back through the damn mat.
And as angry as I am now, this is just the start.
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See this is why I have trust issues. Now you may be asking why I am "starfishing" on the mat. Starfishing is when you lay sprawled out legs and arms out. Now that is out of the way. I can carry on. I am laying there for three reasons. 1. It hurts a lot. It would have been worse if I tensed up, or I tried to fight it, but to be clear it hurt. 2. I am a heel or "Bad girl" it's my job to make Red look like the monster under the bed. So I'm hoping that if my work will let him know I'm working with him we are partners after all. Finally it I pop up off the mat I will expose the business, and that is not my job. Who am I to ruin the disbelief that people are giving us?
People never take into a count that wrestling is a dance. I can not stop Red from tossing me around like a rag doll, but if he is not safe, or I don't work with him he looks like a monster, not the victim that he is at the moment. So I stay where I am. Then I feel a hand in my hair, and my head pulled up. I then bring my body up and. Bring in a few light shots with my cast. They look as weak as they are as I am still dased. Red took them and shrug them off
I looked at him and gave him a look and then we went up in a press, and then he stepped out from under me. It gave me the chance to get my hands up to block my face. I then let out a yelp as the fans popped as they liked getting my ass kicked. What I did not here was Red coming off the ropes and then the kneedrop at the base of my neck to drive me into the mat. I think I'm in trouble...FUCK!
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The secret to shooting in wrestling is not to just go full bore. You'll get seen and get a bad rap. The trick is to make those moments when you go into business for yourself look like slips or mistakes. If anyone asks after, that cast shot rung my bell good and so my timing was off on a few things. See, this is different than that shoot fight with Becca. Both of us knew going in what the rules were. This poor sap had no idea what she was walking into. To be honest, I really was trying hard to be professional. But just one screw up too many. So she gets a message. One she'll remember for a long time.
I think it was looking down at her while she starfished that I decided I was gonna let her be led out on her shield. That would make a great image. And she could come back after some time off to heal and train and get fucking better. She's still thinking we're doing the match as booked. She's about to find out how wrong she is.
I lift her up and her cast shots were on point. If only she'd been better before. I gave her the press. Fans just eat up seeing a sexy woman being held up in the air. Then she crashed to the mat. See I'm still working here. Everything is good. Or so she thinks.
I'm supposed to work over her back. You know, my finisher is a spinning powerbomb. Work the back, set her up for the finisher, go home happy. Well I go into the ropes and I'm supposed to drop a knee on her back...except I missed and got more of her neck.
She's gonna be feeling this later.
And oddly enough, I think I hear Becca shouting amongst the crowd.
She'll appreciate this.
I move back away from Jane's body that's quivering a bit from the pain of that last shot. She has got to be confused. Bless her heart.
I stalk over to her head and reach down for two handfuls of that blonde mop she has. I kinda grip her ears too. Ooops.
I haul her up to her knees. Her arms sway below her at first, then the pain kicks in and they slowly move to my wrists to try and disengage me. I think she mumbles something about hurting. Oh darlin, you don't know pain yet. Let me introduce you.
I get her head up between my thighs again and give her another hard crush. I lean over a bit and move my hands down her chest. Damn, didn't mean to slap those tits you're so proud of. Sorry. My hands meet at her waist again.
The crowd smells blood and I'm going to give it to them. I haven't heard this much heat for a woman to get her due since Francine back in the day. You know what. Fuck it.
I stand straight back up and throw my arms out to the sides, hands balled up into fists. **PCW** I scream. Panhandle Championship Wrestling out of Florida.
My hands join back around her waist and I haul her back up into the air. This time, I don't pull her all the way up. She's completely upside down.
And I move so that all four sides can see her. They cheer even more loudly. She must look hot hanging there like that or something. When I turn back to my original starting spot, I grip her hard and take a leap into the air.
Learn this lesson well, rookie.
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Can we pause here for a moment? I know you want to know what happens next. Here is the thing. Red is teaching a class here. I did not see it at the time, but a lot of things I can see much clearer now. Red could have run me over like an 18 wheeler. but he hasn't Some would tell you that he was CYAing, and I'm SURE that's part. No one w2ants to be branded unsafe, and I can see his point of view. Thinking I'm like my mother would pitch a bitch. I won't as that is not my style. The fact is the more I think about it the clearer it is we were both played. More on that later. Back to the match...
So I was going up, and I was a mix of fear and pain. I know what he was thinking as his finish powerbob. The thing was that it was too soon the marks were hot, but we could get them hotter. I then grab the back of his head, then went to work with my legs and tried to lock on a triangle choke, No not a perfect one, but a sloppy one so to keep me looking like I'm weak and desperate. Which I am given Red has 100 pounds on me and had better cardio. As I pulled off a sloppy loose choke, and Red either caught on or just wanted me off. Either way, he flung me to the left and I hung on and took him down with head scissors. As soon as he was down I took a moment to bow to get the fans to boo. Then I heard Red starting to stir. So I took a step forward to climb up on the bottom rope to jaw at the fans. When I heard he was up I turned slowly, and saw Red and let my eyes widen, and dropped to my knees to beg off. Red just kicked me in the middle of my chest and I tumbled out of the ring to the floor and then started to scramble under the ring as I started my escape...
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I swear at that point, I really was wanting to bomb Jane into oblivion after posing with her in that upside down piledriver position. I'd lost it. I'd gone Red as it were. But this little rookie was still trying to work with me.
I don't know if it was how awful that triangle choke attempt was (Trust me, I've been in the best chokes, Taz, Joe, Punky, Rowan and this one was just horrible) or just the fact that I still kinda felt for Missy or maybe I really was concussed. Or maybe I had Jenny Dare on my shoulder putting a hand on Sadie's mouth while whispering to me to do the right thing. I dunno.
I snapped out of the intensest part of my rage and just wanted this kid to be off of me.
But this brat had me on a scissor hold. I went so far off balance, I had to just flip into a sell to make sure I didn't injure both of us.
And I decided to let the moment marinate a bit.
Don't get me wrong, this kid has me all kinds of pissed. Should never have been in the ring with me in such an important....fuck...
It just occurred to me, the booker was related to this kid and he had to know how green she was. He's been around long enough to know logical booking.
Fuck.
So I was back in working mode and, give her credit, Jane knows how to work a crowd and make them hate her. She does need to learn the line between heel heat and X-Pac get the fuck off my screen heat, but the talent is there. She just needs practice and a better damn teacher than I've been these last two matches. And a filter. That mouth of hers is gonna get her in soooo much trouble. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a line of women waiting to slap the taste outta her mouth like that scene in Airplane where the passengers are trying to calm down the hysterical lady. Google it kids..naah scratch that, just watch the damn movie.
Anyways, I started to get up and I see she's doing the back turned jaw with the crowd thing. I made like an orc and stalked to her so she could do the dramatic beg off. I kicked her out of the ring as we audibled back to our planned finish. I'm still ticked at her and trust me, she's going to feel some serious pain. She heads out of the ring and I go out to chase her. Yeah, this finish is gonna hurt and it'll make me feel better to deliver some pain her way.
But I realize I've been manipulated for someone else's gain and right now I just want to get the hell out of here and wash the stink off of me.
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He's gone Red Rum... full Kubrick... can't see his eyes, but his whole body is showing that he's on the edge. And, as much as I hate the whole smarmy attitude of the little blonde... I'm not sure I want to see Red unload on her.
That triangle choke, though.... oy. She's gonna get HERSELF hurt with that kind of sloppy move. And then it happens. Somehow he lets go of it, as if he knows that her part in this whole mess is from lack of skill or knowledge and not meanness. There's an old tradition in Shakespeare that when you want to know when the king has really screwed up, he abuses the clown. Red doesn't abuse idiots. He teaches them. And we are back in training mode. Whew. He sells the flip, and he even lets her preen on the ropes. Which makes me want to find a two-by-four and give her a facial, but that's her schtick.
Whoever set this whole thing up, though, makes Peckerhead look like a piker. There's business, and there's BAD business. One or both of them is going to come out of this with major hurt. More likely her, but ignorance kills. One wrong move, and Red could wind up with a knee that will be more reliable than Accu-Weather at forecasting. And THAT'S what whoever this idiot is needs to pay for.
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Falling backward out of the ring is not easy if you don't know what you're doing. See what people don't see is the fact that I hooked my knees in the bottom rope. So when the boot hit me it allowed me to fall backward, and hang danging on the rope then fall backward. and roll my legs over my head and get to my feet. I knew that Red was coming so I needed to get on my feet. I did it. Then took a breath and then started to move. Doing my whole slasher chick scramble.
First I tried to go through the fans, but then shoved me backward and I glared at them, and yeah a few of them were a bit "handsy," but I could not do a thing about it. It is not like I can say "Hey Red this jackhole just groped me think you can put your mad on hold?" So with that iut of the way. I spun when I heard the fand start chanting "Red's going to kill you" That was my cue that it was time for me to backpeddle...
I did it, and backed up into Becca. I know it's her as she was a lot softer then the rail, , and she grunted/ With Red comming I made the choice to dart back intio the ring and then crawled across the ring. Then rolled out ans then started to crawl under the riind slowly so Red could grab me and yank me out as I grabbed a chair to set up the finish...
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This last flurry is where you really get the crowd. The more you're active, the more they can sense it's coming. Now granted, if your match has been going wide open from the start you don't want to finish it that way. You need peaks and valleys in matches to let the crowd reset and recover. One of the best at that was Eddie Guerrero. He'd wrestle after a really hot match and start his off very slowly. Give the crowd time to come down a bit from the big high that was the last match. Then you bring them back up to the big crescendo. However there is a limit to the numbers of false finishes you can give a crowd before they burn out. So right now, we're doing the ending flourish.
I grab Jane's ankles with my meathooks and drag her our from under the ring. This hurts women more than men honestly if it's done wrong, but that's the spot. And she has her hands on a chair.
Good. I give her a stomp to her back as I walk up to her head and snatch her by her hair, hauling her up and then sending her back first into the railing. Oh, there's Becca. And she looks like she's loving this. I'm doing my job right.
I wait. Let it soak in that I've hurt her back again and slammed her hard into the railing. She's looking like she's one little puff of air away from falling back into the crowd. But she struggles and is still holding the chair. She starts to lift it up, to wield it like a weapon.
I grit my teeth and growl at her and fire off my big right boot hard into that chair with an old fashioned Yakuza kick. The sound that impact makes echoes in the arena.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure I drove that damn chair right into Jane's head.
I'm just not sure if I did it too hard.
I am sure, I don't care.
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You would think that the kick the chair into the face would be bad, but it's not. Unless like me you had your head back against the rail to avoid the chair. So when he kicked it, and the sound was great, but the thing I did not think about was the fight or flight impulse. I being this up to point out that I fucked up. How you ask? Well, when the chair came forward. I jerked back hard and fast. Smashing my own head back into the rail. Instant concussion. How do I know. It could of been the fact that I felt like my head was stuffed with cotton.
I blinked hard as I let the chair drop onto my chest. I was limp as a dish cloth. Then Red pulled me up and then flung me nto the ring apron. To my credit I did manage to get in the ring, and roll towards the ropes to pull myself up. The crowd must of been hot as I hard the pop from what sounded a million milles away. I managed to get to my feet and then spun around, and there was Red ready to deliver a kick to my belly, and double me over.
I felt like I wanted to blow chunks, but I did manage to chew it back as I was lifted up as Red set up the chait, and lifted me up. This was going to suck, but here is hoping I don't land on the back of my head...
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One big thing about working with women is that the big, painful spots look even more emphatic. For one example just Google Cedric Alexander and Candice LeRae. That lumbar check he gives her just looks fucking brutal. What I'm about to do to Jane is gonna be worse. And you can call booked matches "performance" or "sports entertainment" or whatever the hell you want, but steel is still steel and falls still hurt.
Crazy thing is, Jane wanted this finish. It's one of the things that calmed me down when we were talking about this match. She's got a great mind for the way wrestling works. And she knows how to play her role. Just sometimes it seems like she's living the gimmick a little too much. There's no such thing as a good first impression from her. She can be abrasive, cocky and rude, classic stuff that makes her a natural heel. But when push comes to shove, she knows how the logic should flow.
So I get her and the chair back in the ring. I make sure to keep the eyes on Jane and I as I use my foot to position the folded chair just so. She gets to her feet. Turns around to eat a boot hard in her get. Sells it well and I put her head between my thighs.
This crowd knows me. Knows what comes next from this position. And they roar.
I take a moment. Slowly glance down at the folded chair that just happens to be in the ring. The fans get louder, imploring me to do it. To take this brash, loudmouth woman who has done nothing but cheat and anger them since she came into this area and finish her off.
I can hear the noise getting close to the loudest point. So I lift Jane up.
The crowd gets louder. Anticipating the big move.
Then I turn to hold Jane over the chair. The buzz gets louder.
And then I SLAM her down back first into that folded metal chair so hard the ring shakes. The crowd ERUPTS.
This was the moment. The big payoff of this angle. What everyone wanted to see. The booker wants me to pin her now and finish her off.
Fuck him.
I look down at her. She looks a bit loopier than usual. I may have tossed her with more strength than I should have. But I did make sure it was all back that hit the chair to spread out the force. Small comfort I know.
I also know that if I pin her now she's done as a character. I've finished her off and there's really no coming back from this. It's a burial. All set up by that damn booker. And I can see why. Smart as she is, she won't be here for very long. She'll be a bigger star elsewhere. If I kill off her character, she gets stuck here where he can leech money off of her.
I agreed to everything in this match. Just not the finish.
The crowd is tense as I stand over her. Waiting for the pinfall, for me to do something.
And I disappoint them.
I turn and walk through the ropes and walk up the aisle. The crowd is confused.
This'll be a win for her. She can always say she beat the Red Enforcer. The comeback will be "because of count out" and she can say "it's a W in the record books" or something else like that. It's perfect for a heel to build on.
This way maybe someone else will see what I see in her and see past the bluster and the grating personality and see the talent underneath.
As for me, my part in this is done. The rest is up to her.
I need a damn Pepsi bad. And some waffles. Definitely waffles.