Post by Tatiana on Jul 31, 2022 6:47:14 GMT -5
Well… Here I was… Same old story, same cast of characters, same fucking outcome… They tease me with a morsel of opportunity before pulling the rug out from underneath me. Offer me an olive branch, and then beat me over the head with it… Yet I kept coming back like I always do… Hell, I even did a meet and greet with fans at this arena yesterday.
Apparently the people in North Dakota aren’t really into the whole Canadian hero thing, because they showed up in force with one consensus. And that was that Mason Jones was going to fucking batter me back to Canada where I belong.
That might be the best possible outcome at this point. At least I was respected and treated fairly back home. At least in Canada, they value ACTUAL wrestling over that flashy mud show high spot trash that has ruined pro-wrestling in the modern age.
“I thought all you wrestlers were in the building by now?”
I gave the security guard a nod after he cleared me to enter the backstage area of the Forks Arena. We were only an hour away from tonight’s CLASH - and ALL of the production crew as well as the senior staff had been here since the morning. Us wrestlers were expected to show up at least 5-hours ahead of the show to sort out any taped vignettes and go over the card for the night…
But I was LATE as fuck as it was only an hour before showtime…
Literally nothing has been good for me lately. My career was on the skids. My friends and I were immediately buried the moment we aligned to form our little stable by those who fear we might get over even a little bit - and to top it all off, my personal life was in serious question.
I made my way through the hallways of the arena, dressed in my street clothes and carrying a duffel bag over one shoulder, I paused to look at the show card for the night… I guess Jones and I are going on right before tonight’s main event… That means I still had several hours till I actually had to be in the ring
But again… What the fuck did it really matter?
Whatever… I didn’t really care either way. A loss wouldn’t send me any lower down the ladder as I was already on the floor. And a win wouldn’t really do anything spectacular for either of us. I mean, beating Tatiana Jolee isn’t going to put him in any special category as EVERYONE else has already done it.
“TJ!”
I turned my gaze from tonight’s lineup as my manager Ruby Goldhirsch stood to my left with a very concerned expression on her face… To be honest, I was surprised to see her here… I assumed she’d be busy riding Johnny in a mop closet or something
“Where on earth have you been!? They were going to pull you from the show and mark you out as a no-show. I’ve tried to call your phone like a million times now!”
I shrugged
“I’m here now” Came my response with catatonic indifference “Did they pull me, or not? If so, I’ll turn around and get the first flight out of this shitty town”
This seemed to concern her… Maybe she was expecting some legit excuse as opposed to ‘whatever’ - hell, she was probably worried that something had happened to me?
“No… I begged them to give me up till the start of the show before they struck you from the show.”
That’s a shame
“Yay…”
I gave an apathetic response with a shrug of my shoulders.
Part of me wished they just pulled me from the card.
“Are you ok? This isn’t really like you… What’s going on?”
Ruby asked with concern as I made my way past her and towards the locker rooms.
She was quick to catch up with me as I shifted my bag on my shoulder.
“TJ?”
I stopped outside of the women's locker room, turning my attention to her
“Look… I just want to get through tonight, ok? We can talk about it later”
It was cold, and to the point. I was mad, and didn’t want to take it out on her… It was best if I just got ready for this show instead of talking shit over.
“I’ll find you before the match”
What a nightmare that was…
Pfft…
At least us Canadian’s aren’t cold-hearted soulless voids here to put others down just to feel better about their shitty country and it’s bad politics.
But that’s beside the point…
“I thought all you wrestlers were in the building by now?”
I gave the security guard a nod after he cleared me to enter the backstage area of the Forks Arena. We were only an hour away from tonight’s CLASH - and ALL of the production crew as well as the senior staff had been here since the morning. Us wrestlers were expected to show up at least 5-hours ahead of the show to sort out any taped vignettes and go over the card for the night…
But I was LATE as fuck as it was only an hour before showtime…
My girlfriend, Hope Russo had seemingly vanished from my bubble.
She wasn’t home when I flew to San Diego.
She hasn’t contacted me in over a week and worse yet…
She’s changed her phone number.
That hurt… Like… Bad
I dared to hope that it was circumstantial
But like my career here in AW - it felt terminal
I made my way through the hallways of the arena, dressed in my street clothes and carrying a duffel bag over one shoulder, I paused to look at the show card for the night… I guess Jones and I are going on right before tonight’s main event… That means I still had several hours till I actually had to be in the ring
But again… What the fuck did it really matter?
I had given up on preparation.
Stopped watching tapes.
Stopped planning my strategy.
None of it was working anyway… I was still being humiliated week after week while my peers ascended to stardom. Maybe if I had big tits, or if I were seven-feet tall I’d be getting a push from the booking committee? But as it was, I had to settle with a match against a self-absorbed douchebag like Mason Jones over a championship that neither of us held anymore.
How progressive…
And beating him would do what for me?
Get me another TV Title shot so I can be teased with an opportunity that was going to be given to somebody else?
I was so SICK and TIRED of being everyone’s god-damned motherfucking stepping stone around here!
I turned my gaze from tonight’s lineup as my manager Ruby Goldhirsch stood to my left with a very concerned expression on her face… To be honest, I was surprised to see her here… I assumed she’d be busy riding Johnny in a mop closet or something
Ugh… That wasn’t nice
I shouldn’t take my frustration out on her
She’s trying to help me…
I shrugged
“I’m here now” Came my response with catatonic indifference “Did they pull me, or not? If so, I’ll turn around and get the first flight out of this shitty town”
This seemed to concern her… Maybe she was expecting some legit excuse as opposed to ‘whatever’ - hell, she was probably worried that something had happened to me?
“No… I begged them to give me up till the start of the show before they struck you from the show.”
That’s a shame
“Yay…”
I gave an apathetic response with a shrug of my shoulders.
Part of me wished they just pulled me from the card.
“Are you ok? This isn’t really like you… What’s going on?”
Ruby asked with concern as I made my way past her and towards the locker rooms.
She was quick to catch up with me as I shifted my bag on my shoulder.
“TJ?”
I stopped outside of the women's locker room, turning my attention to her
“Look… I just want to get through tonight, ok? We can talk about it later”
It was cold, and to the point. I was mad, and didn’t want to take it out on her… It was best if I just got ready for this show instead of talking shit over.
“I’ll find you before the match”
I said before pushing into the locker room, leaving her on the outside looking in…
